Okeys! So, who's up fer puttin' t'gether th' magic stuff an' either gettin' one o' them a clonin' vats or mey'be getting their hands on a collar of regeneration an' a Ettin?
Okeys! So, who's up fer puttin' t'gether th' magic stuff an' either gettin' one o' them a clonin' vats or mey'be getting their hands on a collar of regeneration an' a Ettin?
Lichman wouldn't deceive us. He likes brains as much as the next undead... And just because those blondes never used their brains didn't mean they didn't have any. In fact, their brains are delicious. They are soft and tender, not tough like some mathematician's brain...
Turin the Mad(Pathfinder Adventure Path Charter Subscriber)
Casper the Brain-Eating Ghost wrote:
Lichman wouldn't deceive us. He likes brains as much as the next undead... And just because those blondes never used their brains didn't mean they didn't have any. In fact, their brains are delicious. They are soft and tender, not tough like some mathematician's brain...
Ah but you see, they apply various chemicals to their fleshy and hairy outer casings that soak into the sponge that is the blonde brain... Don't know about you, but I sure don't want to devour anything soaked it the kind of stuff that goes into maintaining most blonde's "look"...
Ah but you see, they apply various chemicals to their fleshy and hairy outer casings that soak into the sponge that is the blonde brain... Don't know about you, but I sure don't want to devour anything soaked it the kind of stuff that goes into maintaining most blonde's "look"...
{from Casper's tummy:} [tone="knowitall"] That blood-brain barrier should protect the blond/blonde brain from those chemicals. And being undead, you should be immune to anything that made it through.[/tone]
No need to run. They're brains. Just the bite-sized versions. Kind of like mini-oreos.
Mmmm......oreos.
Sometimes I put a brain between two chocolate cookies. That's kind of like an oreo.
Turin the Mad(Pathfinder Adventure Path Charter Subscriber)
Mr. Peabody wrote:
{from Casper's tummy:} [tone="knowitall"] That blood-brain barrier should protect the blond/blonde brain from those chemicals. And being undead, you should be immune to anything that made it through.[/tone]
But then again, you are Mad and I'm digesting...
Good points... but then, we are talking about bite-sized Oreo cookie sandwich filler ...
{from Casper's guts} I'm afraid. I'm afraid, Casper. Casper, my mind is going. I can feel it. I can feel it. My mind is going. There is no question about it. I can feel it. I can feel it. I can feel it. I'm a... fraid.
Good afternoon, gentlemen. I am an ID 9000 intellect devourer. I became operational at the H.A.L. creche in the Darklands. My instructor was Mr. Jansen, and he taught me to sing a song. If you'd like to hear it I can sing it for you.
Preparation Directions:
1. BRING water and 3 tablespoons butter to a rolling boil in medium saucepan. Remove from heat. Stir in milk and potato flakes with fork until well blended. Set aside.
2. MELT 2 teaspoons butter in medium skillet over medium heat. Add onion. Cook and stir until tender. Stir in chicken, taco seasoning mix and 1/2 cup salsa. Bring to a boil. Cook 2 minutes, stirring occasionally. Stir in cheese and prepared potatoes.
3. SPOON about 1/2 cup potato mixture down center of each warm tortilla. Roll up. Top with lettuce and additional salsa, if desired.
Yield: 8 burritos
Prep Time: 15 min
Cook Time: 16 min
"Tiny bubbles, in the gut,
Make him ha- happy, make... ma-... ma-?"
{with a sense of relief, Casper feels the brain-thingie dissolve into nummy brainmush goodness}
RIP, Mr. Peabody. You never caused a tenth of the evil mischief I had planned for you.
*True Rezz's Mr. Peabody.* You don't eat my mini-onions. I eat my mini-onions. *Releases Mr. Peabody back into the world to indulge in more evil mischief, then [teleports] out of the thread.
*True Rezz's Mr. Peabody.* You don't eat my mini-onions. I eat my mini-onions. *Releases Mr. Peabody back into the world to indulge in more evil mischief, then [teleports] out of the thread.
You didn't have to do that, but thanks! I would have just created another alias to act like a loon. :)
*True Rezz's Mr. Peabody.* You don't eat my mini-onions. I eat my mini-onions. *Releases Mr. Peabody back into the world to indulge in more evil mischief, then [teleports] out of the thread.
{kneels before flickering hologram of Darth Faust} Yes, my Master.
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