Ghyll talk:Mute Chukarandos

The following exchange was integral to this Encyclopeia Entry.

23:56, 14 Dec 2004 (EST) Dr. H. L. Ackroyd:

Dibbbers!

00:06, 15 Dec 2004 (EST) Morbus Iff:

You dibbed four minutes early! You must be penalized. Your penalty, which is randomly 
made up each turn based on whatever drunken concept of "integration" I can think of in 
two minutes: choose one scholar, besides yourself, who played last turn. That scholar 
will write one sentence for you, and you must use that sentence in your entry, 
somewhere. Cop-outs ("and the mystic and mysterious message of EGGPLANT was scrawled 
on his foot") are frowned upon. Fun!

10:41, 15 Dec 2004 (EST) [User:DrAckroyd|Dr. H. L. Ackroyd]]:

Darn! I didn't look to see the timestamp of the sig, I just glanced at my clock (which 
was obviously a few minutes early) then headed to straight to bed.  I'll nominate Dr. 
Crank as my "punisher" for this round.  And thanks a whole lot. I mean it.  really.

23:06, 15 Dec 2004 (EST) Doctor Phineas Crank:

Indeed, having a Mute Chukarandos chewing on your ankle is rather worse than getting 
divorced and finding out that your future ex-wife had genital warts after all, but only 
just barely. Punishment contribution from Doctor Phineas Crank

10:30, 16 Dec 2004 (EST) Dr. H. L. Ackroyd:

Nothing like taking it easy on a fellow is there? Thanks, Doc. Glad to hear the warts 
are clearing up.

13:26, 16 Dec 2004 (EST) Doctor Phineas Crank:

Well, it was supposed to be a punishment, after all.  The sentence, that is.  The warts 
are just the gift that keeps on giving!

19:08, 16 Dec 2004 (EST) Dr. H. L. Ackroyd:

I'm curious, having been sentenced, do I now get an appeal?

16:02, 17 Dec 2004 (EST) Jcowan:

Of course you do.  Your appeal is denied.