You know the scene in The Muppet Movie (a certified American classic) where Doc Hopper is chasing after Kermit the Frog? Let me play it out for you (from IMDb):
[after Fozzie speeds off from the TV shop]
Doc Hopper: Max! Follow that frog!
[Max drives off leaving Doc Hopper behind]
Doc Hopper: [screaming] Max!
[Max stops and reverses the car]
Doc Hopper: Follow that frog with *me* in the car!
The humor in that scene is all about clarification. So let me clarify: When I implored you to bip someone, I wasn't talking about myself. "The Royal We" doesn't include, like, Thorzul, man.
Anyways, here's how I got bipped by Motherscratcher. Before getting to any cards, there was a note, presumably scrawled by a bunch of nihilists. Or maybe I should try to do a pencil rubbing on this paper to see if Jackie Treehorn scribbled a little porno sketch. Hopefully not.
Man, it looks like he called me out on that one. That creep can roll, man.
Upon retrieving the cards, I saw that I got Bo Bipped (or would that be "BOpped?")
That actually felt kind of good. At least as far a bipping goes.
To make matters worse, I also got "Carmelo-ed." On my fucking rug. Everything's a fucking travesty with you, man!
Well done, Motherscratcher. I applaud your effort, sir. Have a White Russian on me. I have intercepted some unscrambled signals, and I think a few more bippings are imminent.