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They were mean to me! sucks on celery stickIt wasn't me, I swear! I'm innocent! Takes celery stick, then points it at Ranch. It was him!Get away from those other Slaads! We belong together.There, there little buddy.
<Pulls Little Caesar Dretching close>
No, you're a murderer! I want Uncle Caesar! stabs Ranchy with celery stick
No, you're a murderer! I want Uncle Caesar! stabs Ranchy with celery stickThey were mean to me! sucks on celery stickIt wasn't me, I swear! I'm innocent! Takes celery stick, then points it at Ranch. It was him!Get away from those other Slaads! We belong together.There, there little buddy.
<Pulls Little Caesar Dretching close>
Ow! If you're going to do that, at least give me celery stick.
<Snatches celery from Little Caesar Dretching>
Yep. Still delicious. Anyway, you misunderstand. The Greek Slaad said she'd kill a Little Caesar Dretching. I did it for you little buddy.
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Ok, enough arguing already! Someone's leaked to the poodles!
Our numbers are much smaller, and we are not as ancient as the old horrors (33 pages!) like the poodles.
We must recruit more to our cause, or we are doomed.
And we gotta plan SlaadCon.
Perhaps we should send an envoy of dretchings to the thread.
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No, you're a murderer! I want Uncle Caesar! stabs Ranchy with celery stickThey were mean to me! sucks on celery stickIt wasn't me, I swear! I'm innocent! Takes celery stick, then points it at Ranch. It was him!Get away from those other Slaads! We belong together.There, there little buddy.
<Pulls Little Caesar Dretching close>
Ow! If you're going to do that, at least give me celery stick.
<Snatches celery from Little Caesar Dretching>
Yep. Still delicious. Anyway, you misunderstand. The Greek Slaad said she'd kill a Little Caesar Dretching. I did it for you little buddy.
As in "kill for a little of that Caesar Slaad, Dretching?" ducks
As in "kill for a little of that Caesar Slaad, Dretching?" ducksNo, you're a murderer! I want Uncle Caesar! stabs Ranchy with celery stickThey were mean to me! sucks on celery stickIt wasn't me, I swear! I'm innocent! Takes celery stick, then points it at Ranch. It was him!Get away from those other Slaads! We belong together.There, there little buddy.
<Pulls Little Caesar Dretching close>
Ow! If you're going to do that, at least give me celery stick.
<Snatches celery from Little Caesar Dretching>
Yep. Still delicious. Anyway, you misunderstand. The Greek Slaad said she'd kill a Little Caesar Dretching. I did it for you little buddy.
Don't listen to him. He's not even a real Slaad.
<Look of horror>
They're eating the celery!
<Look of horror>
They're eating the celery!
Not me... I'm a proud carnivore {bites head off Wafu Dretching}
Mmmm, crunchy. Needs more wasabi though.
bites head off Wafu Dretching
telepathically: Ouch?!
Heya Ranchy D, I don't need a head to cuddle.
<Look of horror>
They're eating the celery!
Not me... I'm a proud carnivore {bites head off Wafu Dretching}
Mmmm, crunchy.
No. The poodles...the poodles...
bites head off Wafu Dretchingtelepathically: Ouch?!
Heya Ranchy D, I don't need a head to cuddle.
<Recovers from terror-inducing-celery-eating-poodles>
Hey, Waffles. That's a good look for you. You know, I really do need a hug.
No. The poodles...the poodles...
U rang?
SHRIEK!!!!
<Finds a carrot stick>
This is pointier. Have at thee, foul beast!
U rang?
Wow, Dumm-inoes does deliver!
{shakes blood-spurting Wafu over Pood-dull...}
*runs in, drops a "landmine", then runs out again.*
{shakes blood-spurting Wafu over Pood-dull...}
Pardon me good sir, but mayhaps you shouldn't -- er, I mean -- I'M A POOD-DULL! Durrrrr... drools
*runs in, drops a "landmine", then runs out again.*
<Investigates "landmine">
S!&@! I've seen worse in the Abyss!
-- I'M A POOD-DULL! Durrrrr... drools
{bites head off Pood-dull} Not as good as free-range dretching, but not bad for fast food.
*runs in, drops a "landmine", then runs out again.*
Hey! Give me 15 minutes to digest this high-fiber Pood-DULL and I'll show you a landmine.
-- I'M A POOD-DULL! Durrrrr... drools{bites head off Pood-dull} Not as good as free-range dretching, but not bad for fast food.
*runs in, drops a "landmine", then runs out again.*Hey! Give me 15 minutes to digest this high-fiber Pood-DULL and I'll show you a landmine.
<Ducks out of Slaad-Barr's way>
I want to keep my head.
Hime uh puddle! Hallow!
Hime uh puddle! Hallow!
<Stab! Stab! Stab!>
Die! Die! Die!
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-- I'M A POOD-DULL! Durrrrr... drools{bites head off Pood-dull} Not as good as free-range dretching, but not bad for fast food.
*runs in, drops a "landmine", then runs out again.*Hey! Give me 15 minutes to digest this high-fiber Pood-DULL and I'll show you a landmine.
<Ducks out of Slaad-Barr's way>
I want to keep my head.
Well, you killed one of our kind. You must die.
Cancel disguise self!skin becomes deathly gray
pulls two wands out of belt pouches
laughs uncontrollably
Disintegrate!
{shakes blood-spurting Wafu over Pood-dull...}Pardon me good sir, but mayhaps you shouldn't -- er, I mean -- I'M A POOD-DULL! Durrrrr... drools
Hallow, hime uh puddle two! Wat hopped too yuar hed?
Hime uh puddle! Hallow!<Stab! Stab! Stab!>
Die! Die! Die!
Owl! Taht hert!
-- I'M A POOD-DULL! Durrrrr... drools{bites head off Pood-dull} Not as good as free-range dretching, but not bad for fast food.
*runs in, drops a "landmine", then runs out again.*Hey! Give me 15 minutes to digest this high-fiber Pood-DULL and I'll show you a landmine.
<Ducks out of Slaad-Barr's way>
I want to keep my head.
Well, you killed one of our kind. You must die.
Cancel disguise self!
skin becomes deathly gray
pulls two wands out of belt pouches
laughs uncontrollably
Disintegrate!
Whew! Made my Fort save . It must have been that "landmine" that I ate.
Owl! Taht hert!Hime uh puddle! Hallow!<Stab! Stab! Stab!>
Die! Die! Die!
Why won't you die?!?
And stop trying to blow me up, Fruit Slaad!!!
Now I've got myself a pitchfork! Prepare to die, poodle!
Oh, yeah, if any of you want one, just talk to the Pitchfork Salesman. He was last seen here.
Aie! Poodles are most non-chaotic!
Tu Es Muertas, perro blanco!
chases poodles around Limbo Slaad Bar
No, you're a murderer! I want Uncle Caesar! stabs Ranchy with celery stickThey were mean to me! sucks on celery stickIt wasn't me, I swear! I'm innocent! Takes celery stick, then points it at Ranch. It was him!Get away from those other Slaads! We belong together.There, there little buddy.
<Pulls Little Caesar Dretching close>
Stand behind me, dretching! Caesar Slaad will protect you.
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Now I've got myself a pitchfork! Prepare to die, poodle!
Oh, yeah, if any of you want one, just talk to the Pitchfork Salesman. He was last seen here.
Jeez, ya give a dretch a weapon and he thinks he owns everything.
unsheathes +5 demon bane anarchic shocking keen scythe|
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Stand behind me, dretching! Caesar Slaad will protect you.No, you're a murderer! I want Uncle Caesar! stabs Ranchy with celery stickThey were mean to me! sucks on celery stickIt wasn't me, I swear! I'm innocent! Takes celery stick, then points it at Ranch. It was him!Get away from those other Slaads! We belong together.There, there little buddy.
<Pulls Little Caesar Dretching close>
hides behind Caesar Slaad
Now I've got myself a pitchfork! Prepare to die, poodle!
Oh, yeah, if any of you want one, just talk to the Pitchfork Salesman. He was last seen here.
Yelp, yelp, hime ham beeing opraseed!
Now I've got myself a pitchfork! Prepare to die, poodle!
Oh, yeah, if any of you want one, just talk to the Pitchfork Salesman. He was last seen here.
Owl! Hime ham ateting dat stoopid Picturefoorker Saladsmann!
Aie! Poodles are most non-chaotic!
Tu Es Muertas, perro blanco!
chases poodles around Limbo Slaad Bar
Yua ham gotting dat rite!
Hitch kan sprinkles Dutchland aouch!Ee Espaniel!
Ett Latinna!
Dan Englishlandese!
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Aie! Poodles are most non-chaotic!
Tu Es Muertas, perro blanco!
chases poodles around Limbo Slaad Bar
Yua ham gotting dat rite!
Hitch kan sprinkles Dutchland aouch!
Ee Espaniel!
Ett Latinna!
Dan Englishlandese!
You sound like someone I knew when I was trafficking mar... I mean, trafficking... um... traffic! Yeah, I was trafficking traffic. I mean directing traffic. Yeah. Um, forget you ever read this post, comprende?
Tyme too waige Holey Warr agenst thesis Slaades! Mye kween sayed their wood B ann armey.
<looks around, sees poodles>
Duh...
<looks behind poodles>
okey. i wuz hopeing four sumthing moar impressivating, butt thihs wille half too doo.
<looks around, sees poodles>
Duh...
<looks behind poodles>
okey. i wuz hopeing four sumthing moar impressivating, butt thihs wille half too doo.
Wat ham yua hafting agingst puddles? Wee ham berry betre att Miss Spellling then yua!
I think you Slaads broke the messageboards...
Wat ham yua hafting agingst puddles? Wee ham berry betre att Miss Spellling then yua!<looks around, sees poodles>
Duh...
<looks behind poodles>
okey. i wuz hopeing four sumthing moar impressivating, butt thihs wille half too doo.
You know, you'd probably do better at this invading if you sent more poodles. Together, you could bring down the Slaad, and stop their dreadful incursion! I could help, of course, but it will cost ya a bit.
Also, that'll be a 50 dollar consulting fee. Payable in those books you guys are always tearing up.
We need to lay off the dretchings and focus on the poodles. Besides, I need the dretchings. Nobody wants a tossed slaad without dretching.
We need to lay off the dretchings and focus on the poodles. Besides, I need the dretchings. Nobody wants a tossed slaad without dretching.Okay. Maybe we should put Ranch under house arrest until we've conquered them, though. He has killed one of us before, and he may do so again.
Maybe we could find a low-fat ranch dretching. It would be a little better for me anyway, although they never taste the same...
Hey y'all, Fruit said you guys were looking for someone like me. Whatya want?
Busy weekend. Only one picnic, but it was crashed by a biker gang. There almost wasn't enough of me to go around.