Not The Philosopher Posted June 27, 2013 Posted June 27, 2013 Lord NTP, a haughty and arrogant aristocrat who fancied himself a private detective, casually sauntered over to comment on Bambi's cigar. He suspected that it might be the same brand whose ashes he had found at the scene of the murder of the Ambassador of Ruritania.
Dr. Bombay Posted June 28, 2013 Posted June 28, 2013 Bambi threw pony excrement at Lord NTP and Nihil for calling him Bambi.
Nihil Obstat Posted June 28, 2013 Posted June 28, 2013 But since Bambi was sitting in his pink tiger-striped tank, it just splattered all over the place inside the cockpit and got all over his cigar.
Dr. Bombay Posted June 28, 2013 Posted June 28, 2013 "I'm sorry," Nihil stammered. "You'll have to forgive me. I'm quite drunk at the moment. The preceding sentence made absolutely no sense and I'm sorry I uttered it." He then bent over and vomited copiously on his cheap shoes.
Nihil Obstat Posted June 28, 2013 Posted June 28, 2013 Well that suddenly got really meta. :| Bambi, puffing thoughtfully on his cigar, contemplated the boundless joy that is the Magic of Friendship. Karl Rahner would have been so proud. Smoking half his cigar in one giant puff, Bambi started the engine of his pink tiger-striped tank and turned towards the city. Today was the day he would make history.
Dr. Bombay Posted June 28, 2013 Posted June 28, 2013 As the tank rumbled toward the city, intermittently crushing various multi-colored ponies firmly under the treads of his magnificent tank, Bombay sighed contentedly. "It is indeed a good day for ponies to die!"
Nihil Obstat Posted June 28, 2013 Posted June 28, 2013 No sooner had the words left his mouth than a shaft of light appeared from the heavens, from whence came the blessed St. Michael the Archangel who spoke with a voice more strident than the purest bell, and more powerful than the strongest wave. He said to Bambi: "Peace be upon thee, good and faithful servant of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. Yet all is not well, for in your ignorance you oppress the creatures of God. Understandeth thee not that Friendship is Magic and ponies are most favoured among all the beasts? Embrace thy equine brethren, and enjoy the close friendship of God. Through our Lord Jesus Christm Who with Him liveth and reigneth in the unity of the Holy Ghost, world without end, Amen." Saying thus, the saintly Michael departed, and in awe Bambi kept those words in his heart.
Dr. Bombay Posted June 28, 2013 Posted June 28, 2013 Until he realized that St. Michael spake liketh the King James bible. Anyone who spake liketh a bible written by a prot homosexual could noteth be frometh God. QEDeth Thus Bombay continued his pony crushing apace as he drew nearer the city.
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