FOURTY-FIVE (for tea)

[tehpuck]

Did that door just sigh at me? I think it did. How interesting.

My Email is reading itself to me in order of hits so I hear what I deem most important first, books (if you can even really call them that) are translating themselves into the language I want to read them in when I pick them up, televisions turn onto the channels I want to watch when

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[cal_sitter]

It only makes George Lucas sounds? I may envy you at this point.

[tehpuck]

It toasts the bread as I cut it. Quite ingenious, I must say.

...And everyone envies me for some reason or another; you know that.

[cal_sitter]

I envy you only because your knife apparently still has a blade.

[tehpuck]

Do you have something that isn't yours? Return it to Mister Skywalker before he gets angry... actually, no, you could probably take him.

[cal_sitter]

He doesn't have the luxury of staying angry, remember?

[tehpuck]

Still, I think he might want his weapon back.

...Unless you got that shriveled little goblin's saber. Imagine how low you'd have to crouch to fight him. Might hurt your knees... in such an uninteresting way.

[cal_sitter]

If you would, keep Yoda and your fantasies well apart. You'll frighten children if you don't.

[tehpuck]

At this point, I like to think I've left the impression upon you that I don't really care if I frighten children. Clearly, I've failed; whatever shall I do?

[cal_sitter]

Ask the appliances for advice.

[tehpuck]

It's started singing? Obviously, it wants me to sing to you.

[cal_sitter]

If you come over here and start singing to me, we might find out if lightsabres really cauterize wounds as they make them.

[tehpuck]

Just like the toast knife! I see where Lucas got his ideas, now.

I assure you my rendition of 'You'll Never Walk Alone' is quite laudable, but I'll resist elucidating you because you asked so nicely.

[cal_sitter]

You've earned my gratitude, I assure you.

[tehpuck]

I'll have to console myself with that fact alone.