On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Nine Pizzas Cooking
*Vala sniffs the air* Pizza...?
<Mike> Oh! Heh...just started themm before we got here...
eight Rats a Scurrying
<Splinter> I prefer sushi, myself...
seven Cats a Calling
<Klork> Ugh...anything but pizza...work with the stuff all day...
six dogs a barking
*Dogs bark and snarl louder, jumping at the trees, the smell of the pizza making them hungry*
five Golden Undies
<Don> Maybe if we calculated the exact angle the GUs should be tilted in to get the maximum reflection of the sunlight into the canine's eyes... *looks looks over HLM's attire, it being the shiniest of them all*
*HLM scowls at Don* Try it, stick-boy, and I'll...
<Leo> OHkay, HLM...deep breaths...
*HLM hunches her wings and mutters*
four Ninja Turtles
<Raph> Ooohh...no, Leo, let this go on...might be fun...!
<Mike> You really want Donnie to die?!?
<Raph> He's gotta catch up with me,, right?
<Don> Eep...
three Yumpers Yumping,
<Yumper 2> Should we interviene?
<Yumper 3> Only if it starts getting too bloody... *EG*
<Yumper 1> Oy...
two bean bag turtles
<Spork> Touchy, touchy, HLM! *lies out in a patch of sunlight*
<S'kette> yeah, it's actually pretty nice if you ignore the dogs...
and a Moron in a pear tree!
<HLM> Easy for you to say...you're not the one with the golden underwire cutting into yer skin!