*The ground starts to tremble....Tremble......TREMBLE!!!!*
*The SPF slowly turns to a corner of the forum long forgotten*
*The trembling stops. The only sound in the room is silence, yet there is tension in the air thicker than any pea soup imaginable*
*Like a phoenix, out of a pile of green moldly cheese rises a man in a brilliant white tuxedo*
*Although no taller than any normal man, he seems to tower over the SPF*
*His charsmic presence was only negated (in small part) by his missing eye*
(In his best Gandalf voice) "I have not transpired shadow, time, death, and this lactose intolerant's nightmare for the spf to run rampant in a food fight."
*The sound resonating from the man echos throughout the forum, piercing to the very soul of everyone in the room*
*The spf members drop all of their "edible" artillary and stare with gaping mouths.*
*With a wave of his hand he directly states *
"I release you.*
The group is still staring, although confused looks are starting to appear on a few faces in the room*
"I Release You!"
*The confusion now is apparent everywhere, while one or two malicious smiles are creeping into the group.*
(muttering) "Well sh@# that didn't work" "Ahhh...um...perhaps we can discuss all of this over at the EMB...ah...drinks are on me?!"
*The proud man was given no warning as a cumquat whistled in from his right side hitting him square in the ear. His one eye held a vacant gaze that was unmistakable for unconsciousness. However, a witness close to the incident thought she heard him whisper "Oh sh@# here we go again" as he proceeded to land face first in what use to be a nameable dairy product.*
*The spf barely noticed his fall as they took up the food fight in a renewed freny*
