The Sad Fate of the Fraggles

As often happens when I'm supposed to be doing something productive, my mind wanders off. Thanks to instant messaging, when my mind wanders it is able to meet up with other, similarly bored minds and they can romp and play together. The following conversation between Ray and I few weeks back really shows just how bad this sort of thing can turn out. Oh, and in the future I promise to try and post something more often than every 4 months. Incidentally, I now have 80 days of unmarried life left.

(NOTE: I know I screwed up at least one of the Fraggle names. Feel free to correct me if you want to be a total dick).

Dave: Ok, so picture this
Ray: ok .. in picture this mode ...
Dave: you're on the set of Fraggle Rock
Ray: gotcha ...
Ray: so ... i'm eating doozer bridges with impunity? ...
Dave: it's late, tensions on the the set are high as they record the intro song for the 100th time
Dave: Wembley has had enough, he's ready to go home, and the director just yelled at him, so he's in an exceptionally bad mood
Dave: as the theme song ends and the camera cuts to him, he takes the opportunity to replace his finishing line "Down in Fraggle Rock" by looking at the director and screaming "Suck my Fraggle cock!!!"
Ray: at which point jim henson flies into a homicidal rage, killing several doozers on his mad romp across the set to deliver a severe beat down on wembley ...
Ray: meanwhile boober slips off to the dressing room to drown his sorrows in a fifth of jack and several pounds of radishes ... eventually hanging himself due to his deep, severe, unchecked and often ignored depression ...
Ray: eventually wembley bleeds out on set ... due to the fact that the paramedics fail to fit down the fraggle hole
Dave: The show goes bust, and Fraggles fill the unemployment offices. The economy dries up. Gorg carcases line the streets
Dave: It's impossible to go out at night; Sprocket controls the streets now. With the old man now just a pile of bleached bones, he has developed a taste for Fraggle meat
Ray: Uncle Traveling Matt, who had been considered "In the wind", was found dead later that week, in what can only be described as a doozer deal gone bad.
Dave: With Wembley dead, thieves raided his stash of Woopie Water, and began a savage bootlegging operation
Ray: As the woopie water bootlegging operation continued to gain in size, so too did the fraggle sex trade. As lawlessness continued to run rampant, Mokey and Red were sold into sexual muppet slavery.
Dave: Hardened by a life of bootlegging, famine and sloppy muppet blowjobs, Gobo emerges as king of their subterranian hell
Ray: submachine gun in hand, gobo makes he last stand against the federal pig dogs, shucking off his mortal coil in a hail of gunfire and profanity.

I'm guessing this is a pretty accurate picture of how it all went down.