Hello, Niederhoffers! You guys still up for game night? This Saturday? What say you? We had such fun with y’all the last time. If you’re game (get it? lol), what works best for us is an early afternoon meeting. Cynthia is preparing a luscious snack tray, and we’ve hired a pole dancing slime devil from Deneb IV whose arrival time by shuttle has been only vaguely estimated. You know how chronically late the slow-poke Denebians can be. But give them a saucerful of tranya and a pole — well, you’ve got a party. Woo hoo! Should be an eye opener for the kids.
Here’s a snapshot from our last gathering, where the rules-are-for-losers Schmidts of Triskelion cheated after about 1/2 hour of deceptively amiable play. Yeah, they choked us with those glowing collars again. We were, of course, fools to have agreed to wear them, but are we fools to believe people can change? Uh, yes?! Choke me with a glowing collar once, shame on you. Choke me with a glowing collar twice..shame on you again, Triskelion assholes! Lol! Ah, me. I trust your neck wounds have healed up nicely. Remember as you’re beaming over, the Feynman Portal duty-free shop sells an ointment that helps. Or it may be an unguent.
Looking forward to our get-together.
The Favershams of Beta Casium