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[Geneaux486]

The Dialogue Writer is indeed a dog! Figuratively, of course!

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Yea, verily it shalt be written: we are concubines of Tim, but history shalt remember us as wives.

[dinorobo]

Somebody needs to get on writing the Ten Timmandments. I mean if we are going to have a proper cult church of Tim, we should do it right.

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[Tharol]

People the worship of Jessica butt would be more interesting think.

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[Geneaux486]

In the Talking Camera's moment of doubt, in the first year of the Viewing of the Tapes, when he had no where to turn, Sarah began dating the Dialogue Writer in secret, and retrieved his camera from a closet, filming him, so that the Faceless One would draw near, knowing that the Dialogue Writer would send word of the encounter to the Talking Camera, pointing him in the right direction and setting the stage for the Median Year!

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[Geneaux486]

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[Geneaux486]

[Abalone]

My poor, gramatically incorrect, forced-rhyme Timmas present... hope it at least makes you smile...


'Twas the night before Timmas and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that ol' Timman soon would be there.
The fan girls were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of Timman danced through their heads.
And Jess fixed some Nutella for us as a snack;
We were relaxing at last after a filming wrap.
When outside my door there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash
And peeked through the blinds, heart beating like mad.
The moon on the leaves and the pavement below
Gave a sinister cast to the objects below.
When what to my terrified eyes should appear
But a creepy bald head without eyes, nose, or ears.
The tall, lanky creature was dressed all in black,
I knew in my heart I was marked for attack.
More rapid than sight the creature it came,
20It silently started to mess with my brain.
Now memories swept from my mind in a flash;
The creature was in every direction I dashed!
I leapt from the porch and hid near a wall,
But by running away I had no chance at all.
Suddenly submerged in water, I cried
And screamed as to surface I tried and I tried.
So up popped my head and I took a deep breath,
Mr. No-Face was trying to scare me to death.
And just at the moment I gave up all hope,
I heard a man's yell like Tarzan on dope.
I saw a bright flash of pink, felt a tug on my arm,
And knew that somebody had saved me from harm.
I looked at my savior and fell to my knees,
By the almighty Timman I had been freed!
He was dressed to go 'blading with pink pads aglow
And I knew he had powers beyond those I could know.
His eyes- how they sparkled! His smile- so bright!
His protective gear- colored to light up the night!
His masculine mouth was a confident grin,
His cigarette dangled quite close to his chin.
The smoke drifted out like a halo around
As he helped me steady my feet on the ground.
On his face were mutton chop 'burns so well groomed
That within 30 yards a fan-girl would swoon.
"How'd you grow those?" I asked as I gathered my wits.
With a shake of his head and a finger to lips,
Timman guided me back to my house through the woods,
When I got back, there my friend Jessica stood.
Her eyes became liquid like two silver pools
As she gazed at Timman, she started to drool.
"I have that effect" Timman said with a chuckle;
Poor Jessica's knees had started to buckle.
"You're safe for the night-take good care of her"
Said Timman to me in a voice like a purr,
And I heard him exclaim 'ere he bladed away
"Merry Timmas to all and to all a good…. Aiiiieeeeeeeee…."
*CRASH!*

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[onetruepurple]

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