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.