So pleased to make your collective acquaintences, :) Sydney (who is searching for the coveted quail spirit amid the trial-size samples, coupon books, and neighborhood maps of her "Welcome" package)
On Tue, 27 May 1997 Sydney > I *knew* this was the right list... Jay, please tell me The Great Quail isHello, Sydney! As to your question, no, actually, the Great Quail is, rather, the head of our Cult (you did accept the position, didn't you, Great One?). Of course if he wishes to greet you as well, count yourself fortunate : > So pleased to make your collective acquaintences, :)The pleasure is ours :). Hey! I never got a "Welcome" package. No fair! And I suppose after having been here for 2 years I am well past being eligible for one. Bummer. Love on ya, Susan
Quail replies in his usual innocent manner , masquerading as the voice of moderation and trying to deflect our attention from his messianic cultish rabblerousing : Well, you really don't need to feel any amount of fortune at my well-wishings, and I assure you I am NOT the head of any cult, this one or any other, ESPECIALLY not the notorious Gong FanWeb. These are all terrible lies, perpetrated by the mysterious Quails In Black. (pesky QIBs.) As far as I can tell, the true leader of the Cult of Feg is actually Woj's identical twin "Woj Sven-Woj", who is rumoured to take his instructions from the severed head of Andre Breton, which is kept in an underground vault by the Bethesda Masons, and guarded by several curious looking birds that *might* be quails, but at any rate look rather menacing even with those ludicrous feather-thingies on the tops of their heads.
the woj of noise Subject: yak yak also squach the great quail:
>As far as I can tell, the true leader of the Cult of Feg isa rumor i can neither confirm nor deny. however, i can tell you that my identical twin usually goes by "skippy", which rolls off the tongue a wee bit easier than woj sven-woj. (i have an evil twin as well, known to the few unfortunate to have met her as "the slu beast". that probably is best left unexplained.)
Feg Cult Test 1 which image doesnt belong? Flan, firehose, nose, ice cream cone, flaslight,plume,
fish, plane, train, snake, Cave of Clint. 2 Robyn once typified his fans as a) sports-fanatics b) stupid c) perverts 3 Free associate on The Canopener-
As leader of our cult, The Great Quail will grade us (since he already has Mr Red-Pencil firmly in hand.) Creativity, as always, counts. K-
Mississippi Malcolm McDowell sdodge Subject: Re: Welcome Sydney! (Was Re: Marriage Proposal) On Thu, 29 May 1997, The Great Quail wrote:
> No, I am terribly sorry, but I am not chairman of the welcomingIt is now time for me to reveal what I know. It seems she had stumbled upon the mysterious Cave of Clint and witnessed a trilobyte named Sven doing Mickey's Monkey. Not being in possession of a magic Mexican bean, she was unable to ward off the wrath of Clint, who, upon finding that she had witnessed this (and also seen a vegetarian cat), sent a plague of bats after her. I was sent a note by Clint's representative, Dennis Forbes, who said that if we wish to see her alive and un-batted ever again, we were required to send five gross of Hubba Bubba brand soda, a pack of Lucky strikes (it's toasted!) and a wax replica of Elisabeth Schwarzkopf to Clint's Cave, c/o Dennis Forbes, Cleethorpes, UK. Robyn only knows what evil rituals will be done with these tools. Love on ya, Susan
Sydney Date: Mon, 2 Jun 1997 Subject: Re: Welcome Sydney! (Was Re: Marriage Proposal)
Susan, thank GOD you received word of Deb's whereabouts! Imagine my shame when I was unable to report with confidence her most recent plight. But given her dire situation at the moment, I am compelled to reveal a few facts in hopes that it sheds light as to our Cult of Feg course of action on herbehalf. Apparently in shock at the sight of Sven the trilobite (which she knew full-well went extinct in the Permian) our beloved chairman passed out. When she awoke, she found that she'd actually been the unwitting victim of a poison blowpipe belonging to a smiling Micronesian native woman. (Note: If you're wondering where I got this information, it was delivered to me in a tiny note strapped to the leg of one of those filthy neo-tropical birds.) Now Susan, here's the peculiar part. The note said that only *you* would understand the rest... It seems that she was taken to the nearby Yap Islands where the natives took VERY good care of her, tending to her every desire, feeding her oysters, passion fruit and carefully pouring guava juice past her waiting lips. Could she be indulging in funky tropical lust of the slippery kind? I'm not sure she *wants* to be rescued. ;) Please let us know if you hear more. We miss you Deb! Ciao, Sydney
Here endeth this particular chapter of the ever continuing saga of the quail cargo cults.
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