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I'm ready to press the red button!


<Drops a blitz bomb>


What is the sound of one bear crapping?


Lord President Moorluck wrote:
taig wrote:
Moorluck wrote:
SO I wonder what it was that Gary told Sara Marie about us?
It's probably best we don't know...
You're probably right. Do me a favor and blow up Mexico will ya.

Done!


Lord President Moorluck wrote:
taig wrote:
Moorluck wrote:

~Runs around thread naked handing out DVDs of his honeymoon.~

WOOT!! ToTP!

Huh. I had top of the page. Is Earth-1 trying to merge with Earth-2?
I out rank you. ;)

Two words: Violent military overthrow


Yes, my dealing with nature is more in the realm of "collateral damage".


Lord President Moorluck wrote:
President Eden wrote:

The Enclave doesn't recognize your sovereignity, we're the true America! A couple of nukes should put that big crack right back into proper order.

Your President:
John Henry Eden

Lord Secretary of Kicking A** Taig had your nukes... for breakfast. Besides, didn't you get talked into offing yourself by a 19 year old girl in cut off jeans? ;)

They gave me indigestion, too. The nukes, not the cutoff jeans.


Lord President Moorluck wrote:
Studpuffin wrote:
Sorry, I called Excalibur, so I am King.
Do not make me sic the Lord Secretary of Kicking A** on you. ;)

<Shoots Studpuffin>

Was I supposed to ask him to stop first?


Welcome to the thread, Studpuffin. Again again.


Allow me to revise my statement:

<Shoots War-Bucks and Thing>


Lord Secretary War-Bucks wrote:
Lord Secretary of Kicking A** wrote:
Studpuffin wrote:

I declare a PILLOW FIGHT!

*Whomps Urizen*

<Shoots Studpuffin>

Never bring a pillow to a gunfight!

<blows up LSA with a cluster bomb>

never bring a gun to a dog fight!

Now I'm going to have to get my fur cleaned. Again.


Studpuffin wrote:
Lord Secretary of Kicking A** wrote:
Studpuffin wrote:

I declare a PILLOW FIGHT!

*Whomps Urizen*

<Shoots Studpuffin>

Never bring a pillow to a gunfight!

<deflects bullet with pillow>

KEVLAR PILLOWS! >:p

OK. You pass. Welcome to the thread. Again.


Studpuffin wrote:

I declare a PILLOW FIGHT!

*Whomps Urizen*

<Shoots Studpuffin>

Never bring a pillow to a gunfight!


Time to nuke this thread from orbit.


Urizen wrote:
Lord Secretary of Kicking A** wrote:
Lord President Moorluck wrote:
Patrick Curtin wrote:
Lord President Moorluck wrote:
Note to self, I think the monkey and the other drow are conspiring to over throw my rule... must watch for poo bombs from now on. :P
Nah, LPM, we just wanna be your Secret Service and watch for gatecrashers of dubious nature... ;P
I have noticed as of late ALOT of Indian Ambasadors..... I can't help but wonder why they were in my bedroom though.

We will repel the invaders, sir!

Except her. Agent Curtin and I will gladly do a patdown (no pun intended) search before admitting her. I don't think LPM will bar her from easy access. :P

The First Lady might, though. ;)


Lord President Moorluck wrote:
Patrick Curtin wrote:
Lord President Moorluck wrote:
Note to self, I think the monkey and the other drow are conspiring to over throw my rule... must watch for poo bombs from now on. :P
Nah, LPM, we just wanna be your Secret Service and watch for gatecrashers of dubious nature... ;P
I have noticed as of late ALOT of Indian Ambasadors..... I can't help but wonder why they were in my bedroom though.

We will repel the invaders, sir!


Nordstrom wrote:
Lord Secretary of Kicking A** wrote:
Nordstrom wrote:
Aberzombie wrote:
Nordstrom wrote:
Even the angels know you're a has-been! Sir, step into our espresso bar and have a complimentary espresso drink as our piano soothes you into a purchasing trance...
No thanks. I hate espresso.

Sir, you seem to be confused again...I was talking to the gentleman with a heavenly credit rating and a Celestial Express Centurion Card. Please step aside. [into headset] ~Security to mall entrance, please.~

<Arrives carrying an AK-47, M-16, a pair of Glocks, and several bandoleros of ammunition>

What seems to be the problem, sir?

This zombie needs to escorted to the undead area of the mall, thank you, security.

<Points, oh let's see, the M-16 at the zombie>

Move it, you!
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.
.
Faster! I haven't got all day!


Nordstrom wrote:
Aberzombie wrote:
Nordstrom wrote:
Even the angels know you're a has-been! Sir, step into our espresso bar and have a complimentary espresso drink as our piano soothes you into a purchasing trance...
No thanks. I hate espresso.

Sir, you seem to be confused again...I was talking to the gentleman with a heavenly credit rating and a Celestial Express Centurion Card. Please step aside. [into headset] ~Security to mall entrance, please.~

<Arrives carrying an AK-47, M-16, a pair of Glocks, and several bandoleros of ammunition>

What seems to be the problem, sir?


Solnes wrote:
taig wrote:
Solnes wrote:
Heeellllpppppp Mmmeeeeeee!!!!!

Uh oh. You've either been transformed into a fly and a spider is menacing you, or...something else, I give up.

The...room....her...rrrooom...its....terrifying....traumatising....help me!

Warbirds are on their way, Lady Solnes!


Another vote for Paizoctober.


*BOOM*

The triffid has been destroyed, sir!


Not that inoccent. wrote:
Lord Secretary of Kicking A** wrote:

<Watches as the fire consumes everything and notices that Not that innocent's...flamethrower...is bouncing up and down while she jumps up and down>

You don't think the fire is going to spread too much, do you?

Well that depends on where I go next now doesn't it? So do you see anywhere you would like to go?

Er, uh, if only you were the, er, uh, right species. Yeah. Species.


<Watches as the fire consumes everything and notices that Not that innocent's...flamethrower...is bouncing up and down while she jumps up and down>

You don't think the fire is going to spread too much, do you?


Mairkurion {tm} wrote:

Thanks...hey, is ass proscribed now?

And come to think of it, are you doing that because you're feeling useless, or guilty?

Useless.

Should I feel guilty about something?


<Sticks thumb in hole>

Y'know, I'd been feeling pretty useless lately, what with no other threads to attack. At least this way, I'll be doing something.


Spanky the Leprechaun wrote:
You'll have to figure out a way to manbirth.

That would get into some really weird eschatological areas...


Moorluck wrote:
Lord Secretary of Kicking A** wrote:
*Gasp* *Wheeze*
Well son. We did it. We are the last folks on earth...... AW CRAP!! tell me you remembered to bring the girls!!!

<Blushes>

Erm, well, I, uh, well...


*Gasp* *Wheeze*


<Watches the unholy nuclear glow>

I love the smell of plutonium in the evening. It smells like victory.


3...2...


For boobs!


(Oops, we're doing the "Hollywood" countdown)

8...7...6...5...


10...


Yes, that would be every country in the world.


Prepping nukes! We're set to fire missiles at every country that we don't like.


Now where were we.

Oh yes. I put an 'O' in the left center. That will stop...

Damn!


I put an 'O' in the upper right. That'll stop your tic-tac-toe.


I put an 'O' in the upper middle section.


Not that inoccent. wrote:
Lord Secretary of Kicking A** wrote:
Lord Secretary of Kicking A** wrote:

Watch out, President Moorluck!

<Throws self in path of hail of bullet fire>

Which I completely hallucinated...
Hmmm... normally my pheremones cause... other... fantasies.

Too much kicking a**, not enough grabbing...


Wait, what? Is President Moorluck really dead?

This isn't some weird David Lynchian dreamscape where I'm going to find out later that I'm a waitress in Poughkeepsie, is it?


Lord Secretary of Kicking A** wrote:

Watch out, President Moorluck!

<Throws self in path of hail of bullet fire>

Which I completely hallucinated...


Watch out, President Moorluck!

<Throws self in path of hail of bullet fire>


Lord President Moorluck wrote:
Lord Secretary of Kicking A** wrote:
Score!
And to think Mmy wife says no good would come from me singing. ;)

I'm sure she admires your other...attributes.


Score! Direct hit!


Again?

<Waits for the tearing of clothes>


Won't you say you love me too


With a great big hug and a kiss from me to you


We're a happy family


You love me


I love you

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