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Submitted by kiki on Sun, 07/09/2006 - 4:50pm.
(a little background info for others: at the last FLOD cleaning we came upon some truly fetid dead ducks. Steve, brave as he is, took it upon himself to dispose of the fetid foul. This apparenly left some FLOD locals very unhappy)
» I was contacted by a Mr. Max R. Maggot and he has a message for you. It was Max himself who suggested conveying this message to you in comic form, something about, "speaking to him in his own language" something-or-other. Without further ado, here is Mr. Maggot in his own words:  This is all very worrying. How Max came into possession of this sensitive information I don't know, but I smell caiman snitchery.
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ROFL...
Submitted by Rick on Sun, 07/09/2006 - 5:23pm....Just about spewed mint tea all over my laptop...
Steve's gonna love this.
I know nothing
Submitted by Sarah on Sun, 07/09/2006 - 5:39pm.It's going to get weird now,
Submitted by stevenl on Mon, 07/10/2006 - 12:55am.I think it's safe to say
Submitted by kiki on Mon, 07/10/2006 - 1:20am.To be fully accurate, when I
Submitted by stevenl on Mon, 07/10/2006 - 1:59am.what worries me most about
Submitted by kiki on Mon, 07/10/2006 - 2:10am.When...
Submitted by Sarah on Mon, 07/10/2006 - 2:49am.yikes
Submitted by kiki on Mon, 07/10/2006 - 3:00am.Caiman and Nutria and Fetid
Submitted by OperaGirl on Mon, 07/10/2006 - 3:24am.Caiman and Nutria and Fetid
Submitted by Sarah on Mon, 07/10/2006 - 5:45am.Okay in the part where we'd usually sing about being off to see the Wizard.........who do we see? Rick the Caiman Master? Steve the Releaser of Caimans? Kiki the Messenger of Fetid Maggots? I think they need to organize a council, so we only have to go to one place.
Ha ha ha "Rick the Caiman
Submitted by OperaGirl on Mon, 07/10/2006 - 6:11am.I hadn't read this thread yet...
Submitted by Norm on Mon, 07/10/2006 - 5:57am.I'm not going to be able to
Submitted by stevenl on Tue, 07/11/2006 - 9:17pm.I'm not going to be able to make it to any cleanups this week. Those floating fetid maggots (FloFetMag of FLOD) really got to me. Andrew, kiki, and Anna know what I mean:
HAMLET: Not where he eats, but where he is eaten: a certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots: your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service, two dishes, but to one table: that's the end.
KING CLAUDIUS: Alas, alas!
HAMLET: A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and cat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
KING CLAUDIUS: What dost you mean by this?
HAMLET: Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar.
Charming. Another life lesson taught by the Fetid Lake of Doom!! The time has come to drain it, to lance it as if it was some infected reservoir of foul pus. To bring the evil that lurks beneath the shallow surface to the harsh truth of daylight. To make it as it was, so rubber booted OlyBloggers can march across the mud flats and clean up generations of postwar garbage.