[Pete]> morning
Lynn75> good evening in here
Nikina> It's the middle of the night here.
[Pete]> morning :P
Nikina> Well, it would be if I'd typed that eight hours ago.
[Pete]> it may be bloody foggy but it aint dark enough to be night
Nikina> That's not fog. Your kitchen is on fire.
[Pete]> ah
[Pete]> must be the cheese from under thte cooker
Nikina> Mm, ancient cheese.
Nikina> The civilisation that's evolved on it must have discovered fire. The wheel is next, and before you know it they'll be riding out to invade your wardrobe.
[Pete]> na i peed in there when i came home drunk on saturday :P
[Pete]> thought it was the toilet :/
Nikina> Oh, they'll have boats to cross the Ocean Of Beer.
Nikina> Your shoes will be outposts of the Emmenthaler Empire.
[Pete]> nah they r holy :P