Well, it had to be done, didn't it? And since this is both the first and last post, I have won. Thank you all.
Upon what premise do you postulate our inability to apprehend you, mothman?
Little bump? LITTLE BUMP??!! Flatten him, man!
Lol! Can't catch me, and I'm not even slowed down by the winner's prize. Think I'll go and hide somewhere appropriate with Munky or JIm...
A gun-toting ape and a man in a frock. Are you out of your mind?!
Greetings. I have traveled long and hard from the past to be here today to take the prize, as rightfully decided by the distant past.
--in other words---
Long time no see. : )
Oh, hi, Christine!
Hello Christine! Watch out over here, there's a pointy stick war on!
Whose passing out the sticks? I get one too right?
I seem to get only the pointy end!
Now, that's a sharp comment.
About time you showed up, young lady! I hope you brought a note from your parents. You may have one pointy stick on one condition: You whack that moth with it.
You can use your pointy stick however you want but just don't pop my bubble.
We don't want to disappoint my prize. He is being such a good boy all snuggled up in his bed...
I'm not sure just who that is snuggling in your bed, Cris-the-loud, but it ain't the prize. He is still hiding under MY bed, quivering in fear lest one of you lesser mortals claims him, and takes him from his rightful place with his mumsy.
Sorry to disappoint, but that mumsy boy is a decoy. The real prize is safe with me. Forever. [Whistles in nonchalant, carefree, triumphant way.]
Ouch! Your nose just stabbed me.
*dances around with her new pointy stick* Yay weapons!
Erm...that's macromouth's nose. I'd put it down if I were you. You never know where it's been.
Blooming cheek! Micromoths don't have pointed noses, they have labial palpi. There! [Sticks out proboscis].
So you were stabbed by his labial palpi.
Christine has a real stick. She wouldn't settle for anything less. It just won't do her any good. I think she got the short end of it.... :)
The labial palpi of an anthropomorphic personification of an alter ego doesn't count. Nor was it what stabbed me. It was that big fat lying nose of the real macromouth. All this excitement has got the prize hiding out in the back yard.
I've retrieved the prize! It was terribly worried by an over-use of long words by a certain female contender. There, there prizey. You're safe with me.
I replied to this but it has disappeared. Are you working black arts, evil insect?
The prize is not safe with you as you are not its rightful owner. It can not be happy. It will come back to me, wagging it's dear little tail, because I am its rightful mumsy.
Anyway, you're the one bovvered by long words, not it.
"an anthropomorphic personification of an alter ego"???
Have you been reading Terry Pratchett again? Just colour me Rincewind.
Hey, that's great Jim! And thanks for the loan of the Luggage-with-feet. I've put the prize inside and it's trotting along obediently behind me now.
I thought you asked me never to speak of your wind, Jimbo. I see you've ditched the dress for a gown. Nice choice. Terry Pratchett never used "alter ego".
Macromouth, it's time to give you a good whackin' because you is a prize-stealer. And send that luggage back. You know it eats people.