The Coup Begins

[Panther_Gunn]

:| { *TPB's gentleman's personal gentleman examines the contents of the oven and removes what appears to be a severely charred, dried sausage wearing a brightly burning red clown wig* Should I declare Mr. Ripoff the wiener, sir?

:) { Certainly, Lane!  Do your wurst.

ow_tiobe_sb
Phantom Bunburyist and Fop o' th' Morning

* Ponders this recent turn of events *

:eyebrow: { Hmmmm.... I'm not sure this is a wise course of action on the part of the Bunburyist. 

:eyebrow: { And he's normally so sage...

Really?  I always thought of him as more rosemary.  But his actions do look a bit ill-conceived.  Perhaps he just ran out of thyme.

[randyripoff]

Despite the foppish one's assertions, rest assured that the randyripoff robot you thought you shoved in the oven has transformed into something that resembles a bit of Earl Grey and is sneakily filling the horses with elephant laxative.  Let's see how the next hunt goes, eh?

[ow_tiobe_sb]

Despite the foppish one's assertions, rest assured that the randyripoff robot you thought you shoved in the oven has transformed into something that resembles a bit of Earl Grey...

Which bit of Earl Grey?  I certainly hope the automaton had the good sense not to transform into that terrifying birthmark that, long after the good earl's death, some admirers have suggested resembles Margaret Thatcher.  *shudder*  Unless, of course, you meant Albert, who had a rather fetching dimple on his right elbow that never failed to charm the children at holiday parties.

*backs up a lorry full of the stable master's horses and unceremoniously dumps them on the real Ripsnort*^*

Oho!  I believe we've located our quarry!  ^_^

ow_tiobe_sb
Phantom Bunburyist and Fop o' th' Morning

^* No actual horses were harmed in the composition of this post, which is more than we can guarantee about any criminal masterminds featured in this post.