But we couldnt find any rotten eggs in the government, or in Denmark, as Hamlet had killed everyone there and that Fortenbraas dude cleaned it all up. We'll be examining that story in our cover-ups exposed edition.
So for now you'll have to settle with the question of whether or not Icey is saucey. Let's interview a section of the populace:
J M: J M Hoffman here for Chefelf 5 news. Today we're asking ordinary board members whether or not Icey is saucey. Your thoughts?
Rhubarb: um
J M: yes?
J M: there you have it folks, the words of a true Icey expert
Rhubarb: i'm not really a board member anymore though
J M: former board member turned political exile Rhubarb lends her opinion
Rhubarb: heh
J M: goodnight, and god speed
Rhubarb: night
Clearly Rhubarb had been run out of the forums by Icey's regime when she made the revelation that he was saucey. But to prove that I'd need more information. I'd need to harass Slade...
J M: J M Hoffman here for Chefelf 5 news. Today's story is Is Icet Saucey? Your thoughts sir?
Slade: That is a difficult question to answer properly... I believe that one must use Newton's Third Law of Firing Nerf Guns in conjunction with Planck's Constant Griping formula on a measurement of Icet obtained via an Improbability Drive.
J M: so you want to shove a thermometer up his arse?
Slade: That sounds like a plan.,
J M: and if he is too hot, then it will be clear that he is saucey. Brilliant\
Slade: Well, I do have seventy PHDs...
J M: I'd get that checked out if I were you, PHDs can lead to ADD and we all know that's the virus that causes AIDS
Slade: No, that's APHDs, not PHDs.
J M: Penile Hypodermal Dictotomy?
As you can see, Slade seems to think we need more research on the subject. Also, watch out! He may attempt to shove things up your ass and infect you with one of his many PHDs. I wanted to talk to a noted expert on Slade's sexual habits to try to delve deeper into this mystery. However, no local prostitutes were available who would comment on Slade's sexual habits, due to suspicion that he may be Jack The Ripper. But that's a whole other investigative report. Failing that I talked to Slade's girlfriend.
J M: ooooh bedd-dia, my home and native land
S G: estee efu
J M: etufee
J M: remoulade!
J M: ratatouille!
J M: bernaise!
J M: holandaise!
J M: mayonaise!
J M: bordeaux!
J M: dijon!
S G: je pense que tu sais pas que to dit
S G: *tu
J M: I do too!
Slade's girlfriend clearly provided the final piece of the puzzle, but it was in French, and all I could figure out was that I do too exclamation point. So, until the ancient and archaic language of France can be deciphered, the world may never know whether Icey is saucey, or, if we do, we will not be able to gauge just how saucey he is. Until someone invents a sauceyness scale. Then we will know how saucey he is.
This post has been edited by J m HofMarN: 24 November 2005 - 01:51 AM