shinydan

So there's this game I play, where I call myself Ricochet Rabid. I met someone on it called HungryHungry Hippo. And I found myself wondering - is this the

hippo22 of this parish and my acquaintance? So I asked a couple of questions, and then it got very, very silly...

Ricochet Rabid: Hippo: does the number 22 carry any significance for you?

HungryHungry Hippo: Why do you ask?

Ricochet Rabid: Because I know a Hippo for whom it does

HungryHungry Hippo: Really?

Ricochet Rabid: Yep

HungryHungry Hippo: How is it significant to that hippo?

Ricochet Rabid: He notices many coincidences in his long and illustrious life with that number in them.

HungryHungry Hippo: You have many hippo friends then?

Ricochet Rabid: Just the one.

HungryHungry Hippo: I see.

Ricochet Rabid: He's not _actually_ a hippo.

HungryHungry Hippo: And you suspect that I may be that hippo?

Ricochet Rabid: Well, I suspect a lot of things.

HungryHungry Hippo: Do tell.

Ricochet Rabid: I was curious.

HungryHungry Hippo: Interestingly enough, it's the date of my birth. The 22nd, I mean.

Ricochet Rabid: Well - I suspect that Pope Ratzenberger wears frilly knickers under his robe.

HungryHungry Hippo: That's just wise.

Ricochet Rabid: I suspect that Jay Leno is more than meets the eye.

HungryHungry Hippo: Like a robot?

Ricochet Rabid: Possibly. Or some horrific Lovecraftian Thing, come to devour our senses of humour.

HungryHungry Hippo: Hmm. Interesting. I always suspected Rita Rudner of that.

Talon Karrde: ricochet rabid and hungryhungry hippo. wow

HungryHungry Hippo: What are you getting at Talon?
Ricochet Rabid: What do you suspect, Talon?

Talon Karrde: oh, nothing, it's just a surreal list of people

HungryHungry Hippo: We're the *same* person.....

Ricochet Rabid: No you're not! wait, no...damn.

HungryHungry Hippo: Yes, we aren't

Ricochet Rabid: But I think this particular rehearsal for our tour of the known worlds has gone rather well.

HungryHungry Hippo: Agreed. I say we pitch PBS for a series.

Ricochet Rabid: nah, I know someone inside the BBC.

HungryHungry Hippo: Even better. Instant class.

Ricochet Rabid: Not really.

HungryHungry Hippo: Heh.

Ricochet Rabid: She's the tea lady. Makes a cracking brew, though.

HungryHungry Hippo: I hope so.

Ricochet Rabid: (and mentions of PBS mean you are Not That Hippo, and so be it)

HungryHungry Hippo: that Hippo is a brit, I take it?

Ricochet Rabid: As am I.

HungryHungry Hippo: Whereabouts?

Ricochet Rabid: ...Manchester.

HungryHungry Hippo: Noice.

Ricochet Rabid: But he's not Mancunian, and nor am I

HungryHungry Hippo: You just wound up there.

Ricochet Rabid: yes.

HungryHungry Hippo: Like it?

Ricochet Rabid: Very much.

Ricochet Rabid: Although there are more massage parlours here than I'm comfortable with

HungryHungry Hippo: And you have the inside scoop on the best tea too. Sounds like you're all set up.

HungryHungry Hippo: I *am* a little creeped out by the 22 thing though, RR.

Ricochet Rabid: if only I had the formula for the perfect ginger biscuit, I would be rich! RICH I tell you!

Ricochet Rabid:

HungryHungry Hippo: Only one way to get it. Start baking.

Ricochet Rabid: at this time of night? My landlord would throw me out!

HungryHungry Hippo: So you say.

» HungryHungry Hippo checks the house for bugs.

Ricochet Rabid: Yes. You see, the poor man...he's allergic to ginger. He won't even let a Simply Red album in the house.

HungryHungry Hippo: Well, that's just mostly good taste.

» HungryHungry Hippo is not a Simply Red fan.

Ricochet Rabid: Have you _tasted_ their CDs? Awful. Horrible bitter aftertaste.

» Ricochet Rabid is babbling now, so shuts up
Some editing has taken place to make us both look slightly less foolish.