Yeah shoot that hillbilly bruddah!
But she's so big, and I only have this tiny gun.
This woman is positively COVERED with crumbs and scraps! I love it!
Uses kobold cleaver, ie, toothpick, to pry some off.
NOM nom nom nom nom
EEEK!
Get that thar lizzard off me! He's taking my crust!
Scampers to Mammy's back and rips off a moldy bagel
NOM NOM NOM!
:::Waves a White Flag:::
Hey, I brought some dinner rolls.
sneaks forward and grabs an old moonpie stuck under one of her chins.
nom nom nom
*Grabs the platter of rolls, stuffs as many as possible in his cheeks, then begins chucking the rest at hicks*
huck huck huck *cough* huck!
Ayup.
*click click*
Oh oh. Out of ammo.
Grabs some dinner rolls and throws them at the hillbillies.
*click click*
Oh oh. Out of ammo.
Grabs some dinner rolls and throws them at the hillbillies.
*reloads*
Eat lead, hippeh.
*shoots Kobold Clever*
Ah ha! You hit my bulletproof dinner rolls!
*chuck chuck*
*hides behind pile of dinner rolls*
*click click*
Oh oh. Out of ammo.
Grabs some dinner rolls and throws them at the hillbillies.
*reloads*
Eat lead, hippeh.
*shoots Kobold Clever*
Ah ha! You hit my bulletproof dinner rolls!
*chuck chuck*
*hides behind pile of dinner rolls*
*shoots Kobold Clever in the throat at point blank range*
AAAACCCKK
*stuffs a dinner roll into the bullet hole*
Though sorely wounded in the hiney from buckshot, he uses the sudden draft of thick, pungent smoke from the adjoining field to escape.
Heh-heh-heh-heh!
:::Looks mortified:::
Why did you do that to my dinner rolls?
::Sits down and sobs::
:::Looks mortified:::
Why did you do that to my dinner rolls?
::Sits down and sobs::
<Pats Puffy>
There, there, puffy...
Erm. Sorry, Mammeh. Ah think ah dun clipped one o yer fat rolls.
Nope, yew missed me wingding. Looks like yew hit some ol' lasagna back dere.
Ah reckon.
Aww don't be like dat hillbillies! *giggle*
this be 'a good 'un'. *chuckle*
:::Looks mortified:::
Why did you do that to my dinner rolls?
::Sits down and sobs::
<Pats Puffy>
There, there, puffy...
:::Sobs some more:::
woa, been busee lately... can't go to Shotgun Con without missing sum 50 posts huh?
Rustling in the reeds down by the crik alert the frog to the presence of a pair of binoculars.
Rustling in the reeds down by the crik alert the frog to the presence of a pair of binoculars.
Time to estrenar meh new shotgun!
*shoots darn binocular hippeh*
Yells from rushes.
Dagnabit, Ah ain't no hippeh!
Ayup
HOO-HOO-HOO!