I came across an old string of comments left on my Xanga blog (on 10/13/2004) between Goomby and myself. Toby makes an appearance as well. It made me cackle.

I’m well aware that chats are never really interesting to anyone except those involved. I also don’t care what you think. Here, for your boredom:

(Background: The post was in reference to a Silent Hill 3 Hard-level puzzle poem, found here.)

Toby:
good grief
yeah… i can’t sleep >.<

Goomby:
I don’t get it.
I mean, why not use fire? So much simpler…and so much cooler.

Moomoo:
What could possibly be cooler than shoving your thumbs into someone’s eyes?
Well, I suppose that shoving your thumb, which just happens to be on fire, into someone’s eyes would be ideal, but work with me here.
I guess the best would be a nice combination between hands-on violence and pyromania. Yum. Burning eyeballs… I can taste it now.
Which reminds me… We never finished our duel. Do you forfeit?

Goomby:
NOOOOOOOOOO! Not the SKIRT! *screams like a girl and tries to run*
*trips over a squirrel*

Moomoo:
*points and laughs*
*the rabid, ungrateful squirrel jumps on me and attacks*
*continues to point and laugh as various body parts are being gnawed off*

Goomby:
*cries*
*eats squirrel*
*tries to focus chakra and create a fireball to throw at you*
*gives up. exhausted, falls asleep*
*snores*

Moomoo:
*pokes with a stick*
*goomby continues to snore*
*performs ritualistic dance with fire around the poor sleeping target*
*trips*
*lands on the fire stick*
*catches on fire*
*gets up and continues dancing while on fire*

Goomby:
*wakes up*
No fair!
*jumps up and tries to be a part of the festivities by trying to set self on fire*
*little does she know, she is wearing asbestos*

Moomoo:
Asbestos? Yay!!
*takes a nice, deep whiff*
I can feel it spreading through my lungs!!!
*passes out*
*continues to be on fire*

Toby:
NoooOOooOOoooo…ooo!!! Moomoo!!!!
*flails arms about as he stares in horror as moomoo continues to burn in a fiery blaze*
*turns and growls at goomby*
*closes his eyes and gathers a large about of chakra to summon a giant squirrel*
*channels the energy but accidentally summons a giant chicken*
*stares in horror at the giant chicken, chicken stares back*
*starts screaming and running in circles as the giant chicken attempts to eat him*

Moomoo:
*wakes up to the sound of squawking and screaming*
*stares at the scene and wonders how the heck a giant chicken got to be there, and why it is chasing Toby*
*notices body is still on fire*
*gets up and tackles the chicken*
*the giant chicken is then thoroughly cooked by the flames*

Mmm… yummy. Anyone want some?
*shoves bits of giant chicken into mouth*

Goomby:
*wonders how toby thought that a giant squirrel would help moomoo o’ fire*
*decides to contribute it to the inhalation of asbestos*
*puts chicken meat between buns and starts a business called “chik-fil-o” and makes tons of money*
*retires*

Moomoo:
*sneaks into goomby’s mansion with Toby*
*steals all the money hidden throughout various locations throughout the house, then happen to find the secret recipe*
*runs off and contemplates starting a similar business, but in the end decides to just sell the recipe on eBay*
*becomes rich and famous for doing absolutely nothing*
*attacks goomby in her sleep for stealing my chicken in the first place*

Goomby:
*is killed by moomoo in her sleep…by the one person she thought was her friend*
*the betrayal she has experienced will not allow her to rest peacefully…haunts moomoo every day until she goes insane and is carted away in a straitjacket*
*haunts toby also until he is carted away, and the two sit there for years on end rocking back and forth and saying “I am not a muffin.”*

Moomoo:
*while saying “I am not a muffin” and muttering incomprehensibly to themselves, Moomoo and Toby somehow manage to recite a curse bringing Goomby back from the dead*
*Goomby lands with a thud in the same padded cell*
*everyone looks at each other, vaguely confused, but too engrossed in their toenails to be able to fully comprehend what has happened*
*guard comes by, accuses Goomby of breaking out of her cell in the D ward, and of course refuses to listen when Goomby insists that she used to be a ghost*
*Goomby is carted away and is locked in a happy little room and administered electric shocks until she, too, begins to believe that she was never dead*
*she also has begun to believe that she is really a robot*

Goomby:
*Pirates bomb the building, but all three of us somehow come out alive*
*The inhalation of smoke restores senses and we all remember why we got here in the first place*

I blame you, Moomoo.
*smacks in the face with an electric toothbrush giving Moomoo a speech impediment that makes her sound canadian*

Moomoo:
*is doomed to spend the rest of my life sounding like a Canadian*

Gaaaaaaaah!!!! Eh!!!

*tackles Goomby and bites her foot, leaving her with a permanent limp that makes her walk like a GIRL*

Goomby:
(Now you have to say “washroom” instead of “bathroom.” Ha! Now everyone will hate you for your supposed Canadian-ness.)

*gasps* NOOOOO! I can never ever STRUT LIKE A MAN again! *cries*
*hits with a stupid stick, so Moomoo will become stupid*
*for obvious reasons, it has no effect*
*except that now Moomoo has a dent on her forehead*

Moomoo:
*feels forehead*
What’s with this odd dent in my head, eh?
*continues to rub forehead, then for no reason decides to give in to the Canadian impulse to knock Goomby out*
Ha!!! That’s for making me sound so… so… *growl*
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must go to the washroom.
*struts off like a REAL MAN and cackles that Goomby will never be able to strut again*