Emma: The same reason I'm not allowed into the NYSE.

*pouts* But I'm good at it! *becomes Scott, starts strutting around officiously*

Exactly. Too good, I believe.

Thaaaaaat's him!

Except for the brain, of course.

*eyes Emma* Not sure if that's a compliment or insult....

MY BRAIN IS JUST AS GOOD AT SCOOTERS'!

(Mun: apparently he's doing silly-tantrums...)

I'm not so sure. . . after all, you're amused by a lava lamp for hours.

*pouts* Couldn't it be my brain is so awesome it only looks like I'm staring at a lava lamp as it computes awesomeness?

Plus, I have a kinship to lava lamps. Amorphous and there to entertain.

I've heard students ask the same thing after parties. You're on level with inebriated teenagers, darling.

If you ask any one around the mansion, I'm stuck on that level, ma'am.

That's why I typically avoid such tedious tasks.

Mm, good point. But my way, I can hear their gossip without the please-shut-up-your-stupidity-is-giving-me-a-headache you suffer.

But my way's more efficient. And it does give me a headache. How can they be so incredibly stupid?

It's the hormones, hon. Perish the thought, but at some point we were just as raving imbecilic. We got over it.

I never once attempted to down my weight in cheap beer for the amusement of others. I don't see what hormones have to do with that.

Didn't you try dying your hair any other color from blond once?

And that example is because of the testosterone. I'd rather you never had that urge.

It was red, briefly. It looked rather terrible. I don't think any of the adults have done that, either.

with the possible exception of Warren, who's a terrible lush.

Well he's a featherweight. Bobby always puts rocks in the drinks and Hank won't give you the drink until he's precisely measured it out.

Or he cackles and it smokes.

Bobby at least is handy to have while drinking. I like a lot of ice.

Yeah yeah. But it kills the aromatics. Whiskey is always straight up, two or three fingers.

Eh. I'm not much for hard alcohol, anyway. I have better things to do than get sloppy drunk.

Ugh, no one is allowed near hard liquor to get sloppy drunk. PBR and MGD should do them fine.

Perish the thought. I might die if I were limited to beer all the time.

Hah, I'd like to see the poor schmuck that tries to deny you your poison. Probably end up believing himself a pumpkin or something.

Or Robin Williams. It would give you someone with your energy level to talk to.

That'd be fun!

Hmmm. . . perhaps you should dare someone to do that, then.

:3 Mwahahahah!