OOT-E-POC

From thox.
"Fellow members of the honorable Order of the Endless Pits of Challemby, I welcome you to the periodic meeting of souls. If you recall last time, our first gathering, we chartered the OOT-E-POC, and achieved full agreement on the holy color of our representation of honor, Blue, or anything sorta blue enough. New business; we have Honored Brother Steve, who's got a microphone hooked up to his Shuffle and wired that into his mom's boombox so we can preserve proceedings digitally. Whoot Whoot Brother Steve."
"Whoot Whoot Brother Steve."
"Order. More new business, I made staffs for us all, we have an extra for whoever we can get to be keeper of the sacred stones, so all five staves, staffs, um sticks are here. Whoot Whoot Brother Me."
"Whoot Whoot Brother Terry."
"Order. On to furture business. We need to think up or find some sacred stones. Once we hire a keeper of the sacred stones, he'll need a job. Also, if anyone can think of a better meeting place than Honored Brother Steve's Respectable Mom's basement, we need submissions and logistical ideas by next time, since Steve's mom is getting a little creeped out. That'll wrap it up. MAHCHENNAH OOT-E-POC!"
"MAHCHENNAH OOT-E-POC!!"