Coco started to giggle with her hands covering her mouth.

Jessica Alba showed up, "Have you guys seen Scarlet Johansson anywhere? That ho deserves a good bitch-slap."

"Nope sorry. But we do have some great pasta that Lee just made." said thurston

There was also a sudden movement in the pasta pan.

(goodnight, y'all)

Out jumped Stephen Malkmus!

"Goodnight Hip Priest", replied Thurston, as he looked at Malkmus.

"Rats! You're working overtime!" said Lee to the pasta pan.

(G'night, Hip Priest...)

"That sounds like it would make a darn good song Lee!" said Steve
(peace sabastian)

Thurston scratched his head and looked around, the inspiration for a song had struck, thanks to Lee and Steve; but a guitar was nowhere to be found.

Coco started to yawn and Kim said, "Bedtime sweetie. Tommorrow's a school day".

Coco cooed capriciously, cawing carefully; ceasing celerity.

Thurston kept munching away, 'cause he had been working hard that day.

(I'm of to bed. Later.)

"Goodnight, Tokolosh", said Jessica Alba, as she began unbuckling her belt.

Suddenly, Cantankerous comes bursting into the room, kicking down the door with her large booted feet and a gun in her hand.

Thurston had known this day would come, as he had been reading the forums regularly and knew about the whole Chris Habib fiasco; and he was prepared.

Cantankerous pulled out a clipboard, checked off another box on her to-do list and continued on her rampage.

He pulled up his pants, laced his sneakers, cracked his knuckles and took out his semi-automatic 9MM Glock, with laser sighting and coolly cocked it.

who is he? (this does NOT count as a sentence)

Thurston Moore...

Cantankerous whipped out her pecker of steel to block the bullets.

All of a sudden the mysterious and mystical man known as finding nobody bursts in the room.

"dad, what's art garfunkel doing here?" asked coco.

The name's Joel. Good to meet ya.
(hahaahahah. fuck you lilly! i knew you were gonna pull that rubbish)

A man in a white coat entered the room, carrying several straitjackets and a syringe filled with a clear liquid.

'This wont hurt a bit' said the man with a gleam in his eye and a smirk on his face.

Tension mounted as the medical man surveyed the room, carefully selecting his first subject.

"Me! Me! Me!", squealed Cantankerous.

Soon a lightning shower began.

'Erm, can I just ask what exactly is in that syringe?', asked Steve.

Lee replied in a stern voice, "life man Life."

"What's in the syringe is really not important," said white coat man, "now stop fussing, it's just a little prick."

That's what she said.

Kim then started dancing, to Madonna's Like a vrigin.

Lee began to play with the boom box's volume & equalization controls, as if possessed.

The cat jumped on to the turntable, riding it like a roundabout, miaowing ecstatically.

Then Thurston started, playing erratically on his guitar.

'Yeah, far out, f***ing go for it Thursty, jam it ha ha ha', screamed the cat.

Lee turned down the boom box because the noises that the cat on the Coltrane record & the guitar Thurston was coaxing forth sounded like something he wanted to hear, to experience...to live...but he still periodically blasted forth intervals of Madonna playing the boom box controls like an instrument...in the meanwhile, he was looking around for just the right setup through which to to run his guitar.

While all this was happening, Kim was in her own world, dancing away and thinking of how Madonna had made it to the top.

But something was about to happen; something that would bring Kim straight out of her trance-like state.