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The Now Flying Dire Lemmings wrote:
Dragonborn3 wrote:
Callous Jack wrote:
Dragonborn3 wrote:
The Lemmings are my little flying army.. So Says Froggy President!
Say wha...? Yer stole the lemmings from thuh kobold?
I prefer the term liberated...
What you people talking about?
Goddamn lemmings....curse them!!!
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Did someone say lemmings? I am somewhat hungry...
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Larry Lichman wrote:
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Yoo hoo, Mr. Lichman! That nice kobold boy told me where I could find you...
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Ah don't rekolect ya, ma'am. Ah thenk ya got the wrong Lich.
(Thet Kobaldt Feller's gonna git it wen Ah fahnd him...)
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The Now Flying Dire Lemmings wrote:
Dragonborn3 wrote:
Callous Jack wrote:
Dragonborn3 wrote:
The Lemmings are my little flying army.. So Says Froggy President!
Say wha...? Yer stole the lemmings from thuh kobold?
I prefer the term liberated...
What you people talking about?
See the crimsom crime thread. you might not remember cause you hadn't evolved enough yet....
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Ah reckon so.
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Ayup.
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Larry Lichman wrote:
Ah don't rekolect ya, ma'am. Ah thenk ya got the wrong Lich.
(Thet Kobaldt Feller's gonna git it wen Ah fahnd him...)
*Me hides in the case of PBR in a hurry*
leds gettahellouttaher!
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Butterfrog wrote:
Larry Lichman wrote:
Ah don't rekolect ya, ma'am. Ah thenk ya got the wrong Lich.
(Thet Kobaldt Feller's gonna git it wen Ah fahnd him...)
*Me hides in the case of PBR in a hurry*
leds gettahellouttaher!
*Pulls a PBR out of the case and pop's the top.* "Hey who put a frog in my beer". "Mmmm buttery".
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Ayup
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Slurps her PBR
Bertha Lou yew still lich-crazy even in yer maturity. Try to have some dignity girl!
Hawks and spits a gob of phlegm off porch
Who stole my corn likker jug?
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Ah'm gessin it wuz thet lizerd fella.
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Ah reckon so.
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*crawls out of the PBR case totaaly wasted....*
Ayhic!!!....up...
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Larry Lichman wrote:
Ah don't rekolect ya, ma'am. Ah thenk ya got the wrong Lich.
(Thet Kobaldt Feller's gonna git it wen Ah fahnd him...)
.......
....gotta go!
*Leaps on Lemming's back and rides off into the sun...
*Rides back, yelling "Hot! Hot!"*
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HA!
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ayyup.
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BEER RUN! Who wants ta chip in?
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Yew got me cuvvert? I git mah check nex waik.
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I caint chip in fer the beer, alls I got left in the cookie jar is some old Confederate bills my Granpappy lef' me. Yew cain try to trade somea my pickled turnips at the general store.
Points to a table laden with Mason jars containing purple roots in a cloudy liquid.
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Gimmie a shovel, I'll make a withdrawal from my savings.
*Mumbling to myself* "now where’d I bury that coffee can".
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ayup.
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Oh Mr. LichMAAaaaaan! Could you be a dear and get me a beer too?
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Enybuddy got more BBQ? Ah'm starvin.
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<scuttles in and pases Aberzombie more BBQ sauce with extra-hot chilli peppers>
<fills the tankard of Sebastian's Mother with more beer>
<scuttles out again, before the poetry recitation can start>
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Uhm drankin thet turnup juse.
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ayup.
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Seem heathy its posting on every thread tonight...
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Tonight?
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Thankee lil' lizard boy. I needed that.
slurps freshened PBR
Ahm kinda hongry too. Froggy! Yew ever finish carvin' up that thar chan-go-tay? Mr. Aberzombie wants some Bigfoot brisket.
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Thankee kindlee, ma'm. Ayup.
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Loves me sum brisket!
*passes PBR around*
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Ah reckon so.
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Kobaldt, yer luckee Ah'm in a gud mood. Othawize, Ah'd hafta beat ya down affer yeh sicced thet wummin-thang on meh.
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Larry Lichman wrote:
Kobaldt, yer luckee Ah'm in a gud mood. Othawize, Ah'd hafta beat ya down affer yeh sicced thet wummin-thang on meh.
Oh, you say the silliest things! C'mere and give me a big hug!
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Ayup
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Sebastian's Mother wrote:
Larry Lichman wrote:
Kobaldt, yer luckee Ah'm in a gud mood. Othawize, Ah'd hafta beat ya down affer yeh sicced thet wummin-thang on meh.
Oh, you say the silliest things! C'mere and give me a big hug!
Git theh Hayell awah frum muh husbund, yew husseh!
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Uh-oh. It's theh missiz.
*ducks for cover*
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Daing.
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Thet Gary, he's uh rascal.
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Crossbows out! Attack!
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dighty'o ma! I go git zum changote for ya
*grabs a wooden spoon and goes hunting for changote for ma'*
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Mrs. Lichman wrote:
Git theh Hayell awah frum muh husbund, yew husseh!
Take a step back, ya cheap tramp! That's my man!
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OOOOOO ...... Catfight!
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Thar goes the chang-go-tay Froggy! Gettim!
Aims Sarajuana at the smelly primate
*******BOOOOOOOM!!!*******
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Ayup.
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Ah reckon so.
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Evil Monkey wrote:
OOOOOO ...... Catfight!
Really?
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Evil Monkey wrote:
OOOOOO ...... Catfight!
Fight over, I win!
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