Mads Call #3

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[Not that long after the fire breaks out on the SOL, the Mads decide to give the Satellite a call. Dr. F appears on the screen, looking highly amused.]

Ahhhh, nothing smells quite like Christmas spirit like seeing space nuts roasting on an open fire!

What's the matter, yule log get out of hand? I do hope you try it again soon!

Comments

[punsofiron.livejournal.com]

Got cold feet on that pun there, did ya Dr. F?

[buildingproblem.livejournal.com]

Poor deer needs to rein it in a little before he hurts himself.

[wavesinherheart.livejournal.com]

That or he'll hoof to try harder. It's snow easy task, and he might do better to admit de-feet.

[punsofiron.livejournal.com]

Yule have to agree he's skating on thin ice tonight.

[buildingproblem.livejournal.com]

Well, with such a frosty reception, it's no wonder we're sleighing him.

[itsjustthemads.livejournal.com]

What are you all doing?! This isn't punny!

[punsofiron.livejournal.com]

Think you've got a snowball's chance of stopping us?

[wavesinherheart.livejournal.com]

If that's the best he has to present, I think he may find himself needing to flake soon.

[buildingproblem.livejournal.com]

Nog he's just egging us on. Come on Doc, we'll let you join in on our riffer games.

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Dr. F: Thanks, but no thanks. I'd rather just collect the data on your inexplicable punsplosion!

Frank: Oh, me me me! I'll join!

[punsofiron.livejournal.com]

Now you're just blowing things out of proportion.

[itsjustthemads.livejournal.com]

...Now that one was a little weak.