This is the final painting that started with this: [link]
If I had more free time there is a bunch of things I'd like to tweak but seeing as how I do not (presently), I'm just gonna stick a fork in it and call it done.
Naira: OI! Watch where yer stickin that fork, eh!? *grabs a fork and counter forks*
Me: *Jab jab* Hey look, we're forking, lol.
Naira: EN GARDE!
Naira: I think you mean touche.
Me: Nope. I meant TOUPÉE! *steals your hair and puts it on* OOOOH! LOOK AT ME, I'M NAIRA! *naira naira naira naira*
Naira: HEY! Give that back! What the crap are you doing!?
Me: I'm Nairaing. *naira naira naira* Everyone DO THE NAIRA! *strike a pose, it's very vogue, touch your nose and SPAZFLAIL*
Me: Yeah, I might be slightly Dain bramaged.
Satan: slightly? I think the word you're looking for is MAGNITUDINOUSLY.
Me: I can't help it. I sponge bathed in the cheese sauce one to many cows and it really went to my toaster oven because ultimately, once you go black you can never go full metal toe-socks on the pandas again which are not actually bears but sentient pizza except not as tasty and also very endangered. So don't eat them or do anything else to them for that matter..... that includes brushing their teeth with Elmer's glue which is actually not very good for them anyway, if you didn't know. I'M LOOKING AT YOU, ROBERT. *cough* There are, after all, other kinds of pizza that are not sentient. HEAR YE, HEAR YE! THE ENDANGERED SPECIES LIST IS NOT A PIZZA MENU! Believe me, I know. I've been to the volcano. It's not as good the four-hundred and forty-seventeenth time to the power of mozzarella (very powerful and also quite constipatory), especially when the penguinuns are there watching- all of them. Very auk bird. And they will commentate on the verisimilitude of your rhinoplasty. However, there is a really simple way to get around that. If you must know....... toothpaste. Yes, toothpaste, applied liberally to the bollocks. It's nasty business, that, so ensure that you use a well attuned hair dryer set to "gentle spring breeze" or else you will toast your bollocks off and we don't want that. Well then, there you have it. Quod erat demonstrandum, I am a pickle. I hope you have a nice gardenia.
Satan: ........... Congratulations.
Me: On what?
Satan: On being the first mortal to ever, with perfect accuracy, simulate a giant throbbing penis probe to the brain with mere words. Well, actually, second. I think Michelle Bachmann beat you to that punch. *shudder* But still, congrats.
Me: Oatmeal, oatmeal very Jack Russel terrier. I anticipate cheese.