The real story
The Lizzie: And so, in conclusion, I'd like you to take this (not entirely) random selection of beads and make something pretty with it.
Mob: Yea!
Mob takes beads and disperses
The Lizzie: Muahhahhahahaahahahaah.
Later...
Jumpie: So why are you doing this?
Emma: The Lizzie commanded it!
Jumpie: Oh, okay.
Meanwhile...
The Lizzie: I have done your bidding, Master.
Evil Overlord: Excellent. Soon I shall control the world's best beaders and with them I shall conquer this pitiful planet and then, the entire galaxy.
The planet shakes with the force of the Evil Overload's evil laughter
Solies: What was that?
Blinky: Who cares? The real question is why do I always have to wait until the very end of the entry to get some blog time. Posts are wasted when there's no Blinky until the end.
Solies: So you're not bothered by the weird spontaneous earthquake?
Blinky: Nah. We've got more important things to worry about. It's my throw. Pass the pigs.
Mob: Yea!
Mob takes beads and disperses
The Lizzie: Muahhahhahahaahahahaah.
Later...
Jumpie: So why are you doing this?
Emma: The Lizzie commanded it!
Jumpie: Oh, okay.
Meanwhile...
The Lizzie: I have done your bidding, Master.
Evil Overlord: Excellent. Soon I shall control the world's best beaders and with them I shall conquer this pitiful planet and then, the entire galaxy.
The planet shakes with the force of the Evil Overload's evil laughter
Solies: What was that?
Blinky: Who cares? The real question is why do I always have to wait until the very end of the entry to get some blog time. Posts are wasted when there's no Blinky until the end.
Solies: So you're not bothered by the weird spontaneous earthquake?
Blinky: Nah. We've got more important things to worry about. It's my throw. Pass the pigs.