The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[AonEne he/him]

And was promptly scolded for it.

[Quivil]

"Ha! The cookie was Spiked!"

[AonEne he/him]

"But - but the tuba?!"

[Quivil]

"The tuba was a lie! Bwahahahahaaaa!"

[xinoehp512 he/him]

It was actually a french horn!

[Quivil]

A french horn that was also a metalmind. And (somehow) spiked.

[AonEne he/him]

Not actually French, though.

[Quivil]

Spanish.

[Quivil]

The Spanish Horn starts to make noise again, but the noise cuts off with a nasty-sounding brang (BRAAAYAYAYAYAYAyayanngnngngng) of metal on stone. 

You know that noise when a pot lid falls on the floor or is hit against another pot lid? Kinda like the sound cymbals make but sounds like something's wrong? That's the sound that just happened.

[+Doomstick he/him]

Somebody had hit the Holy Paella Pan with a pestle

you shouldn't double post

[xinoehp512 he/him]

Making a *ping*!

[+Doomstick he/him]

it was a thing only those of the Cronch or Slurp could understand

[Quivil]

Taniel was bored.

She stood up, leaned against a wall, and started clicking some curved pieces of ribs together.

[+Doomstick he/him]

Stick started shaking tooth maracas

[NameIess]

Nameless started playing a harp made of tendons.

[xinoehp512 he/him]

This disturbing imagery ripped a whole in the fun-laugh continuum.

[NameIess]

But only if you thought about it too hard.

[+Doomstick he/him]

else it ripped an unhole

[Silva]

Unholes were inside-out holes.

[Mortals]

That only existed in the fourth wall

[xinoehp512 he/him]

They were doorways.

[+Doomstick he/him]

and they were delicious

[xinoehp512 he/him]

But they needed salt.

[Condensation she/her]

To survive, that is. That's where the salt you toss over your shoulder goes.

[xinoehp512 he/him]

It collected in large pools.