Prompts a series of bad quaotational puns aka “filk filk.”
Such as the following:
“Why can’t I get just one filk, why can’t I get just one filk, guess it’s got something to do with luck…”
“Why don’t you take a flying filk at a rolling donut? Why don’t you just take a flying filk at the mooooon?”
I’ve a lovely Cthulhu Beatles parody up my sleeve for later and a bag of ice to purchase.
So you can all just filk off already.
Next major Silver Sea event to my knowledge will be Club Crawl. I’m in the process of recruiting some talent, god willing…