Thursday, April 13, 2006

Superlon Mystery 17: Where do we go now but Superlon



Journey back to Superlon Valley was the intention of our fellow dudes.

Eiseemi Laxi: Home, here we come!
Stejar Strahl: The happy chappy reunion is soon to become true!
Eiseemi Laxi: I wish I had...
Stejar Strahl: You wish you hadn't got your clothes from the Easter egg?
Eiseemi Laxi: No, I wish I had a...
Stejar Strahl: You wish you hadn't put a wunderbaum in your armpit?
Eiseemi Laxi: Friend.
Stejar Strahl: Are you sure of this shortcut?

Baby Sinister Chick: No trespass...
Maybe Sinister Chick: ...without passports please.
Baby Sinister Chick: You're about to cross the border of Nohenland...
Maybe Sinister Chick: ...where no man before has rolled his eyes.
Baby Sinister Chick: We are moody...
Maybe Sinister Chick: ...but might offer you some goody.

Eiseemi Laxi: I see chicken!
Baby Sinister Chick: That's custard...
Maybe Sinister Chick: ...you bastard.
Baby Sinister Chick: A small fee please and after that you feel at ease.
Maybe Sinister Chick: Welcome to our beautiful country where the brass is green and the hen aren't witty.
Stejar Strahl: Are you still sure of this, friend?

To be continued...

12 comments:

patroclus said...

>>where the brass is green and the hen aren't witty<<

Haha!

Once again Superlon and its denizens have really cheered me up, even if this instalment does seem to be named after the most miserable song ever written.

Thanks Taiga!

taigathefox said...

You're welcome.

Miserable entrance to the future mishmash miseries of Superlonian mankind need miserable titles.
Erm.

taigathefox said...

Oh, forgot to add:
The sinister fluffy chicks are handmade by the cubs. Thanks to Occasional Poster for the name :)

occasional poster of comments said...

Excellent! Sinister chicks and a Nick Cave title! (so you probably spotted that I don't believe in an interventionist God?).

occasional poster of comments said...

Oh, so that's why my comment didn't publish first time. Anyway...

>>Thanks to Occasional Poster for the name<<

You're welcome. Pictures of my own sinister chicks no longer available, I'm afraid. Probably for the best.

Sopwith-Camel said...

You collect wine corks too! Now I no longer feel so alone.

taigathefox said...

Sopwith-camel; I collect all sorts of odd things or should I say I am not able to throw away things that might be useful some day. In fact I have a project in my mind, but I need more corks. That means I have to drink some more red wine. [ha]

Opc; I may have kindly force you to draw some more. [We northern foxes are as demanding as joulupukki]

Interpreter Pavlov said...

Delighted to see some champagne corks among your collection. The assumption is a)among your other activities you design hats for Australians, b)you suffer from that sinkling feeling and c) you always put pleasure before business.

patroclus said...

>>(so you probably spotted that I don't believe in an interventionist God?).<<

I spotted that one! Do I get a prize?

occasional poster of comments said...

I was just about to think up a witty way of saying no, but actually how about a Red House Painters CD? I accidentally bought another copy of one of them a few weeks ago. One of the ones that doesn't have a title on the case. Hence the confusion. If not you, P, anyone else want it?

patroclus said...

Ahh, that's very sweet of you. I only have the Retrospective one. But maybe it should go to Taiga for her new music collection?

taigathefox said...

Interpreter pavlov; I choose c. [I am designed for pleasure.]

Patroclus, I spotted also that Interventionist God-thing, but you can have the prize if you want :)
In fact I'd like to have huge amounts of red (and yellow) paint and some helpful house painters as a prize just now.