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Says notjong but flaps his legs.


Notjong indeed!


Yes, Jong! Yes, yes , yes!

People of the world, hear my song
We owe it all to Erica Jong
Ding ding ding
Dong dong dong
$263.63 bn is the gross domestic product of Hong Kong.


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I've never heard those alternative lyrics to "Single Ladies" before.


"I want to eat me some flute salad. it looks really good."

Scarab Sages

Woot!!! I'm being taken to a summer picnic!!!!


Brains and eggings for all I hope.


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Gah! {casts Summon Lawnmower VI to deal with unexpected zombie appearance}


*grabs shovel for lance and rides lawnmower into battle*


*sprays self with Zom-B-Gone*


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Tossed Slaad wrote:
I've never heard those alternative lyrics to "Single Ladies" before.

Then you liked what you saw and put 2d4 Slaadlings on it...


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Who put us on what now?

*2d4 ⇒ (3, 3) = 6 Slaadlings are confused*


2d4 Slaadlings wrote:

Who put us on what now?

*2d4 Slaadlings are confused*

2d4 ⇒ (3, 1) = 4 Slaadlings hurt themselves in their confusion!

The rest execute their attacks normally.


How's this for chaos?

hops in a cab maked yellow-checker-star


Too coherent.


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You'll be the dispatch box. In order to work, all you'll need to do is chitter alot.., mindlessly.


Sorry, only got chattering in the portfolio.


That'll do. Next up! Who else wants to impersonate a cab.


Opps!


This horror will grow mild, this darkness light.


Then turn, flip, and cook for another fifteen days.


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I'd like my horror half mild, half stout, please - a slightly overweight pacifist with fangs will do fine. Also, kindly insert one of those adorable little pink umbrellas and an onion on a stick. Where is up to you.


That sounds delicious! You should egg Dretchael Ray and take over her show, 30 Minute Chaos.


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SPOON!!!


Tongue?


With lime and radium.


Hi everyone! I'm back ... AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!! A CAB!!!!!!

<runs out of the thread>


Oh damn, I was too convincing.


Squirrelshades is wearing a grape (or perhaps the grape is wearing Squirrelshades... It's hard to tell from this distance), brass lederhosen, rocket-propelled clogs and an egg-proof puce and ecru corset, cut daringly low to reveal a tantalising hint of pseudopod and to allow his cupola mounted machinegun a full field of fire. Accessories (wallpaper pig-faced bascinet covered with week-old bacon lardons, Febreze and Grover Cleveland) model's own. Sensational!


That is so last season.


Yeeeeaaaarrrgh!


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{sings (badly):}
♪ Potato's eyes ♫
Are watching you.
They see your every move.
(Yeeeeaaaarrrgh!)
Potato's eyes
They're marching through.
Potato's eyes
They're starching moo.
Sniffing glue,
Thatching shoe,
Hatching roux... ♬


I would just like to state publicly that 'starching moo' could not possibly, under *any* circumstances, be a euphemism for anything. Is that clear?


hops, skips, then jumps


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Following up on this, I'm afraid we're too late, as this leaked excerpt from the screenplay of the upcoming super-collosso blockbuster, 50 Slaad of Gary, Indiana proves:

Spoiler:

Pamela, supine and immobilised, moaned softly. Owing to budgetary constraints, Mr Gurgle had been unable to truss her to a four-poster bed with silken ties and had instead blu-taked her to an ironing board, but the effect was just the same. His glacial blue eyes bored her Editor: Bored into her, you moron! FS: Oh., and a cruel smile animated his rugged, masculine features as he gazed hungrily at her, the clinging PVC Thomas the Tank Engine onesie he wore outlining every contour of his superb body.

"You've been a very naughty girl, haven't you, Pamela?", he purred. "And do you know what happens to naughty girls?"

Pammy felt an ecstatic terror arise within her, thrilling her every nerve, writhing and twisting and filling her like a noodle made of honeyed fire, up, down, forwards, backwards, port, starboard. She ran a pink tongue along her moist, full, tempting, lips, hardly daring to speak.

"Are... Are you going to starch my moo, Master?"

"Ha ha! No! Only good girls get their moos starched. No indeed - you're going to lie there, and we're both going to play F.A.T.A.L"


I like the part where 2d4 slaadlings emerge in the red room for the first time.


Just so long as we don't go behind the green door.

*2d4 ⇒ (1, 3) = 4 Slaadlings are underaged*


I always wanted a kalidescope door.


Skating on a kaleidoscope floor would be more energetic.


Wait a minute, I'm in the wrong thread.

disappears a cloud of charisma


Wait, you forgot your free parting gift!


And your copy of the home game! And your case of Slaadaroni, the (Tenctonese) Sam Francisco treat!


contemplates the Tasmanian Devil Maneuver


*trace teleport*

*eggs Am Sorcerer Too*

*plane shifts back*


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Eggings are so 1472. I was going to give him this ticking box. In fact I need to give someone this box very, very soon....


I'll take it!


*hands box to Ensirio*

Don't get it wet or feed it after midnight.


No promises!

*cuts open a portal with her twin-bladed dagger and tosses it through, sending it to a Very Special Friend*


I love Mondays!!!!


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HEATHEN

carry on

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