Tickling the Slow Loris

[la Fée Verte]

You're not helping, Fée.

You know I'm right.

[Marmalade Fires]

When I see eyes that big I just want to poke them.

Sorry, Shoe. :shame:

[Hamm]

I didn't click. Can you buy them? That'd look great on my sofa.

[Shoe]

Oh! I shall tell you a related story. Apparently in *somewhere which may be Iran / Iraq / Afghanistan* wounded soldiers who have no legs get a trained monkey to help them do stuff, like a guide dog or a hearing dog but waaay cooler.

[la Fée Verte]

Homer had a helper monkey:

[Shoe]

See, it's in The Sun, it must be true.

S'ok, Marmo, at least I know who to tuck into first now, as punishment. ;)

[Marmalade Fires]

I didn't click. Can you buy them? That'd look great on my sofa.

I'm not rising to you, Ms. Roo.

[Marmalade Fires]

I don't think I'd taste very nice, Shoebles.

[la Fée Verte]

PRAY. FOR. MOJO.

[Shoe]

I don't think I'd taste very nice, Shoebles.

I'd do a nice sauce, it'll be in the name of science.

Here are the helper monkeys:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vRzp9O9Q ... re=related" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;

[Batvia]

IS. MOJO. IN. DANGER? SEND ££££££?

[Pickle]

Oh sweet little Loris.

Shoe on the other hand is now scaring me a little bit.

[Batvia]

Shoe on the other hand is now scaring me a little bit.

She wants to eat your brainz. She told me that.

[Pickle]

Is she hoping to gain brilliant intelligence?

[Batvia]

No, she's just quite peckish.

[Pickle]

Oh.

[la Fée Verte]

Shoe on the other hand is now scaring me a little bit.

She wants to eat your brainz. She told me that.

[Marmalade Fires]

My cat is furry too.

[la Fée Verte]

Most are.

[Ella77]

Pray. For. Mojo.