In walks a Slaad, wearing a poncho, a sombrero, and carrying two large twin pistols. He points and sprays the cult in a thick layer of nacho cheese sauce.
Compliments from south of the boarder.
A team of three chihuahuas drag in a six pack of Modelo, they pee on some furniture, then leave quickly. He surveys the cheesy mess, then turns and leaves.
Select the whiskey type and press the little button thingy by the bar. Fresh cream. The mansion's automated these days.
"Press the button, right. Where the hell is everybody? And why is there so much dried nacho cheese all over the clubhouse. I can't lick this off my fur."
Select the whiskey type and press the little button thingy by the bar. Fresh cream. The mansion's automated these days.
"Press the button, right. Where the hell is everybody? And why is there so much dried nacho cheese all over the clubhouse. I can't lick this off my fur."
There's this creepy nacho slaad thing running around hosing everything with cheese. It's pretty good when it's fresh. We have plenty of chips.
Select the whiskey type and press the little button thingy by the bar. Fresh cream. The mansion's automated these days.
"Press the button, right. Where the hell is everybody? And why is there so much dried nacho cheese all over the clubhouse. I can't lick this off my fur."
There's this creepy nacho slaad thing running around hosing everything with cheese. It's pretty good when it's fresh. We have plenty of chips.
People and their food fetishes, Sheesh. At least he didn't use the refried beans. The gas alone would have put me out of the clubhouse. Hey, pass me some chips.
Select the whiskey type and press the little button thingy by the bar. Fresh cream. The mansion's automated these days.
"Press the button, right. Where the hell is everybody? And why is there so much dried nacho cheese all over the clubhouse. I can't lick this off my fur."
There's this creepy nacho slaad thing running around hosing everything with cheese. It's pretty good when it's fresh. We have plenty of chips.
People and their food fetishes, Sheesh. At least he didn't use the refried beans. The gas alone would have put me out of the clubhouse. Hey, pass me some chips.
Slides over a large bowl of chips.
Happy to share. I thought I'd have to eat my way out of this mess alone.
I have the perfect man for the job. Picks up cell phone, dials numbers, ring, beep, ring, beep, Ya you now where its at? Your already there. Go, drown them to your heart's content. Hangs up.
Fellow Jacks, the situation in temple of lust is about to get cheesy.
I have the perfect man for the job. Picks up cell phone, dials numbers, ring, beep, ring, beep, Ya you now where its at? Your already there. Go, drown them to your heart's content. Hangs up.
Fellow Jacks, the situation in temple of lust is about to get cheesy.
So who's dressing up for Halloween? We need to have a toga party!
*wakes up from last saturday's party*
Urgh...well, I went as uncle feter... beign a robot/golem made it real easy to light the bulb in the mouth
Dude, at least it wasn't in your butt. That would have been a neat trick on Halloween.
You must have left the party early. That trick was the highlight of the night (in many ways) thou it wasn't so much fun when the buld blew up... It still itches