The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Gancho Libre he/him]

Yes, dear readers. yes... the Ghanderflaffle! The Ghanderflaffle was sad that he/she/it wasn't a part of the Butt/Arnold blend.

Thus, the Ghanderflaffle ate them both! Oh my!

[whattheHoid she/her]

Thus becoming the majestic Butnoldflaffle! Everyone bowed in awe! The most glorious of Returned!

[RoadWalker he/him]

A familiar flock of geese cheered nearby...

[GeneralHZRD he/him]

but Butnoldflaffle saw them and suddenly got really hungry...

[RoadWalker he/him]

...and ate the flock whole. As the geese sank into Butnoldfaffle's stomach, one goose heard a cry for help in the distance of Butnoldfaffle's innards...and discovered Butt/Arnold still alive in his belly.

[GeneralHZRD he/him]

"Saved at last" Butt/Arnold shouted, unaware that their savior was a goose.

[RoadWalker he/him]

"I'll get the others and free you!", shouted the goose (whose name was Stuffed), but all Butt/Arnold heard was, "honk Honk hONK hOnK HoNk HONK!"

[whattheHoid she/her]

Butt cursed himself for not listening to his Animal Linguistics Professor, Septipus Tangoli. He had taken a whole semester on Goose Dialects.

[BitBitio he/him]

At that moment, Septitus Tangoli walked by.

[RoadWalker he/him]

Septitus translated and said, "Your goose friend just cried, 'I go to join my fallen brethren, you have no hope of escape!'"

Edited November 27, 2018 by ThePhotoBaum

[whattheHoid she/her]

"Maybe if you weren't a useless lout and degenerate you would've known this, Butt!" Yelled Sepitus Tangoli. He was a very passionate man, most especially about Goose Linguistics.

[Kidpen he/him]

He had a doctorate in the subject.

[GeneralHZRD he/him]

and a cake in the oven.

[RoadWalker he/him]

Septitus Tangoli came from a long line of goose linguistics, who over time passed their knowledge of bird speech from generation to generation. It was a proud heritage, to be sure.

He also loved to bake.

Baking was his favorite.

Edited November 27, 2018 by ThePhotoBaum

[Kidpen he/him]

Especially pies.

[GeneralHZRD he/him]

People would flock to Spetitus to hear him speak. His voice made the most stoic of hearts flutter and his words made the mind take flight. But alas, he was killed by vicious crows. It was a murder most fowl.

Edited November 27, 2018 by Ookla the Self-deprecating

[RoadWalker he/him]

Everyone missed his famous four-and-twenty blackbird pies.

Spetitus was Septitus's older brother, who made delicious pies only out of birds. Septitus was against killing birds, for his proud heritage forbade such a cruel act.

Edited November 27, 2018 by ThePhotoBaum

[Kidpen he/him]

Should I claim the 5000th post on this thread or the first on page 200?

Even though they were annoyed by the unnecessarily complicated way to say "24."

[GeneralHZRD he/him]

And many mourned for the loss of his famous chicken-pot-pies.

[Kidpen he/him]

The chicken was imported from Roshar.

[RoadWalker he/him]

Septitus was a man who learned to communicate with geese and only bake bird-free pies - he was VERY complicated.

And he only ever bought his chickens from Roshar, for they were very particular chickens.

Edited November 27, 2018 by ThePhotoBaum

[Kidpen he/him]

22

As were his pies.

[GeneralHZRD he/him]

As was his family history.

[Kidpen he/him]

As was his great-nephew.

24. I've decided to be the first of 200 instead of the 5000th.

[RoadWalker he/him]

Who just so happened to be Uncle Brandy.