MC: It's my birthday party!

GC: Very well. ((Snaps fingers and hands The Mad Catter his present))

MC: A piece of wood?

GC: It's a log. "What rolls down stairs, Alone or in pairs... Rolls over your neighbour's dog?" You know, a log.

MC: Err, thanks Goddess.

GC: You're welcome, you pathetic piece of dung!

Cal (CL): You feel ok Goddess? You don't look so good.

GC: I don't know. My mind is... fuzzy. Perhaps some more punch will clear it up.

CL: ((Looking worried)) You sure it's not the punch that's making you sick?

GC: Nonsense! It can't be the delicious punch. In fact: Faith Enforcer!

LC: ((From behind the Goddess)) I'm right here Goddess.

GC: Yiih! Don't sneak up on me like that!

LC: Pardon, your Highness.

GC: Whatever. Anyway, don't let anyone get to the punch except for Cal or me, got it?

LC: Crystal clear, Mistress.

GC: Good. Run along now. ((Makes shooing motions))

MC: What's up Samantha?

Samantha McCullah (SM): ((Sigh)) Nothing.

MC: Aw, c'mon. It's my party. Everyone should be happy. ((Big smile)) See?

SM: It was just my birthday, and only four people said happy birthday on the HLML.

MC: Wow, you got four messages? I only got two. And then the HLML crashed so everybody was too busy with that to wish me happy birthday.

SM: But you get to have your birthday party on multiple skits. This plotline has taken so much time I'll have to wait until next year to get a chance.

MC: You're right. My HLML birthday was better. ((Big smile))

SM: (Gosh darn it. I want to wipe that smug smile off of your face.)

BarbWyre: Mosh! ((Slams into The Mad Catter)) (Boom, baby, boom! I'm the Evil Midnight Mosher what moshes at midnight!)