Bears and kitchens were mean for each other.

From: Melancholy murderer.:
And then the angry pirates all died of heart attaches because they spent to many afternoons eating deep fried bear meat.

From: Tortilinie, Soul Salesman.:
those darn pirates.
>:/

i told them time and time again what that would do to their health, but would they listen?
NO.
damn pirates. -.-
but at least the bears were pleased.

From: Melancholy murderer.:
But what will the bears do now that their pirates are dead?

From: Tortilinie, Soul Salesman.:
they'll open a bakery.
and sell beautiful pastries out of a drivethru window.
also, in the summer, they'll bring out your food on roller skates.

From: Melancholy murderer.:
Hmmmmm… that sounds awfully familiar.

From: Tortilinie, Soul Salesman.:
you mean that summer we went to the drive in?
yeah.those weren't hairy men, those were bears.

that explains the hairs you found in your fries. =/

From: Melancholy murderer.:
I just don’t think bears are meant to be in the kitchen.

Then we had a long debate in english over this, but i can't remember what was said.
although, all of Draper's points were incorrect and WRONG.
therefore making mine right.
during our debate, this went from a joke to a heavily serious argument.
i am determined to defend the honor of the mentioned bears.
later....

From: Tortilinie, Soul Salesman.:
dude, they're SO meant to be.
like- macaroni and cheese.
it's magical.

From: Melancholy murderer.:
but there paws just aren't cooking shaped

From: Tortilinie, Soul Salesman.:
sure they are...
but sometimes they drop the pans of boiling water
and come home to their bear-families with third degree burns.

From: Melancholy murderer.:
That is just so sad and cute that I think I will just agree with you
I can see them shambling through the door, paws all bandaged
They flop down in their chair and are having second thoughts about there career as a cook
But their family reassures them and they feel a new appreciation at how they rely on those around them
But if their paws where meant for cooking they wouldn’t have burned themselves in the first place
So there

From: Tortilinie, Soul Salesman.:
NOW THEY MUST KILL YOU, DRAPER.


From: Melancholy murderer.:
well thats not nice
I pull out my bag of dice and roll a twelve
Summoning my magic carpet and flying away in a cloud of sparkles
HAHAHAHAHAHAH, you can't get me now


From: Tortilinie, Soul Salesman.:
D:
well, guess what?
i whip out my level 13 ice sword and spear you right through a tree.
what now?
>:D