Fire, bringer of warmth, toaster of marshmallows, incinerator of evidence.
Madeline (internal): Hippies, limeys, ugly dogs, fire, booze....this is an awesome Saturday night.
Wendel: The petting, it is nice, please continue. I will, of course, sniff your crotch in return.
Annie: Popcorn was a great idea Mika. But did we have to use pieces of my jacket for the foil?
Sean insisted on boiling water in case we ran across any pregnant women on the beach. He's a bit of a crazed boy scout in that way.
Bradley: I'm the hippy and I gots the rhymes, I juggle lemons and I juggle limes.
I put my stash right upon this seat, someone best fess up fore they feel my heat!
Jen pondered the existential questions: Why are we here? What is my role in the cosmic scheme of things? Is yeast really a living creature?
A couple of sips from her special hot cocoa and all questions were forgotten. Except whether or not she could get more Kahlua for the next cup.
The fire in his eyes was obvious. If Phil didn't get himself one of them marshmallows stat, he was gonna burst.
Unbeknownst to him, Sean had grown a thick mustache in the past half hour. Phil, enraged with jealousy, moved in for the ear bite.
Mika: Damn, this is good stuff. Bradley, could you pass...Bradley? He's already out? He only had half a cup. What a cheap date.
Sean/Shaun had beaten a few political pollsters to death before he realized that fake blood would work just as well to decorate his cricket bat.
Gorbachev: In Soviet Russia, toilet throws up in you! Ha! Wait, where are you going?
Deformed Death, Patch the Pirate and Scuba Steve all took a well earned break from discussion of their alliteration costume club.
