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[sledgecallier]

I always took it that Helena would be meeting someone and the observation of this would be proof of her being a member of 3P. Kurt should be able to observe from a far without getting directly involved.

[Juxta]

[duckiemonster]

*ahem* Not content with bad punnage, I present you with...

The Lament
Kurt went off with dreams of glory, Underpants on over corduroy slacks.
We're starting to think that it got rather gory, and we're wondering which part of him we're going to get back.
Oh Kurt, if you're listening up there in the sky, tell us the horrible way you were made to die!


(Note to MindCandy: if you don't reveal the fate of the Schrodinger's Kurt soon, I'm going to write more poetry...)

[PuzzledPineapple]

[Nightingale]

We've not heard from him since 9.30pm last night... he could be bleeding to death just now!

Oh the tension!

MC are being exceptionally cruel, especially since it's the Neighbours plane crash tonight! Who'll survive? Who'll die horribly? Will there be sharks?

Nightingale

[GuyP]

A guy walks into a bar. The barman says, "Hey man, how's your day been?" "I've been scribing puzzles all day, if you must know. Can you just get me a damn drink?" snaps the guy. "Well sheesh," replies the barman, "no need to be so bloomin' Kurt!"

[jojojojo]

Big and almighty puppet masters. Please tell us what happened to Kurt. I can't take it anymore!!! (And, Duckie's "poetry" is adding to my madness so the sooner you do it the better...)

[Hituro]

They certainly are cruel ... we are all waiting to know if Kurt is okay and instead they choose now to tell us that 2/3 of us can't go to London after all, that our already organised teams are shot and so forth .... (grumbles)

[Gibbet]

For those interested in madness and fine poetry, may I shamelessly plug:

http://wiki.incognitus.net/ppc/index.php/The_%22is_Kurt_dead_%27humour%27_file%22

Where all the fantastic poems, puns and other related material can be found.

Enjoy/Slap me!

Gibbet

[European Chris]

Erm, I think I'll slap you.

Kind Regards

Chris

[Nightingale]

Violet has updated her blog - here's the thread:

http://forums.unfiction.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=13838

Just in case I upset someone I'll put this in spoilers:

[amliag]

I think it's unlikely that he's dead, more probable that the person he has met has lots of info to offer but didn't want to give it out in the open and therefore they have both gone to somewhere more secure, perhaps where his key doesn't work.
A little bit of optimism

[Jotacon]

Or maybe they went to the "Five of Cups," played some cards, got smashed and fell asleep in some alley. My kind of optimism

[Hituro]

Well he's alive, beaten up, interrogated, but alive ... I am very very glad!

I am not sure that we learnt that much though. I am wondering if we have been subjected to another double bluff.

[JoshTheBlack]

Modified from HitchHikers Guide to the Galaxy:

Vogon poetry is of course, the third worst in the universe. The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a recitation by their poet master Grunthos the Flatulent of his poem "Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning" four of his audience died of internal haemorrhaging and the president of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived by gnawing one of his own legs off. Grunthos was reported to have been "disappointed" by the poem's reception, and was about to embark on a reading of his 12-book epic entitled "My Favourite Bathtime Gurgles" when his own major intestine, in a desperate attempt to save humanity, leapt straight up through his neck and throttled his brain. The very worst poetry of all is that of DuckieMonster on the Unforums. Vogon poetry is mild by comparison.