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 Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2005 5:05 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2005 5:06 pm
We're skirt brothers, *pulls some haggis out of his pocket* and I'm Scottish!!
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2005 5:53 pm
ah well... im russian, were just as strong, just as cheap, have the same love for getting tanked and throwing around random heavy objects, the only REALY diffrences are the accent, and the fasion...and i still hate you twi...
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2005 5:54 pm
Yeah, and Scottish peeps have haggis and the Loch Ness Monster.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2005 5:55 pm
we have vampires and the Napolionic Curse
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2005 5:55 pm
Hmm. What do we have here? A gathering of skirted fellows? Heh. You both are wearing skirts with no pants underneath? Kilts they call them? Heh. I much prefer my type of lower body clothing much more.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2005 5:57 pm
screw off pants boy... *wacks him with fluffy...((thats my +5 comicaly oversized mallet of gnome smashing if you havent been tuned in latley))*
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2005 6:01 pm
~Side steps the mallet with ease and speed and lunges his hand for Inaluke's throat.~
Watch who you are telling to screw off...Child! You may wind up dead some day with a careless tongue like that.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2005 6:02 pm
Take this!! *throws flaming haggis at pants man's face*
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2005 6:03 pm
dude, this ish a battle of comedic proportions, hence the comicaly oversize mallet, and the flaming haggus, now calm down, chillaxe, and make the attacks funny...
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2005 6:05 pm
Heh heh. Funny? Okay.
~Fires a thin beam of liquid fire at the bag of haggis, causing it to explode in an eruption of dead babies.~
Funny enough? No?
~Pointing his finger at Inaluke then, he fired another beam of fire, this one, if it were to hit, would make the targeted man inflate like a balloon.~
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2005 6:11 pm
No one can withstand the force of me bagpipes!! *puts in earplugs and starts playing a bagpipe horribly*
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2005 6:12 pm
*beam passes through inaluke and inflates a squirrl behind him*
no, one, dead babies isent funny... deforemd squist *points to inflated squirll* is, two you dont chose the effect of beam attacks your opponent dose, and 3!!! it has to be random... like me slapping you with a trout... oh, talking about trout slapping *slaps formal with a trout* a beam of fire is not random, a beam of red jello is though, think goofy
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2005 6:30 pm
well, i have never believed in letting my opponent choose the effect of my attack. doing that would cause endless mayhem in that most noobish god moders would decide to make it something stupid and harmless or fitting their benefit. but as for random. you have just invoked the random master. i need not do acts of randomness, for my words shall be more than enough to squelch your childish desires. now behold!
so you say that babies are not funny but that deformed squirells are? you are truly unedumacated my dear friend for i am the random master of googleblasphamara which is in the land of humorous-titilus and i reside in the house of pius-graphiticus and spend my days lounging and eatting ramen AND GOD DAMN IT THERE GOES THE SPOON AGAIN! WHY MUST IT RANT AND RAMBLE SO? WHY MUST IT TORMENT ME WITH ITS WEAVING WAYS OF WEAVING TAPESTRY AFTER TAPESTRY IN THE MAZE OF ITS OWN DEVILISH MINDED FOOLERY and so i went to the store to get some BACON and i encountered a little elf that had lost its way so i told him to go buy some fruit juice but he came back with some hay so to that i said "nay nay, that is not the way..." and then proceeded to show him how to thread the hay into the teeth of a sickly bay, in which a diseased turnip lay within its tortured belly, ever since last may. now you ask me, and you ask me well, what does this all have to do with the explanation of hell? well come closer for i shall tell you, just how Auntie M fell to the bottom of the well. you see, it was a sunny day in stockholm, but little did anyone know that a huge TROLL WAS COMING TO GOBBLE UP THE CHILDREN IN THEIR SLEEP AND NEVER LET THEIR LITTLE FEETSIES TOUCH THE CALMLY CALM SOIL EVER AGAIN and so i leave you now, with this final phrase, so please never forget it, and mark it well: tibble and tobble all the way to the hobble, please never step across the bobble.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2005 6:34 pm
you forgot the part about the gnomes, and the random act of violence commiteed by rageing mutated marshmellows
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