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Ladles out some possum and turnip stew.

"Mighty fine grits thar freeti."

No Hooty, that thar meet's 'possum, rotekilt, not Werewoof. Werewoof don't make no good stew nohow. Kobold now, betcha that thar meet tastes a lot like rotekilt Armadilla.

Takes a sip of her refilled mason jar and smacks her lips

"Now that 'shine is purt near as good as me ol' pappy used to make out back in the woods with his still."

It's rotekilet Werewoof, an' aged nicely too. Them thar auto-mo-beels do a right fine jobba tendurizin' da meet wit' thar tires.

**ringing the dinner bell**

Come an' gettit!

I Gots me a mess of possum and turnip stew on the stove for yew boahs. None for that hippeh lizard boah, he is jest plum craizy.

Thread Slaad wrote:

Thread vampire wrote:

MMMM baby mind flayer ... <Homer drool>

Baby Mind Flayer, the other white meat.

Leave the mind flayer alone, unless you want me to have a nice slaad with vampire ranch.

Vampire ranch dont work you yappin' hippy lizard boah. Ever try to ride a pony in da dark? Dem bloodsuckers light up like Roman Candles on the Fourth of Juu-Ly when dey try an' go riden in deh daytime.

Goldurn lizards don't got no sense these days I reckon.