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Applesauce!
Jiggery-pokery!
Argle-bargle!
Mystical aphorisms of the fortune cookie!
The nearest hippie!
{looks around disappointedly} Rats. I was certain those words would summon an originalist inevitable.
Left angle! No, wait, Gene Simmons is the Messiah.
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We are bored.
*2d4 ⇒ (1, 4) = 5 Slaadlings wish they weren't at work right now.*
Button highlight the paper sticky!
Twinkle, twinkle, Turnip Woods!
How I smurgle on parsnip goods!
Your batting average is worse than mime,
Osh Kosh By Gosh, it's turpentine!
Now, cut along the dotted line, glue tab A to tabs X, Y, Reggie, Trowel, Glands and Stochastic, fold along the path marked by the Cobalt Rune of N'ptha'thstor and bathe in warm nails.
Please remember to use safety hooves, or ask an adult to help you unless you have somebody else's nose.
2d4 Slaadlings wrote: We are bored.
*2d4 Slaadlings wish they weren't at work right now.*
{puts in one of the Slaadlings' Betamax video cassettes of "Shaun the Slaad" episodes}
Table coffee moo's the bumble yesterday with poop!
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♫I've been living on a dreeeeeam
Loving for the moment
Taking on the woooooorld
That was just my style,
THEN I LOOK INTO YOUR EYYYYYYYES
I CAN SEE FOREVER!
The search is over
You were with me all the while. ♫
*hands a bouquet of harvested organs to Ambrosia Slaad*
"By the Power of Lobnarr, I Have the Energy."
I'm scared. Someone please stop holding me.
"Who the hell are YOU?"
"Who the hell are WE?"
"Puppet mockeries, naturally!"
"Well, there's your answer."
"D'OH-HOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
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Harrison Fnord?
Geordi LaFnord?
Henry Fnord? "You can have it in any color, so long as it's BLEAAAAAAAAAARRRGGGHHH!!!"
Did you two turn your volume down, or are you trapped in a silent movie?
*ZZZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!*
Foam cable duels the tray boarding tomorrow.
Naaaaaaaaaa-nanananana Katamari Damocles.......!
*throws a person at Potato Slaad*
Take a look about the tomb;
Foes come wearing disguises!
Who to send to certain doom?
Splat them all for loot and prizes!
I'm a slaad who's got very...specific...tastes.
You you you're just my type!
You're humanoid and you are fleeing!
You you you're just my type!
In to your body I am seeing!
You you you're just my type!
When there's scandal in the air,
Don't fight it, just keep egging...
I can't help but spread despair
Double strife for doubled begging!
I'm a slaad who's got very...specific...tastes.
*magically boils the Great Salt Lake, summons storms of eggs, potatoes, cream, and shellfish over it, watches the Mormons freak the f+++ out*
Makes a super sneaky football underinflator to sell to various football teams.
*boils a football until it has the consistency of aspic, then spices it and eats it, in full view of a stadium full of drunk morons*
*Replaces feet with balls*
*Replaces balls with feet*
*Stomps around, bellowing with pain while filing his testicles to shape and painting them a vivid shade of day-glo yellow*
Separator and had design did shell latest?
Uses the cube root of apple pie to compute the integral of cherry cobbler.
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Ugh. I gain five pounds just looking at a math book.
Ambrosia Slaad wrote: Ugh. I gain five pounds just looking at a math book. more proof of math's perfidy!
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Dammit, Loch Ness Drow, I ain't givin you no treefiddy!
Ambrosia Slaad wrote: Ugh. I gain five pounds just looking at a math book. And I gain $7.75 just by squinting over a steam-powered frog emulsifier and anti-winking bascinet guidebook! It's like we're twins!
Solves the problem of quadratic hot fudge sundaes by using ice cream conic trigonometry.
I don't know what any of that means.
In the meantime, I have been domesticating mollusks.
Doinkle-doinkle zwie! Doinkle-doinkle zwie! Doinkle-doinkle zwiiieeeee! Noodly-noodly....
That is the best mating call for a left-handed lightning whelk I've ever heard. Bravo!
Rapidly climbs up a rope to avoid the stampede of left-handed lightning whelks.
Stop him, you fools, he's getting away! Left-handed lightning whelks, ATTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!
Sunomono Slaad wrote: Stop him, you fools, he's getting away! Left-handed lightning whelks, ATTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!! Alas poor Sunomono Slaad, in a previous post he had loudly given the mating call for Left-handed lightning whelks, not their battle call. As Left-handed lightning whelks don't speak English, they don't know what the word "attack" means. Thus it is that Sunomono Slaad finds himself swarmed by a very large number of sex crazed Left-handed lightning whelks that proceed to do things to him the forum administrators would prefer that I not describe.
Fortunately having successfully cast my own modified version of Rope Trick and pulling the rope up after me, I can safely observe and film the goings on in peace and safety. Those people who are interested in such things can download the video from those sections of the net where fine bestiality porn can be found.
Eventually a whole bunch of very happy and satisfied Left-handed lightning whelks wander off in various directions. Whether or nor Sunomono Slaad is also happy and satisfied is his tale to tell.
The duck princess cups the happy alligator.
I eat The Muffin. They leave me alone. I came prepared!
Then I tug on Caesar Slaad's rope, leave a bag of burning uranium at the bottom, and run away.
These youngsters, when will they ever learn? I take the burning uranium and use it as a topping for my pteranodon omelet. Nice and spicy just the way I like it. Then I take a nice plutonium dump and go about my daily affairs.
Yep. Just don't squish it too hard when you play with it. :-)
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