Okay, Grossenschwamm and Telcontar.

We weren't going to let you have sex with Paul IN THE HALL!

 

You know that that exacly what I was saying, even thou I maybe wasn't that clear about it?

 

I thought you were saying that Tel should pick a white color, because white is the color of purity and unicorns, and that made everything happy?

 

That's exactly what he was saying. However, it's much easier for Wobbler to agree with you than it is to argue his point against you.

 

I dont know about that, polar bears have a unpredictable nature, hence agreeing with Blinky could produce the same results as disagreeing with him.

 

The secret of the Elves aey, Polar bear hair as.....well....hair. And this gives you what, unmatched powers and immortality?

 

Nah, the Pic just wouldn't look as evil with a white robe instead of black, that was my point.

And I don't agree with everything Blinky says, but when the bear has a point, the bear has a point.

 

I don't remember shaving my balls... of course, nor do I remember having crabs, so maybe I was blacked out for that whole time... and being so drunk, maybe that's why I had them in the first place, OMG I REMEMBER!

So this means me drinking heavily is the source of elven immortality/head-crabs?

You do realize my point was that you're anally-retentive, right?

 

Anally retentive? I thought he got the hair from your balls?

 

Sorry, the last part was directed at wobbler, although he might argue my point was that symbolism in colors is no more binding than we choose to allow it to be. I thought the point was just that he was anally retentive.

 

So wobbler is a closeted homosexual hobbit with a white bush sticking out his ass?

 

Here's a fun fact;
Many bears that hibernate for long periods of time ingest large quantities of their own hair to create a butt-plug of sorts.
It would seem that Wobbler ingests the hair from polar bears to reach the same end.
Pun intended.

 

Grossen, i'm not going to ask how the hell you know that.

 

Amongst bears there is an expression 'spring shit,' which means a giant dump, the kind that leaves you feeling lighter afterwards.

 

The best kinds of dumps are the ones where once you get done, stand up and pull your pants up, you realize that you can now comfortably cinch your belt one notch tighter.