Snowdad: Grunt, grunt, grunt.
Snowwife: (laughs) Grunt!!!!
Snowdad: Grunt out.
Snowpocalypse: Day 2
Zarion: So, Tigerboy accidentally transported us to Iowa, where the potatoes are not as good as Idaho’s. Also, the teleportation device blew up. We’re trapped, and forced to be street mimes. Anything to add, Tigerboy?
Tigerboy: (in mime costume, mimes walking against the wind)
Zarion: Yeah, I saw that coming. Anyway, I hope the snowpeople aren’t polluting the Miscellaneous Soup studio with trash and bodily function jokes. See you next time, peoples, Zarion out. If we don’t respond tomorrow, then either we have fired Uncle Murray, or we have died. According to my calculations, the Abominable Snowpeople’s post should be up right after this.
