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 Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 9:20 pm
Dost thou believe me to be a fool?
Thou have at least the tarantule.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 9:20 pm
That was a good one, dude!
Alas, poor lord of the elements am I.
I must admit aloud and sigh.
For alone, alone shall be.
The one and only me.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 9:26 pm
As a member of the robotic cloth, I simply must inquire,
If my habit I should quickly doff, for ball-room dance attire? surprised
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 9:28 pm
Father B.D. Robo Crush As a member of the robotic cloth, I simply must inquire, If my habit I should quickly doff, for ball-room dance attire? surprised
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 9:37 pm
Thanks. biggrin
Harley will surely to think me quite mad
when my dancing drops from "poor" to "bad".
I'll look like I fool if I try to dance.
Nothing in "The Robot" says "romance".
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 9:41 pm
Father B.D. Robo Crush As a member of the robotic cloth, I simply must inquire, If my habit I should quickly doff, for ball-room dance attire? surprised *impact webs*
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 9:45 pm
Foul creature, to have laid such web!
My patience for you starts to ebb!
Observe what wrath your thread has wrought!
You'd damn well wish you won't be caught! evil
*begins chasing Reilly around the room with eye-lasers and a flame thrower, swearing over and over again about the web on his dress*
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 9:55 pm
Father B.D. Robo Crush Foul creature, to have laid such web! My patience for you starts to ebb! Observe what wrath your thread has wrought! You'd damn well wish you won't be caught! evil *begins chasing Reilly around the room with eye-lasers and a flame thrower, swearing over and over again about the web on his dress* Now look, your evil metal man, fast become a pain in the can; your words and rage, they matter naught. Listen up! Prepare to be taught! *swings onto his shoulders and webs his face before springing off* Heeheehee! domokun
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 10:01 pm
Father B.D. Robo Crush As a member of the robotic cloth, I simply must inquire, If my habit I should quickly doff, for ball-room dance attire? surprised I shall my father soon to go and ask, Of your attire, since this be a masque-- *a shrill cry of JUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET~~! is heard* Alas, it seems I must away, My mother plans to speed the wedding day.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 10:04 pm
Fare thee well, dear Juliet.
Now my plans I must make set.
*clings to the ceiling and schemes*
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 10:05 pm
*uses the flamethrower to remove the web.* evil
Foul fleshy beast, your a** is mine,
On charred faux-spider my cat shall dine!
This robotic being's on the loose,
Get back here, Reilly, I'll cook your Goose!
*sets targeting system to calculate Reilly's speed and trajectory, and hits him with some laser shot as he lands on the ceiling*
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 10:09 pm
*falls to the floor*
Against your rhymes, there is not peer!
This simple fact is so austere.
I wave my flag, white as snow;
You beat me and put on a show!
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 10:10 pm
Tinya Wazzo I shall my father soon to go and ask, Of your attire, since this be a masque-- *a shrill cry of JUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET~~! is heard* Alas, it seems I must away, My mother plans to speed the wedding day. I thank thee for thy intercession. Sweet maid, go forth with expedition. *bows deeply*
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 10:44 pm
...*webs the Padre* Heeheehee! domokun
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 10:46 pm
Benjamin Reilly *falls to the floor* Against your rhymes, there is not peer! This simple fact is so austere. I wave my flag, white as snow; You beat me and put on a show! One such as thou should not have thought To challenge rhymes which I have wraught. But your surrender, forgiveness pleaded, Earns my acceptance, gladly ceded. 3nodding *is webbed* ...to thou my laundry bill's bequeathed . stare
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