In
Natter:
shrift: I am eating a mini-cupcake and listening to a David Bowie channel on Pandora because the alternative is MURDER.
Connie Neil: "Cake or death. Your death. Yeah, that's right, hand over the cake."
In Natter (I'm way behind, but hadn't seen this here yet):
Connie: There are upsides to your work monitor being about to catch fire.
Ginger: What doesn't kill you gets you new hardware.
Sheryl, in Natter:
"The ID badges at my workplace are called PIV badges. Still makes me amused to see that acronym."
Matt the Bruins fan in Natter:
Not on, KFC. I didn't want to cook tonight, so I got takeout and discovered that instead of the chicken livers I ordered, they'd given me gizzards. My former alleycats that I've caught eating string turned their noses up at them.
I'm so far behind in Natter (and Bitches), but Matt - you ordered organ meat from a fast food joint? You either do that at the high end or the low end. The median - fast food - end just gets you...I dare not contemplate; something else.
Personally, I've always considered gizzards to be more exercise equipment for the jaws than food (my mother used to fry them for dinner ... I went hungry those nights).
Toddson in Boxed Set
S(leepy) H(ollow): Ichabod seems to be the go-to for information. Icha-wiki?
In Boxed Set, billytea channels K9 as a cat:
"Hey, you! Yes, the one with the scarf. Have we met before? Ok, never mind about that. I'm bored. Go fetch that robot parrot thing I killed once. I want to bat it around some more. No, the parrot thing. Belonged to Captain Shouty. Pushed you off a cliff. God, that was funny. ...Well I don't see why you're complaining. You pushed Romana off a cliff next adventure, you don't really have much high ground there. Probably fall off it if you did. There's an epitaph for you. Name: Doctor Scarf. Nemesis: heights. None of which is fetching my dead parrot."