Hello.
STARDUST FAMILY MEETING
~*~
GLORFIE: *clears throat* Ok. Family meeting time, I know you're all excited. And thank you, B&B, for joining us via satellite: Bela from the afterlife and Bruschetta, of course, from an undisclosed location.
BROOSH: If you run a trace on me, I'll blow you up. I have a remote detonator... thing.
GLORFIE: Never even crossed my mind.
CEL: Broosh, you know you're not allowed to bomb your father ...he gets cranky and then I have to deal with it.
BROOSH: But Mommmmmyyyyyyyyyy......
GLORFIE: Oh, thank you, Celeborn.
CEL: ...... I love you, foofmuffin. :D
BELA: This meeting is gay. >_>
BROOSH: So are you, assmunch.
ZAK: Can I go play now?
BELA: jksahjgdhjgfjkghfjkghfjkg I'm going to smite you... one day... when like I'm alive.
ZAK: I found an abandoned building yesterday. :D
BROOSH: Jiksa-what? Stop speaking Polish, I hate that.
BELA: ..........................
GLORFIE: Any day now.
GLORFIE: Florence, you're going to get nail polish on the couch.
CEL: !!!!!!! OFF THE COUCH, DEMON!
FLORENCE: I'M NOT REALLY HERE, STOP LOOKING AT ME! >:[
GLORFIE: .............
BELA: Thanks, a lot assholes, you drove my favorite relative insane. >:{
FLORENCE: I ran away. :D
FLORENCE: BELA! OMG! You're not dead!
GLORFIE: Could we please not get into this right now?
BELA: Um, yeah I am. Isn't it sad? Kill them, grandpa!
GLORFIE: BRILTHOR, TRANQUILIZE HIM.
BELA: QUIET KINSLAYER SUPPORTER!
GLORFIE: Shut up, boy, or you'll send him into another hissy fit. Last time he nearly chewed through the walls and choked to death.
ZAK: Can I leave?!
CEL: I'm hungry. :-(
BROOSH: Are we done?
GLORFIE: ALL OF YOU, shut up.
BELA: Dad, this is lame. I'm supposed to be dead and angsting.
BROOSH: So am I. >:{ Except for the dead part.
GLORFIE: I told you two, no angst until you're out of the house!
BELA: I'm already out...
BROOSH: But we /are/ out of...
GLORFIE: QUIET.
FLORENCE: Angsty angst angst angts.
ANDRONICUS:: .......
FLORENCE: I'm angsting right now. :D
DUCK: *sardonic quack*
GLORFIE: Stay out of this.
CEL: So, um, what's this meeting for? I have an AA meeting. Finny and I are going to go and make fun of the drunks :D
GLORFIE: For someone who spends as much time with pots and kettles.... /anyway/. Thank you, yes, we're here for a reason. Has anyone noticed that we've been in stasis since... *checks a notebook* ... July?
ALL: ..............
DUCK: *goes to sleep*
GLORFIE: Anyway, we need someone or something to blame for it.
BELA: MOM! I blame mom!
GLORFIE: Hmm...
CEL: ;____;
BROOSH: Mommy /did/ kill Bela and that was kind of the last thing that happened...
CEL: Yeah, but... but.... um.... he never filled out a form to come back!
ZAK: I blame the stupid big kids!
GLORFIE: Well, we've been in stasis. Stasis equals no form.
BELA: ..... I blame mom and Zak.
BROOSH: I blame everyone but me.
CEL: I blame you, Glorfie.
GLORFIE: HEY.
CEL: You didn't defend me when Bela blamed me. >:{
GLORFIE: I didn't /agree/ with him, though.
ZAK: I blame the stupid big kids! :D
BELA: Screw this, I blame Mom, Zak, and Broosh!
JARETH: Nyar.
ANDRONICUS: ..........
GLORFIE: OK, OK, we're not blaming anyone in the family, end of story. Think external influence, people.
FLORENCE: I didn't get to blame anyone. :-(
GLORFIE: *sigh* Go ahead.
FLORENCE: I blame... poor quality chocolate!
GLORFIE: ... ok.
ZAK: /Now/ are we done?
PURPLE: *bounds into the screen with Bela* HIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!
GLORFIE: .... what's that?
BELA:... ignore it.
PURPLE: Hello people!!! :D :D I'm Purple!
ZAK: Hi, Purple!!
CEL: Awwwww!!! It was cute!
GLORFIE: What is it? Bela, you're not pimping in
Mandos, are you? *frowns*
BELA: It's NOTHING ok.... ignore it.
FLORENCE: *waves* :D
GLORFIE: ......... You know what, let's just finish this. Anyone here opposed to sticking a Galadriel with the blame as per usual?
BELA: I blame the happy one!
GLORFIE: Good choice.
BROOSH: Is that the lesbian?
BELA: They all look alike, who cares?
GLORFIE: The lesbian is probably off not shaving her armpits, who cares? Ok, anyone /else/ opposed to blaming the Galadriel with the ribbons and shit?
BROOSH: Don't forget the bunnies.
GLORFIE: Please don't make me relive these memories any more than absolutely necessary.
CEL: The Galadrielli are always to blame.
GLORFIE: Guilty and inactive, it's convenient like that.
ZAK: WHO WANTS TO HEAR ME SING? :D
PURPLE: *from underneath Bela's foot, offscreen* MEEEE!!
GLORFIE: /Later/, Zak.
BELA: *to Purpple* SHUT UP DAMNIT OR I'LL STICK YOU IN THE OVEN!
CEL: I want to hear you sing, baby! :D :D :D
BROOSH: *look of dawning horror* Bela... that isn't.........
BELA: NO DAMNIT!
ZAK: Ok, Celedaddy! :D THIS IS THE SONG THAT NEVER EEENNNNNDSSSS, YES IT GOES ON AND ON MY FRIIIIIEEEEENDDDDDSSSSSSSSS, SOME PEOPLE STAAAAAARRR--
GLORFIE: ZAK! Not now.
BROOSH: Oh god, /Bela/...
CEL: AWWWWW!! XD Keep singing ^_^
ZAK: --TED SINGING IT NOT KNOWING WHAT IT WAS, AND THEY'LL CONTINUE SINGING IT FOREVER JUST BECAUSE IT IS THE SONG THAT NE-VER EEEEENNNNDSSS, YES IT GOES ON AND ON MY FRIIIIEEE--
GLORFIE: Cel, don't encourage her.
CEL : But she's so cute XD
BROOSH: ................ ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew..........
BELA: Shut up, Broosh. >_>
ZAK: --NNNDDSSSS, SOME PEOPLE STARTED SINGING IT LA LA LA LA LA ON THE GOOOOOD SHIP LOOOOOLLLLIIIPOP--
BROOSH: OH MY GOD, IS IT REALLY?!
GLORFIE: I know, but the acoustics in here are a little much...
BELA: .... SHUT UP! SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP!
ZAK: I'VE GOT A LOVERLY BUNCH OF COCONUTS (dee dee lee dee dee) THEEERE THEY ARE A-STANDING IN A ROOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW---
GLORFIE: Zak, please.
CEL: I think it's great! ^_^
BROOSH: SWEET FUCKING ELBERERTH, BELA!!!! IT FOLLOWED YOU?!! CAN'T YOU KILL IT??!! *spazzing out*
GLORFIE: *pause* Bruschetta, what /are/ you talking about?
BELA: IT'S ALREADY DEAD!!!
BELA: That's why it's here, when I died, it died and I'm stuck with the little fucker!
GLORFIE: Zak, please... Damn it, Bela, who /is/ that?!
BELA: NO ONE DAMN YOU!
ZAK: YES IT GOES ON AND ON MY FRIIIIEEEEENNNNDSSSSSS, SOME PEOPLE STAAAARRRRRRTED SINGING IT NOT KNOW WHAT IT WAS, AND THEY'LL CONTINUE SINGING IT FOREVER JUST BECAUSE THIS IS THE SONG THAT NEVER ENNNDSSSSSS--
GLORFIE: BELA DELLAMORTE STARDUST--
CEL: *listens contentedly to Zak's singing* ^___^
BROOSH: *flipping out to herself*
ZAK: THIS IS GROUND CONTROOOOLLLL TO MAJOR TOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM--
GLORFIE: -- WHAT IS THAT CREATURE UNDER YOUR CHAIR?!
CEL: Awwwww, how cute!!! Glorfie, she's singing your song! XD
BELA: A DEMONIC RAT, DAMNIT!
FLORENCE: Everyone's being so loud, I'm getting a headache. >:{ I'm going to my room.
GLORFIE: BELA!!!!
BELA: whaaaaat?
ZAK: YOU'VE REEEEAAALLYYYY MADE THE GRAAAA~AAAAAAAADE---
GLORFIE: ... you have until the count of ten...
BELA: .. oh... what's this... I think the connection is getting lost....
ZAK: AND THE PAP-ERS WANT TO KNOW WHOOOSE SHIRT YOU WEEEEEEEAAAAARRRR, AND IT'S TIIIIIME TO LEAVE THE CAAAAPSULE IF YOU DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARE
BROOSH: Whoops, mine too. :-) *screen goes blank with a little 'zip'*
ZAK: TIIIIIIIIIIME, IT FLEXES LIKE A WHOOOOOOOORE, FALLS WANK-ING TO THE FLOOOOOOOOOOOOR, ITS TRICK IS YOU AND MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, BOYYYYY---
GLORFIE: /Zak/-- BELA, don't even think it--
CEL: ... uh, baby, how about not singing that song...
ZAK: TIIIIIME, LIKE QUAALUDES AND RED WIIIIINE--- wait, why not? :-(
ZAK: It's Glorfiedaddy's song. :D
BELA: ooohhh.. look... static... um..... *to Purple* you, boy, find out how to turn this thing off...
CEL: um, I know sweetheart.... um, ok, you can sing it. :D
GLORFIE: ... Hello, Purple! :-) :-)
PURPLE: HELLO!! Who are you?! :D
ZAK: Yay, ok. :D ... I forget the rest. :-(
BELA: Damn you, boy, I said figure out how to turn this OFF! NOW!
GLORFIE: I'm Glorfie, Purple. How are you? :-)
CEL: Awwww, Purple is a cute name. XD
GLORFIE: *blinks* Cel, sweetheart, do you know Purple? :-)
PURPLE: HELLO!!! :D
CEL: Yeeees :D He's a lot cuter than I thought.
GLORFIE: ... who the fuck is this kid?
PURPLE: I'm Purple. :D
CEL: ...... um... well...um... Zak :D Do you have any more songs to sing?
ZAK: Um, no.
NAMO: *leans into Bela's screen*
NAMO: *grabs Purple by the collar* Whoops. The little bastard got out of his room. *waves indifferently to the camera* Continue your clueless mayhem, I'll stick the fetus in the lobby or something until you're done.
BELA: ... I told you it was a demonic rat.
GLORFIE: ..............................................
GLORFIE: .....................................
BELA: .........................
GLORFIE: ........................................................................ Celeborn................
CEL: I'm going to .... um, make Zak dinner!
ZAK: But I'm not hungry!
GLORFIE: .............. I would shoot myself if it would help.
GLORFIE: Unfortunately, as things stand.......
BELA: Hey, Dad, how about you shoot yourself then you can come here and take care of the little shit and I can live again :D
CEL: Ummmm..... how about you stay dead and... just stay dead.
BELA: Being dead sucks. >_<
GLORFIE: .............................................................
ZAK: I like when you're dead. :D
CEL: Me too. So, it's settled. You stay dead :D
BELA: This family sucks.
GLORFIE: I'm going to go get... very... drunk...
ZAK: Can I come?!!
GLORFIE: ... so... very... drunk. (to Zak) No.
CEL: .... can I?
GLORFIE: .... Yes.
ZAK: Who's going to make me dinner? >:{
CEL: I thought you weren't hungry. o_O
GLORFIE: *hands Zak a fifty*
ZAK: Never mind. :D
ZAK: *runs off*
BELA: HEY, I'm still---
GLORFIE: *reaches over and turns off Bela's monitor* Let's go. *dazedly exits*
CEL: *glances down* There IS nail polish on the couch!!! *fumes*
GLORFIE: *from outside* BOOZE, Celeborn!
CEL: OH. Right. *exits*
To answer your question of, "What the fuck?" or "Who the hell is Purple?", here.
~*~
GLORFIE: *clears throat* Ok. Family meeting time, I know you're all excited. And thank you, B&B, for joining us via satellite: Bela from the afterlife and Bruschetta, of course, from an undisclosed location.
BROOSH: If you run a trace on me, I'll blow you up. I have a remote detonator... thing.
GLORFIE: Never even crossed my mind.
CEL: Broosh, you know you're not allowed to bomb your father ...he gets cranky and then I have to deal with it.
BROOSH: But Mommmmmyyyyyyyyyy......
GLORFIE: Oh, thank you, Celeborn.
CEL: ...... I love you, foofmuffin. :D
BELA: This meeting is gay. >_>
BROOSH: So are you, assmunch.
ZAK: Can I go play now?
BELA: jksahjgdhjgfjkghfjkghfjkg I'm going to smite you... one day... when like I'm alive.
ZAK: I found an abandoned building yesterday. :D
BROOSH: Jiksa-what? Stop speaking Polish, I hate that.
BELA: ..........................
GLORFIE: Any day now.
GLORFIE: Florence, you're going to get nail polish on the couch.
CEL: !!!!!!! OFF THE COUCH, DEMON!
FLORENCE: I'M NOT REALLY HERE, STOP LOOKING AT ME! >:[
GLORFIE: .............
BELA: Thanks, a lot assholes, you drove my favorite relative insane. >:{
FLORENCE: I ran away. :D
FLORENCE: BELA! OMG! You're not dead!
GLORFIE: Could we please not get into this right now?
BELA: Um, yeah I am. Isn't it sad? Kill them, grandpa!
GLORFIE: BRILTHOR, TRANQUILIZE HIM.
BELA: QUIET KINSLAYER SUPPORTER!
GLORFIE: Shut up, boy, or you'll send him into another hissy fit. Last time he nearly chewed through the walls and choked to death.
ZAK: Can I leave?!
CEL: I'm hungry. :-(
BROOSH: Are we done?
GLORFIE: ALL OF YOU, shut up.
BELA: Dad, this is lame. I'm supposed to be dead and angsting.
BROOSH: So am I. >:{ Except for the dead part.
GLORFIE: I told you two, no angst until you're out of the house!
BELA: I'm already out...
BROOSH: But we /are/ out of...
GLORFIE: QUIET.
FLORENCE: Angsty angst angst angts.
ANDRONICUS:: .......
FLORENCE: I'm angsting right now. :D
DUCK: *sardonic quack*
GLORFIE: Stay out of this.
CEL: So, um, what's this meeting for? I have an AA meeting. Finny and I are going to go and make fun of the drunks :D
GLORFIE: For someone who spends as much time with pots and kettles.... /anyway/. Thank you, yes, we're here for a reason. Has anyone noticed that we've been in stasis since... *checks a notebook* ... July?
ALL: ..............
DUCK: *goes to sleep*
GLORFIE: Anyway, we need someone or something to blame for it.
BELA: MOM! I blame mom!
GLORFIE: Hmm...
CEL: ;____;
BROOSH: Mommy /did/ kill Bela and that was kind of the last thing that happened...
CEL: Yeah, but... but.... um.... he never filled out a form to come back!
ZAK: I blame the stupid big kids!
GLORFIE: Well, we've been in stasis. Stasis equals no form.
BELA: ..... I blame mom and Zak.
BROOSH: I blame everyone but me.
CEL: I blame you, Glorfie.
GLORFIE: HEY.
CEL: You didn't defend me when Bela blamed me. >:{
GLORFIE: I didn't /agree/ with him, though.
ZAK: I blame the stupid big kids! :D
BELA: Screw this, I blame Mom, Zak, and Broosh!
JARETH: Nyar.
ANDRONICUS: ..........
GLORFIE: OK, OK, we're not blaming anyone in the family, end of story. Think external influence, people.
FLORENCE: I didn't get to blame anyone. :-(
GLORFIE: *sigh* Go ahead.
FLORENCE: I blame... poor quality chocolate!
GLORFIE: ... ok.
ZAK: /Now/ are we done?
PURPLE: *bounds into the screen with Bela* HIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!
GLORFIE: .... what's that?
BELA:... ignore it.
PURPLE: Hello people!!! :D :D I'm Purple!
ZAK: Hi, Purple!!
CEL: Awwwww!!! It was cute!
GLORFIE: What is it? Bela, you're not pimping in
Mandos, are you? *frowns*
BELA: It's NOTHING ok.... ignore it.
FLORENCE: *waves* :D
GLORFIE: ......... You know what, let's just finish this. Anyone here opposed to sticking a Galadriel with the blame as per usual?
BELA: I blame the happy one!
GLORFIE: Good choice.
BROOSH: Is that the lesbian?
BELA: They all look alike, who cares?
GLORFIE: The lesbian is probably off not shaving her armpits, who cares? Ok, anyone /else/ opposed to blaming the Galadriel with the ribbons and shit?
BROOSH: Don't forget the bunnies.
GLORFIE: Please don't make me relive these memories any more than absolutely necessary.
CEL: The Galadrielli are always to blame.
GLORFIE: Guilty and inactive, it's convenient like that.
ZAK: WHO WANTS TO HEAR ME SING? :D
PURPLE: *from underneath Bela's foot, offscreen* MEEEE!!
GLORFIE: /Later/, Zak.
BELA: *to Purpple* SHUT UP DAMNIT OR I'LL STICK YOU IN THE OVEN!
CEL: I want to hear you sing, baby! :D :D :D
BROOSH: *look of dawning horror* Bela... that isn't.........
BELA: NO DAMNIT!
ZAK: Ok, Celedaddy! :D THIS IS THE SONG THAT NEVER EEENNNNNDSSSS, YES IT GOES ON AND ON MY FRIIIIIEEEEENDDDDDSSSSSSSSS, SOME PEOPLE STAAAAAARRR--
GLORFIE: ZAK! Not now.
BROOSH: Oh god, /Bela/...
CEL: AWWWWW!! XD Keep singing ^_^
ZAK: --TED SINGING IT NOT KNOWING WHAT IT WAS, AND THEY'LL CONTINUE SINGING IT FOREVER JUST BECAUSE IT IS THE SONG THAT NE-VER EEEEENNNNDSSS, YES IT GOES ON AND ON MY FRIIIIEEE--
GLORFIE: Cel, don't encourage her.
CEL : But she's so cute XD
BROOSH: ................ ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew..........
BELA: Shut up, Broosh. >_>
ZAK: --NNNDDSSSS, SOME PEOPLE STARTED SINGING IT LA LA LA LA LA ON THE GOOOOOD SHIP LOOOOOLLLLIIIPOP--
BROOSH: OH MY GOD, IS IT REALLY?!
GLORFIE: I know, but the acoustics in here are a little much...
BELA: .... SHUT UP! SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP!
ZAK: I'VE GOT A LOVERLY BUNCH OF COCONUTS (dee dee lee dee dee) THEEERE THEY ARE A-STANDING IN A ROOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW---
GLORFIE: Zak, please.
CEL: I think it's great! ^_^
BROOSH: SWEET FUCKING ELBERERTH, BELA!!!! IT FOLLOWED YOU?!! CAN'T YOU KILL IT??!! *spazzing out*
GLORFIE: *pause* Bruschetta, what /are/ you talking about?
BELA: IT'S ALREADY DEAD!!!
BELA: That's why it's here, when I died, it died and I'm stuck with the little fucker!
GLORFIE: Zak, please... Damn it, Bela, who /is/ that?!
BELA: NO ONE DAMN YOU!
ZAK: YES IT GOES ON AND ON MY FRIIIIEEEEENNNNDSSSSSS, SOME PEOPLE STAAAARRRRRRTED SINGING IT NOT KNOW WHAT IT WAS, AND THEY'LL CONTINUE SINGING IT FOREVER JUST BECAUSE THIS IS THE SONG THAT NEVER ENNNDSSSSSS--
GLORFIE: BELA DELLAMORTE STARDUST--
CEL: *listens contentedly to Zak's singing* ^___^
BROOSH: *flipping out to herself*
ZAK: THIS IS GROUND CONTROOOOLLLL TO MAJOR TOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM--
GLORFIE: -- WHAT IS THAT CREATURE UNDER YOUR CHAIR?!
CEL: Awwwww, how cute!!! Glorfie, she's singing your song! XD
BELA: A DEMONIC RAT, DAMNIT!
FLORENCE: Everyone's being so loud, I'm getting a headache. >:{ I'm going to my room.
GLORFIE: BELA!!!!
BELA: whaaaaat?
ZAK: YOU'VE REEEEAAALLYYYY MADE THE GRAAAA~AAAAAAAADE---
GLORFIE: ... you have until the count of ten...
BELA: .. oh... what's this... I think the connection is getting lost....
ZAK: AND THE PAP-ERS WANT TO KNOW WHOOOSE SHIRT YOU WEEEEEEEAAAAARRRR, AND IT'S TIIIIIME TO LEAVE THE CAAAAPSULE IF YOU DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARE
BROOSH: Whoops, mine too. :-) *screen goes blank with a little 'zip'*
ZAK: TIIIIIIIIIIME, IT FLEXES LIKE A WHOOOOOOOORE, FALLS WANK-ING TO THE FLOOOOOOOOOOOOR, ITS TRICK IS YOU AND MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, BOYYYYY---
GLORFIE: /Zak/-- BELA, don't even think it--
CEL: ... uh, baby, how about not singing that song...
ZAK: TIIIIIME, LIKE QUAALUDES AND RED WIIIIINE--- wait, why not? :-(
ZAK: It's Glorfiedaddy's song. :D
BELA: ooohhh.. look... static... um..... *to Purple* you, boy, find out how to turn this thing off...
CEL: um, I know sweetheart.... um, ok, you can sing it. :D
GLORFIE: ... Hello, Purple! :-) :-)
PURPLE: HELLO!! Who are you?! :D
ZAK: Yay, ok. :D ... I forget the rest. :-(
BELA: Damn you, boy, I said figure out how to turn this OFF! NOW!
GLORFIE: I'm Glorfie, Purple. How are you? :-)
CEL: Awwww, Purple is a cute name. XD
GLORFIE: *blinks* Cel, sweetheart, do you know Purple? :-)
PURPLE: HELLO!!! :D
CEL: Yeeees :D He's a lot cuter than I thought.
GLORFIE: ... who the fuck is this kid?
PURPLE: I'm Purple. :D
CEL: ...... um... well...um... Zak :D Do you have any more songs to sing?
ZAK: Um, no.
NAMO: *leans into Bela's screen*
NAMO: *grabs Purple by the collar* Whoops. The little bastard got out of his room. *waves indifferently to the camera* Continue your clueless mayhem, I'll stick the fetus in the lobby or something until you're done.
BELA: ... I told you it was a demonic rat.
GLORFIE: ..............................................
GLORFIE: .....................................
BELA: .........................
GLORFIE: ........................................................................ Celeborn................
CEL: I'm going to .... um, make Zak dinner!
ZAK: But I'm not hungry!
GLORFIE: .............. I would shoot myself if it would help.
GLORFIE: Unfortunately, as things stand.......
BELA: Hey, Dad, how about you shoot yourself then you can come here and take care of the little shit and I can live again :D
CEL: Ummmm..... how about you stay dead and... just stay dead.
BELA: Being dead sucks. >_<
GLORFIE: .............................................................
ZAK: I like when you're dead. :D
CEL: Me too. So, it's settled. You stay dead :D
BELA: This family sucks.
GLORFIE: I'm going to go get... very... drunk...
ZAK: Can I come?!!
GLORFIE: ... so... very... drunk. (to Zak) No.
CEL: .... can I?
GLORFIE: .... Yes.
ZAK: Who's going to make me dinner? >:{
CEL: I thought you weren't hungry. o_O
GLORFIE: *hands Zak a fifty*
ZAK: Never mind. :D
ZAK: *runs off*
BELA: HEY, I'm still---
GLORFIE: *reaches over and turns off Bela's monitor* Let's go. *dazedly exits*
CEL: *glances down* There IS nail polish on the couch!!! *fumes*
GLORFIE: *from outside* BOOZE, Celeborn!
CEL: OH. Right. *exits*
To answer your question of, "What the fuck?" or "Who the hell is Purple?", here.