The Cellar Food Fight
 

FOOD FIGHT!!!!!

Zengum lobs a cooling wet teabag that splats on Monster's forehead.

ZG tosses a bread roll at lookout, but he chests it down and passes it off at Merc.

DanaC dives in and grabs the bread roll before Merc can get to it and lobs it straight at Sundae Girl, who catches it neatly on a side plate, cuts it open, butters it and eats it with a bowl of warming winter soup....

I'm not really getting the hang of this am I?

You've got my part in it right!
Having finished her soup, Sundae Girl leaves, successfully, and is well away from the location before any real food fighting begins, and does not come back.

I hate food fights. The only time I ever took part in one was when I spent Christmas with the student nurses. Instead of coffee and mints after Christmas dinner, we circulated a number of joints, and then Mandy flicked some swede at Emma and the whole thing kicked off. I was wearing my new beige cashmere sweater and was so worried about getting it stained that I took it off and ran about in my wonderbra. Apparently this made the two male nurses' Christmas, although I hadn't even considered that, seeing how many naked bods they saw a day. Anyway, as you were.

lumberjim sneaks up and squashes Bill Gates in the face with a pie. HARD>

Merc sprays milk from a straw into the crowd. Dana covers her head with Zen's homework notebook.

Brianna throws overripe tomatoes at Merc and LJ while Zen tries to snag his notebook back from Dana and Trea lobs chocolate pudding at everyone involved.

Cicero wipes off the chocolate pudding and with her blue eye she takes aim with a pea shooter at UT. UT glares as peas bounce expertly off his noggin. SamIam has only 210 posts so feels safe for the moment...

Cicero takes out the spray pate she has for her dog's Kong toy. Squeezes her eyes almost shut in concentration.....Aiming directly at SamIam.

Merc grabs squeeze bottle of Golden Spicy Brown Mustard and aims squarely at Cicero's left ear, she ducks and Sam gets a facefull. Sam wipes the excess into Cicero's hair.

UT propels an entire plate of spaghetti into the air. It sticks momentarily to the ceiling, then falls as one big mass onto....

....the seat right where SG had been sitting. Good move SG.

Choco gathers the remains of the spaghetti into a portrait of FSM, so that the entire food fight may be Touched by His Noodly Appendage.

Bluecuracao shakes and pops open a magnum of J. Roget, spraying everyone here with the entire contents, and saving herself from a massive headache tomorrow morning.

Uh, oops. Sorry about that cork, Zen! I wasn't aiming for you, I swear.

glatt takes a handful of ketchup packets, pokes holes in the corners with a fork, and flicks them around onto the floor. Then he sits back and waits.

UT picks out the meatballs from his spaghetti mass and flings them to the other side of the room.

Where SD is either carrying a clarinet in his pocket, or is happy to see us. He gets hit right in the reed.

Zen removes champagne cork from his navel, and scuttles to the dessert bar, seizes the giant jello bowl, and uses the salad spoon as a catapult, splattering everyone in sight.

Urbane rises from behind the bar like a mountain, spritzing the whole area of the dessert bar with the wet bar's beer keg hose. Sticky sticky!

I can easily see this thread meshing into the orgy thread..

Cicero grabs the 5 gallon Ice Bucket and heads upstairs....and stands right over where zengum is sitting below.....aims, and pours...woooosh!!

:)

Trea tosses the industrial-sized bottle of chocolate syrup to Cicero and grabs the butterscotch one for herself and starts squirting randomly and wildly, covering anyone within range in butterscotch syrup!

Owwww, hey! Ice is hard.

ZG flings coloured jelly [colored jello] at Cicero and Treas, then points upwards and yells, UG, watch out! above you!
While UG is checking for danger from above, ZG lobs a pavlova directly at him. The whipped cream explodes leaving him with fruit salad stuck in his hair. (I know I'll pay for that, but it was worth it. :) )

Trea deliberately targets ZG with the butterscotch syrup, squirting him til the bottle's empty, then flings the jello sticking to her back at him, squealing with delight and flinging her hair about wildly to shake the sticky out of it!

Say, Treas, you seem to be enjoying this rather a lot. :eyebrow:

Food fights KICK A**, especially when there's sticky involved, because then there's the communal showers afterwards ;)

ZG sneaks up on Treas ... with the whipped cream dispenser from the dessert bar at the ready...

Trea doesn't hear ZG sneaking up and digs a few bananas out of the fridge to throw at various people, including Undertoad and Lumberjim, tossing the peels behind her on the floor...


(If things keep going this way, we're going to have the makings of a HUGE banana split sundae!!)

Cicero starts carrying things in from the car.

It's Thanksgiving tiiime!!! Cicero starts grabbing from the heavy pots. Here's some stuffing! Lobs at zen. Here's some turkey giblet graaaavy! Lobs at Sundae! How about some turkey for a turkey?!? Lobs at lj. How about some pumpkin piiiiie?!? Lobs at monster. How about some whipped cream with that?!? Lobs at steve dallas. Who likes cranberry sauce?!? Lobs at Shawnee....Oh you want creamed corn? I've got creamed corn!!! Lobs at jinxer. What's that you say? I forgot the sweet potatoe pie?!? Lobs at Sundae. Ha haa haaaaa!!!Who wants this cornbread?!? Lobs a steamy pile at UT.

Oh are you guys thirsty?!? Grabs the champagne and sprays caser. Oh you like white?!? Grabs the zinfandel and pours directly over classics's head. No? Red for you please? Grabs the pinot noir and pours on treas.

Cicero sits back with a crude smile, from all the havoc executed in the spirit of the holidays, and sips from her wassail. :D (feeds Pilau under the table the good turkey she saved, as he likes the moist stuff)

-licks the pinot noir off her skin- Hmm. Quality stuff, Cic, why waste it?

Only the best for you Treas. I know someone is going to try and lick it off of you later, I'm curteous. Not much is lost on the 'ol cic.*sips from wassail*

awww -bats eyelashes- I appreciate your consideration! -looks around the room- Who's up to lick?

They are still covered in Thanksgiving...They might not be in the mood yet. :)

Hmm... the tryptophan (sp?) will tend to knock one out... as would having a 21-lb bird dropped on one's head. Ah well... -sucks some more wine off her fingertips- Doesn't mean I can't enjoy it in the meantime ;)