Braaaaiiiinnnnnnnsss!!!

I'm not saying much about the quality of those brains, however. Mine's in the special state bordering between 'extra-crispy' and 'completely fried'.

With Chipotle flavoring?

Mmmm.....chipotle.

Lathiira wrote:

I'm not saying much about the quality of those brains, however. Mine's in the special state bordering between 'extra-crispy' and 'completely fried'.

With Chipotle flavoring?

Actually, with A-1 steak sauce and a dash of Worcestershire sauce.

Mmmmm... Worssus... Wusest... Wustcher...

Mmmmm... Sauce.

Blah blah blah

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George the Rabbit wrote:

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*Sneaks up behind the poodle, ties an 'Acme' brand stick of TnT to his tail then jumps back into the briar patch as the TnT Blows up the poodle.*

"Ain't I a stinker."

....a dash of Worcestershire sauce.

Mmmm....Worcestershire.

Hey, whats going on around here? Looks like you have a large pile of brains over there.

Look, theres the Goodyear Blimp and it says "Ice Cubes a pimp"!

||grabs brainsnack||

Here's some mood music.

Got me a new load a'unused brains. This time, it's from a bunch of corrupt New Jersey folks. There's more'n 40 of 'em!

Eat up!

Mmmmm... Braaaaiiinnnnsss...

Callous Jack wrote:

Lathiira wrote:

I'm not saying much about the quality of those brains, however. Mine's in the special state bordering between 'extra-crispy' and 'completely fried'.

With Chipotle flavoring?

Actually, with A-1 steak sauce and a dash of Worcestershire sauce.

Tabasco. Or perhaps a bit of picante. Thick and chunky is best.

Mmmmm... Braaaaiiinnnnsss...

{Psionic Teleports into thread} Ah, here's a nice quiet demi-plane filled with nice quiet undead.

Now I can plot reven- {noticing several zombies drooling at him} what? Have I got a piece of kobold stuck in my teeth again?

Casper the Brain-Eating Ghost wrote:

Mmmmm... Braaaaiiinnnnsss...

{Psionic Teleports into thread} Ah, here's a nice quiet demi-plane filled with nice quiet undead.

Now I can plot reven- {noticing several zombies drooling at him} what? Have I got a piece of kobold stuck in my teeth again?

BRAAAIIINNNSSS!!!!!!!

When I was in school the meat company had a sale every year. Back to school sale Brains 25% off Every year. They were located right across from the high school. Always got a kick out of that. Wish I had taken a picture, they have since closed that plant.

BRAAAIIINNNSSS!!!!!!!

{bashfully} Oh shucks, yes, I am rather clever... but I try to be modest about it {completely oblivious to danger shuffling ever closer...}

*licks the walking brain*

*licks the walking brain*

Oh my, you are a friendly bunch. I wonder why you undead get such a bad rap? {still oblivious}

Oh my, you are a friendly bunch. I wonder why you undead get such a bad rap? {still oblivious}

{starts unpacking small bag of holding} Oh dear, in my haste in packing, I accidently broke all these bottles. {he is now completely covered in catsup, worcestershire sauce, and other tasty condiments}

I say, Mr. Casper chap, could you assist me here?

Mr. Peabody wrote:

Oh my, you are a friendly bunch. I wonder why you undead get such a bad rap? {still oblivious}

{starts unpacking small bag of holding} Oh dear, in my haste in packing, I accidently broke all these bottles. {he is now completely covered in catsup, worcestershire sauce, and other tasty condiments}

I say, Mr. Casper chap, could you assist me here?

I might just have to stat up an intellect devourer with your moniker in my own campaign(s) thanks to you Mr. Peabody. ^_^

I might just have to stat up an intellect devourer with your moniker in my own campaign(s) thanks to you Mr. Peabody. ^_^

GM: You hear some rustling in the brush ahead. Suddenly, a small skinny pre-teen boy with glasses and dressed in filthy scraps stumbles out. He collapses exhausted at the feet of the party.

"Did- did I get away? Are the slavers still following me?" he gasps out. "Can I stay with you all for a little while? I promise I won't be any trouble... I'm not a thief and I'll be happy to do any chores you might need." He looks up tiredly, his eyes sunken and cheeks hollow from hunger. "My name is Sherman." he offers with a weak smile.

MWAH-HA-HA-HA-HA...

Mr. Peabody wrote:

Oh my, you are a friendly bunch. I wonder why you undead get such a bad rap? {still oblivious}

{starts unpacking small bag of holding} Oh dear, in my haste in packing, I accidently broke all these bottles. {he is now completely covered in catsup, worcestershire sauce, and other tasty condiments}

I say, Mr. Casper chap, could you assist me here?

Must... Save... for... Aberzombie...

Mmmm... He won't notice one little bite...

Just a little bite...

Must... Save... for... Aberzombie...

Mmmm... He won't notice one little bite...

Just a little bite...

{shudders a little as his head (exo-brain? torso?... I'm vague on intellect devourer anatomy) is nibbled} Durrrrrrrrr... {drools a little} what happened? Who am I? Who are you?

Casper the Brain-Eating Ghost wrote:

Must... Save... for... Aberzombie...

Mmmm... He won't notice one little bite...

Just a little bite...

{shudders a little as his head (exo-brain? torso?... I'm vague on intellect devourer anatomy) is nibbled} Durrrrrrrrr... what happened? Who am I? Who are you?

Sorry... must just the draft you felt...

Mmmmm... so delicious...

Durrrrrrrrr... {drools a little} what happened? Who am I? Who are you?

This evening, the part of Mr. Peabody will be played by Ray Liotta.

Casper the Brain-Eating Ghost wrote:

Must... Save... for... Aberzombie...

Mmmm... He won't notice one little bite...

Just a little bite...

{shudders a little as his head (exo-brain? torso?... I'm vague on intellect devourer anatomy) is nibbled} Durrrrrrrrr... {drools a little} what happened? Who am I? Who are you?

Looks like the intellect devourer's intellect is being devoured...

Mmmmmmm......BRAINNNNNSSSSSS

BRAINS!!!

BRAINS!!!

Mmmm... He won't notice one little bite...

Hey! WTF! Someone took a bite out of this brain!

Mine has stopped functioning so well. Someone please rid me of this thing!

Mine has stopped functioning so well. Someone please rid me of this thing!

OK

*begins gnawing on Kyle Baird's skull*

My brain is trying to kill me... it makes me work insane hours, won't let me sleep or eat properly, gets me into stressful situations dealing with normal people, and tries to convince me that gaming is too expensive and takes too much time away from working myself to death...

Please take this brain from me so I can replace it with one that picks the right lotto numbers so I can spend the remainder of my life blowing huge wads of cash and time on nothing but gaming.

My brain is trying to kill me... it makes me work insane hours, won't let me sleep or eat properly, gets me into stressful situations dealing with normal people, and tries to convince me that gaming is too expensive and takes too much time away from working myself to death...

Please take this brain from me so I can replace it with one that picks the right lotto numbers so I can spend the remainder of my life blowing huge wads of cash and time on nothing but gaming.

OK, but I'm busy gnawing on this Baird guy's skull at the moment. I'll have to get to you in a bit.

Michael Donovan wrote:

My brain is trying to kill me... it makes me work insane hours...

OK, but I'm busy gnawing on this Baird guy's skull at the moment. I'll have to get to you in a bit.

That's fine ... my brain is currently distracted with work, as usual - yes, even on Saturday morning - so it should be easy for you to sneak up and dig in when you get around to it. Thanks :)

Casper the Brain-Eating Ghost wrote:

Mmmm... He won't notice one little bite...

Hey! WTF! Someone took a bite out of this brain!

Well, if you don't want it now...

*eats the rest of Mr. Peabody*

Casper the Brain-Eating Ghost wrote:

Mmmm... He won't notice one little bite...

Hey! WTF! Someone took a bite out of this brain!

BRAINS!!!

My brain is trying to kill me... it makes me work insane hours, won't let me sleep or eat properly, gets me into stressful situations dealing with normal people, and tries to convince me that gaming is too expensive and takes too much time away from working myself to death...

Please take this brain from me so I can replace it with one that picks the right lotto numbers so I can spend the remainder of my life blowing huge wads of cash and time on nothing but gaming.

BRAINS!!!

Aberzombie wrote:

Michael Donovan wrote:

My brain is trying to kill me... it makes me work insane hours...

OK, but I'm busy gnawing on this Baird guy's skull at the moment. I'll have to get to you in a bit.

That's fine ... my brain is currently distracted with work, as usual - yes, even on Saturday morning - so it should be easy for you to sneak up and dig in when you get around to it. Thanks :)

BRAINS!!!

Well, if you don't want it now...

*eats the rest of Mr. Peabody*

{starts singing ala Sinatra:}

"And you've got me under your skin
You've got me deep in the gut of you
So deep in your GI tract, that I'm really a part of you
You've got me under your skin..."

Rooty-too-toot, New York, New York!

Casper the Brain-Eating Ghost wrote:

Well, if you don't want it now...

*eats the rest of Mr. Peabody*

{starts singing ala Sinatra:}

"And you've got me under your skin
You've got me deep in the gut of you
So deep in your GI tract, that I'm really a part of you
You've got me under your skin..."

Rooty-too-toot, New York, New York!

Meh. My stomach is making all kinds of noises...

... Plants some Sunflowers ...

Mmmm.....brainnnssss

*drools*

*drools*

*Hands Casper a napkin*

Meh. My stomach is making all kinds of noises...

{starts singing ala Sammy Davis Jr.:}

"Who can take a sunrise
Sprinkle it in dew
Cover it in chocolate
and a miracle or two?

The candyman
The candyman can
The candyman can cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good..."

Casper the Brain-Eating Ghost wrote:

Meh. My stomach is making all kinds of noises...

{starts singing ala Sammy Davis Jr.:}

"Who can take a sunrise
Sprinkle it in dew
Cover it in chocolate
and a miracle or two?

The candyman
The candyman can
The candyman can cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good..."

Did anybody else hear that?

I'm telling you, it's that brain I ate...

Did anybody else hear that?

I'm telling you, it's that brain I ate...

I told you..."Always check the date on something before you eat it."

Hmm. Last thing I ate had a date of 1725...