The Escapist Improv Group

[I Stomp on Kittens]

*I think it's about 15 cents per hour."

 

[SpaceSpork]

*Crotch grabs*
"J'MON! ADVERTISING DEPARTMENTS!"

 

[Ramthundar]

"YEE-HEE!"
*Does a little dance, get down tonight, wake up in the hospital in the morning, have your partner meet you in the divorce lawyer's office in the noon-ish, get sued for all your worth for the horrors you have bestowed upon the world with your drunken flailing in the afternoon, hang yourself with your last words cursing the life of SpaceSpork at the stroke of midnight*

 

[Dr.Susse]

"Wake up dead the next morning speaking kings English and sail to the moon on a plate made of frozen jam."

 

[Ramthundar]

"Jam? Don't mind if I do!"
*Takes Jam, has it on bagels. Shoots bagels at birds*
"Ha, pigeon! Two points!"

 

[manicgreenapple]

"That wasn't a pigeon, you bastard!"
*peels jam-y bagels off face, puts peanut butter on it and leaves it on the streets"