Word Association

ribs - LOL! Okay... Yes, now I understand why you didn't mention it! It's painful even to think about. May I ask what you like about them? (Edit: Actually, you probably deserve a different rating for that post, so I've changed it. The shock is mainly for me... )

barbecue (They are really tasty! I grew up around many cattle ranches. My grandparents ran a bar. Sometimes they would have calf fries. People would drink a lot of beer and eat a lot of fried bull testicles. Yummiest things on earth, I'm telling you! lol)

chargrill - lol! Well, much respect to you. It's probably that initial thought of where they come from that is off-putting to me, I guess. If you were brought up on them, and they're delicious, good for you. I think the fact that your favourite food is bull testicles has just made the Chieftess' terror factor to the Whangdoodles multiply by 200x!

smoker (Oklahoma even has bull fry festivals. If we dedicate a festival to those tasty things, they must be good! lol Is there anything strange that you eat, Commodore?)

pipe - lol. I had read about the festivals - I remember seeing a photograph with the phrase "testy festy" on big letters on a sign - but thought it was more about making use of the oversupply of mountain oysters rather than them actually tasting good... I don't think there's anything so strange that I eat... I'm going through a list of my regular foods, but nothing that brings a tear to my eye at the mere thought, like that one does...

tobacco ("Testy festy" LoL! I've had soft shell turtle. I thought it was terrible. I also think caviar is terrible. You know, I don't think the Chieftess is very high society. I hope that doesn't exempt me from Whangdoodling!)

cigar - oh, most certainly not. If the image of you crunching on a bull fry makes me feel queasy, imagine the fear it will strike into the small, murky hearts of the Whangdoodles. They will practically be begging to be lassooed and defenestrated, provided there are no Whangdoodle fries as part of the equation.

Really? Turtle is terrible? I guess it's good (that it tastes bad), as turtles can take a long time to grow. I have tried caviar, and didn't really enjoy it either.

cigarillo (LoL! I can just see bunches of Whangdoodle fries in a big caldron type of thing being fried. The Whangdoodles would exit our solar system!

I'm glad I'm not the only one who doesn't like caviar. Maybe I'm not refined enough. Fortunately, the Chieftess doesn't have to worry about being high society or refined.)

cigarette - lol. What a great idea! I think you have discovered the secret of being free from the Whangdoodles forever. They will leave Whangdoodlia, and the terrifying memory of being at risk of having their most important/pain-sensitive parts fried up in a cauldron and served as a side-dish to hungry patrons alongside a burger and coke, millions of miles behind.

Whangdoodle fries shall be on the menu - next time. But don't worry about not being high society - someone in my profession is not considered high society either.

filter (You are so right. The Whangdoodles are sure to never return!

I'm elated to know that I'm in good company! Until next time!)

purify - we shall purify all Whangdoodlia of the nefarious Whangdoodles by means of our newest invention - a large cauldron-type device filled with oil, preceded by a small guillotine at the end of a conveyor, by which Whangdoodle fry bunches are procured from their Whangdoodle hosts.

Before this device has even been given a name and advertised in the local Whangdoodle times, our intelligence has reported vast plagues of Whangdoodles have been monitored contacting their local space agencies and requesting tickets to the moon or even further... A very promising start!

decontaminate - Well, I must say that I think congratulations are in order. Since our latest invention to decontaminate Whangdoodlia of all Whangdoodles, I haven't so much as heard or seen either sight or sound of Whangdoodle. Either the Whangdoodles have finally become extinct, or they have all made it to the moon and taken jobs working for Neil Armstrong's photographer, Stanley Kubrick...

Although there are whispers of something more sinister floating within the fetid sewers once flush with unharvested Whangdoodles... treasonous and cowardly allegations being made against the smashingest of heroes and heroines of the war of Greater Whangdoodlia... like an evil nemesis with all the sliminess of the Whangdoodles, but without the scales. If this is your experience, please be aware that you are in excellent company.

Also, High Command has issued you with a number of clocks. I don't know what their obsession with these is... Honestly, they're handing them out like they're trophies or something... ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰

I apologize in that I'm late to the party (guess I need to rack up more clocks.)

What, pray tell, is so beastly about these poor little WhangDoodles?

Do #WhangDoodleLivesNotMatter?!

Are they not an important part of the CC ecosystem?

sanitize - the Whangdoodles are only the third greatest evil ever to plague mankind, and to a lesser-but-more-direct-extent - Greater Whangdoodlia. Nefarious, wicked, evil creatures, with terrifying tentacles and an abominable diet, they breed like rabbits and devour like man-eating locusts. It was fortunate I bumped into the Chieftess of Defenestration, and we were able to develop a plan to eradicate these foul creatures before mankind was well and truly annihilated. A predecessor of ours, a French guy with a silly hat known to the Great Chieftess only as The Master, was apparently eaten by one after being distracted by getting into a heated debate about fashion.

These creatures definitely are *not* part of the CC ecosystem. Be very careful when dealing with them - or you'll end up like the French guy... In France, and clockless!!!!! ⏰ ⏰ ⏰

cleanse - The Chieftess suffered a most regrettable setback. I'm not sure if it was by a Whangdoodle or something worse, but she finally was able to unhand herself from the nefarious entity!

In some ways, I feel I suffered the same fate as The Master! Yet, here, I carry on...with my trophies/clocks!

sterilize - I think it must have been worse than a Whangdoodle, for it to be a most regrettable setback. Please accept my sincerest of condolences, and a dozen clocks. ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰ ⏰

This said, I'm pleased the Chieftess was able to finally unhand herself from this nefarious entity. May its tentacles wither and its ignoble face adorn someone's museum as a malformed, malnourished Whangdoodle exhibit.

I believe your fate was more noble than that of The Master, because unlike he, you actually defeated the Whangdoodles, and you are not French.

decominate - Yes, I'm a little foggy on what exactly happened, but I think I must have been a captive. I've no doubt that I need decominated now! If I were Catholic, they'd probably declare that I need exorcised!

It is most kind of you to offer your sincere condolences and all the smashing clocks! I feel that my setback was not all that bad, but for us brave souls thing usually work out in the end. After all, the Chieftess is here.

I'm thankful we have survived our ordeals and we sail the seas of victory...and certainly thankful to not be French! Oui!

decommunise - The Whangdoodles had indeed most savagely and cruelly taken you captive. As you deduce, they had presumed you were Catholic - most likely as you had crossed them one too many times, but I guess they could have mistaken your hooded lab coat for a nun's habit - and their religious leader had donned his ceremonial tentacle coverings and colour-coordinated implements of torture with which to perform the exorcision.

It was at that point the alarm clock sounded. Or at least the first of them, with many others to follow. It seems High Command had already started with its newest fad of awarding alarm clocks as trophies for bravery and smashingness, and you, naturally, had been honoured with a plethera of them. Thinking ahead as always, you had timed them all to go off at the critical point in the Whangdoodles' ceremony, and I can tell you by the looks on their betentacled faces that there were quite a number of unhappy Whangdoodles at the occasion. Enough even for many to rise up against the religious leader for his irreverence... obviously, if we'd given them the chance, which we didn't.

So when our forces raided the place and defenestrated those wicked Whangdoodles, it almost came as welcome relief for them. Almost...

And yes, I am thankful you survived your ordeals, and that the seven seas of certain victory are again open for sailing. And that you are not French. Oh là là!

dissolution (How masterly of you to remember all these details, including the lab coat! I must say, the Chieftess is going through a period of recovery after that sordid ordeal. Commodore, I'm thankful for your presence and that your wit never fails!

Their intentions were unthinkable. Hopefully, they didn't leave any odd markings like those alien abductees claim to have. Or worse, an implant!

As I was working on a project yesterday, I reached back into an area where I was working as I saw something. Well, it was a gun! And in good condition. I'm still finding treasures left behind by dad. Though I was apprehended in the most unsavory manner, as you most expertly described, I'm still finding myself armed. And then I heard the pack of coyotes start yipping and howling as if they were in celebration for me. This paragraph is all true!

I have to admit something. When I was in high school I took French. Actually, I didn't choose it. I was put into the class and since the alternative choices were lousy, I just stuck with it. Unfortunately, even though I was an honor student, I found that French class was the worst I ever did in school! Anytime the teacher would ask me something, I would reply, "Je ne sais pas!" So, when the vile beasties interrogated me during this recent ghastly ordeal, I responded in like manner, "Je ne sais pas!")

abolition - I can imagine. Fortunately, we managed to raid the place before the inscription process, thanks to your well-timed alarm clocks. But yeah, the whole Whangdoodle implanting process is what would have come next after the odd marking ritual. If you've ever heard of a movie called Aliens, the Whangdoodle implanting process is quite similar to that, but like one hundred times worse.

Sounds really bad... Except for the coyotes celebrating for you! Not sure I want to make light of this bit, given the terrible truth of the matter!

Lol. "Je ne sais pas!" I bet it doesn't sound like it looks. I think I learned a French poem once, but other than that, it might as well be Greek for all I can understand. This said, I do like and know the term "mon ami". 'Til next time, mon ami. (Lol, I just looked it up, and apparently, some Frenchie was saying the French don't actually use the term!)