Big Mammy Grillz's page

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Ah'll take a slice of that chocolate cake m'self!

Rowr!

Our chillun's be super strong and have the Abberant bloodline! Win win!

Dagnabbit! Zombeh's gone tharn agin! Someone fetch me some hippeh brains quick!

Durn goblin hippehs stealing mah pizza. Oughter give him one-a them thar Dragon Breath rounds in his warty skull.

*click click*

BLAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Durn theiving cave monkey! Come back here with mah pizza!

So whurz mah pizza!

Whars my possum and turnip pizza with extry cheese? I's been waiting nigh' on three hours! AN' I's hongry!

Eyes pizza girl speculatively

Might be we'uns can make do with some well-seasoned long pork fer dinner....

BLAM!!! BLAM!!! BLAM!!!

That durn gobbo's harder to git than the last pickle ina jar

BLAM!

Durn gobbo hippehs and pesky pothaids

*click click*

BLAM!!

aeglos wrote:

Kelsey MacAilbert wrote:

Guess who's having a s~$!ty morning. Go ahead.

is it Celestial Healer?

Ha!

You'd be right, but only because work has been way too busy.

Yew jes' need a good belly laugh Wingding!

Consairn hippeh is after meh virtue! GETTIM!

click click

BLAM

Lend mr that that ear hippeh! I'll use it in my jumbaliah!

Theys breed like rabbits. Dope smokin', Patchouli smellin', Daddy's trust fund spendin' rabbits.

Chicken butt

It do seem like that barn thar's become a nest fer vermin an' hippehs...

Who gots some flint an' tinder?

BLAM!!!!!!!!

Reckin them thar hippehs is a-running around smokin that thar mary-jew-wannna tonight. Mah cuzin Bubbahotep usedta smoke that thar stuff, then he'd listen to Azatoth songs on the Victrola. Crazy ol coot.

I gots mah leg iron fer any what wanna try

*click click*

They aint a-gonna git me!

Did I gettim?

Laws sakes that's one wrinkly old hippeh!

*click click*

BLAM!

Whatcho gunna shewt?

Mebbe. Mah brother-cousin Wilbur stays up in thet thar hayloft

Mebbe. I sees a pin feather over yonder

Naow the tricky part is gettin' the troll to shut up long enuff to have conjergral relashuns with the hippeh. And gettin' the hippeh to bathe so-as the troll will want to.

question fer ya Mammy... wat heppins when a troll and a hippee breeds??

Why ...Yewwin's get a Thanksgivin' dinner that jus' keeps regeneratin'!

Yew know ah do zombeh!

Brings out covered plate and thumps it down

This here hippeh's been brinin' for a day, then ah sliced his tattooed skin and rubbed chicken fat inta the holes to get him a mite juicier. Six hours at 4 hunnerd degrees and BAM!

Cackles madly

This'un will be the first at teh Occupy mah Belly rally!

hee hee!

Yew wanna carve us up a slice zombeh? I gots stuffin with little bits of brain in it fer yeh too!

Ah thinks he means that thar Dr Frankenfurter that lives in that old mansion back near Hooten Holler.

That doc sure does dress strange, kinda like my half uncle-cousin Blibdilpoop Jenkins. That ol' boy jes' aint right.

This'un aint my holler! What sorta sorc'ry yewwins up ta?

Ah'd lahk ta see Mammeh in a catwoman suit.

I did wear one Wingding, but folks kept a-thinkin' I wuz supposed to be a shoggoth.

Then someone mispronounced shoggoth as shaggoth and accidentally summoned the Eldritch Reptile Mr Jacobs to the hootenanny

Shew-whee that thar tentacled Dino-whatsit kin rip a cultist into bits in less time than ol' Grue kin chomp a rat! Best Samhain ritual evar!

Ah wuz visitin' some-a mah kin fer Samhain.

Durn hippehs! Outta My tater patch!

*bang*

Guess I gotta get the smoker ready and make us'n some hippeh jerky for the wintertime...

Problem is, they's all gone down to the big city and are a-protestin building some wall on a street or sumthin'. Ain't too many of the critters tryin' to steal corn outta the back forty these days. Gonna be a lean winter lessen theys come back sos weun's kin shewt 'em.

Rummages through the oddments

We got us the Book O' Shaboath an' a Hand O' Glory, Lessee...Some pages from Cultes Des Ghoules, candles made outta human baby fat, a Piltdown Man skull ....

Weel allrighty! We'uns gots a party right cheer!

Yew woundn't be one-a Obediah Pierce's get from up Innsmouth way would yeh? His kin did like their piratin'. We might have blood in common. If'n yew kin call that green muck Obed has running through his veins blood.

Someone say vittles?

brings out platter of breaded ovoid masses

Heers sum hippeh brains deep fried in lard with corn meal breadin! I calls 'em 'Hushhippehs'.

Come an' gettit!

Yewwins want me to make some pigeon pot pie with that thar hippeh burd?

Comes lumbering back

I's went to the barn, but no one tried to hit me.

Runs ponderously over to the side of the barn

Ayup

That thar be sum biiiiig skeeters! I betcha Tsathoggua'd have a hrad time eatin' one-a dem in a bite!

Mah Froggeye boy is all growed up! *snif*

Lookit his strong hind fins! He'll make his great-granpappy Dagon so proud when he visits Innsmouth for the Mayan Rites a year from next December...

Whips out a present

Here yeh go mah boy!

I's here zombeh. I wuz just poodle stomping a bit

I ain't cookin' two dinners.

And yewwins all look real silly with them goatees on yer sad pusses.

Weall eat up! What I gotta cut the hippeh up fer yewwins too?

I hits some nice stewed hippehs with taters and possum liver! Come am gettit!

I's in the kitchen!

Keebabs is ready! Come an' gettit!

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