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brenda m: I'm noticing a ton of double posts recently. Are we just over-eager? Cindy: Premature e-postulation?

In the midst of post-SOTUA monarchy-making in Natter:

Susan W.: May I be the imperial chocolate taster and mistress of the ice follies? (Ice follies under my administration can involve ice skaters, ice cream, Italian ice, or some combination of all of the above.)
Nora Deirdre: mmm... ice skater tasting....

t thunk

.... Um. Excuse me. I'll be off in that corner.

...where the bunks live.

Natter 7:

Dana: My developers won't talk to me. I'm about to pitch a Tech Writer fit.

ita: Why don't you pitch a Tech Writer instead? I'm sure you could find one that's otherwise quite useless.

Aimee: Let's have a monarchy. I call Queen!!! ita, I'm forming a monarchy and I called Queen, wanna be my bodyguard?

BHP: I'm the Princess.

tedr: I check the job ads every day for a Wanted: God-Emperor, excellent pay and hours, opportunity for advancement-but so far no luck.

Aimee: Yeah, MM too. Same results.

Gudanov: Is there an opening for the evil advisor who stays in the background but secretly controls everything?

Sean K: I call Minister of Kill the Stupid People!
Aimee: Gud, there was, but I married him and he kinda gets it by default.

Gud: Damn.

Aimee: Gud, how about "Evil Inventor of Stuff That Makes the People Do What They are Told'?

Gud: I guess that would be okay, but I might have to secretly plot to overthrow the throne if there isn't enough job satisfaction.

Aimee: Well, at least you told me ahead of time. Now I can make a wise and informed decision. Okay.

ita: I think I'm opposed to queens. I'm not sure why. You should be an Empress instead, Aimée. And I'll be Captain of the Guard. There will be uniforms, but then we won't wear them, so no one will know when we're around, just waiting to smash their everloving rebel heads in.

CV: I want to be a courtesan in the new kingdom.

BHP: But ita, you'd look so dashing in a proper 19th-century uniform, with the tight scarlet pants and the gold braid.

Sean K: I guess that would be okay, but I might have to secretly plot to overthrow the throne if there isn't enough job satisfaction

BHP: Only if they're strawberry bombes, and the "surprise" is a Nesselrode filling.

Cindy: The King is dead. Long live the king. (I really wanted to type p-e-n-i-s again, but I refrained.)

vwbug: Is it safe in here?

Aimee: Of course. We're making a monarchy. What do you wanna be?

Cindy: It's going to be a dictatorship (by committee, naturally, we are Buffistas and answer to a higher calling), right Aimee?

Aimee: Not only a dictatorship, but an extraordinarily arbitrary one.

vwbug: Um...I'll be the peasant mum with 12 children who is clueless about the state of the monarchy.

Aimee: You sure? You could be Duchess of the Education.

BHP: There had better be bedtime stories.

Aimee: Every night in the throne and cookies 'n milk room.

Sean K: Paul, you are a man of like mind with me, and despite any desires to overthrow our lovely Empress, you will always have a job waiting for you in the Ministry of Kill the Stupid People.

Cindy: This is like Anywhere But Here only with power. Can we have super powers too, or are the powers limited purely to the political realm? Does anybody else love Disney's Robin Hood with the clueless bunny mum with 18 bunny children?

Aimee: Every town,
has it's ups and downs,
Sometime the ups,
outnumber the downs,
But not in Nottingham
Reminds me, I need an evil Sheriff!

Penny B: I want to be one of several shopping assistants. That is, when people try on fabulous gowns, I get to watch and critique.

Susan W; May I be the imperial chocolate taster and mistress of the ice follies? (Ice follies under my administration can involve ice skaters, ice cream, Italian ice, or some combination of all of the above.)

Nora Deidre: mmm... ice skater tasting....

Bethb: jengod took the castle library job -- so I"ll just sit in the library and read until I think of another job. But then again -- maybe being the library bum isn't a bad job. I will wash and I won't eat smelly food in the stacks. I promise.

Jengod: Beth's my co-librarian! We're the pretty-but-shy-castle-co-librarians. Available for cataloging and threesomes!

Miracleman: So I'm Grand Vizier?
Eeexxccceeelllleennnnnt.
I'll need a word or two with the Treasurer and the Captain of the Guard to start. Mwa. Ha. Ha.

Typoboy: I don't care who is Queen, Empress or whatever - as long as I am the empbezzlercoughKeepercough of the treasure.

Kat: I had an oatmeal accident today. It was somewhat tragic.

Darth in Angel:

The robed guy was the perfect Buffista boyfriend; a man and a book.

just a wee spoily.

Also spoily-ish:

Matt the Bruins Fan in Angel

Whew! I was afraid one of those booby-traps would kill Connor and give me a moment of perfect happiness.

And Darth Again... Man you people are cracking me up!

Why doesn't Angel go to the basement and you know ... Angelus himself?

The episode could have been five minutes long.