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[camwyn]

*hears noise in corner*

*shines flashlight into corner*

Oh, look, a brain. I think it's mine.

*gets baseball bat*

*pulls up a stool, parks butt on same*

*waits, watching brain grimly*

*brain watches back*

Listen, buddy, you may be three pounds of soggy meat and fat inside my skull, but one more friggin' mulebunny and I'm going to hurt you but good.

*brain just watches back*

Don't even CONSIDER pushing that scene at me again. I don't care if interrupting some kind of 'John Constantine summons and loses control of a horror' scene gives you an excuse to make Egon speak Hebrew! I have a baseball bat, you know!

argh...

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[camwyn]

You know, every time you encourage one of these things, I find an excuse to break another of Peter's ribs. I still have half a chapter to go, you know.

[drharper.livejournal.com]

EEEP!

*shoves basket of carrots under her bed*

I'll be good. :D

[milkshake-b.livejournal.com]

One of my friends is in a LARP, and has an estate in that. One day she gleefully informed me she'd decided the main crop it grew: carrots. Specially raised for plotbunnies.

....

It's like they want my brain to be gnawed away until it resembles swiss cheese. (And it's always the people who don't have rabid bunnies of their own, oh no.)

[drharper.livejournal.com]

Oh, I've got rabid bunnies of my own all right. They're gnawing merrily away at my grey matter, too. Ever hear of "misery loves company"? The same goes for "obsessive, twisted creativity". ;)

[milkshake-b.livejournal.com]

O.o My friends with rabid bunnies don't feed my bunnies just because they know I'll retaliate. And nobody wants to wake up to find that while you slept, someone snuck in and fed a ton of crack-laced root vegetables to your "Lilly Kane, Vampire Slayer" bunny.

[drharper.livejournal.com]

I'm a masochist. Go fig. ;)