Them dang hippehs is evywhar CH! Jest shoot in eny dierekshun, yew'll hit sumthin.
Aberzombie wrote: Them dang hippehs is evywhar CH! Jest shoot in eny dierekshun, yew'll hit sumthin. Dagnabbit! Thay dun foun ahr new thread!
BLAM!
BLAM!
BLAM!
Mebbe we awtuh git us sum hown dogs'n flush them hippehs outta hidin.
Comes in, spray nacho cheese sauce all over the thread, adds a few jalapenos, then leaves
BLAM!
BLAM!
BLAM!
Dang it! I missed that cheesy frog hippeh!
It's alraht, badger. Ah think ya dun scart him away.
He a ugler relative from da west, you should use silva' bulladhs
Whut evuh happind tuh thet warwoof fella whut hunged round heer afore? Ah ain't seen him fer uh spell.
Mebbe them dang hippehs got im. Poor warwoof, he's problee waukin round in sum kinda marryjewanna haze.
He shor do look lahk thuh warwoof, but ah ain't convinced.
Aberzombie wrote: He shor do look lahk thuh warwoof, but ah ain't convinced. It's the perpol innit?
Perpol izza hippeh color. Yew ain't no hippeh in disguys, is ya?
Aberzombie wrote: Perpol izza hippeh color. Yew ain't no hippeh in disguys, is ya? I ain't
Ah ain't so shor bout thet!
Heathansson wrote: Aberzombie wrote: Perpol izza hippeh color. Yew ain't no hippeh in disguys, is ya? I ain't Ah think wonna dem der hippeh protesturs dun thrown puurple pant ahn dat pour warewoof. Dah hippeh wur yellin sumpin bout "Furr iz Murrdurr" oar sumpin.
Dadgum hippehs.
Aberzombie wrote: Ah ain't so shor bout thet! I sed I ain't.
Heathansson wrote: Aberzombie wrote: Ah ain't so shor bout thet! I sed I ain't. Steps back into the thread, raises two large pistols and coats Heathansson in a layer of nacho cheese sauce. Throws a handful of jalapeno peppers and chopped onions at him too. He steps of the thread once again.
There's that thar hippeh! Gettim!
Brings Sarajuana up and trains the double barrelled shotgun at the cheezy frog hippy
*click click*
**BOOM**
*click click*
**BOOM**
*click click*
**BOOM**
Runs in and throws a pie in the hippeh slaad's face
Fer Soupeh!!!!
Ah tell you whut, Mammeh, thet feller won' be callin roun here no more.
We chaotic slaads stick together.
Flings chopped catfish, crayfish, and mayonnaise at the assembled hillbillies then dives back in the Bayou avoiding several alley-gators and shrimp nets.
I didn't reelize we moved nearwise a swamp. Damn froggehs!
Ah tell you whut, badger.
Ayup. We needs one-a them bug killin' men out here for our hippeh problem.
Ah reckon yer raht Mammy. Yew figger we kin get wunna them fellers out heer soon?
Aberzombie wrote: Ah reckon yer raht Mammy. Yew figger we kin get wunna them fellers out heer soon? We needs one-a them thar teleyphones. Yew got a party line in yer crypt zombeh?
Looks lahk ye got wun caught thar in between yer... yer... yer belly folds, mammy.
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Lifts flap, discovers mold-covered Princess Phone.
"Naow how did that get thar?"
Dials 0
"Bertha Sue? Cain yew give me the number to Acme Hippeh Exterminators? Uh huh ..uh huh. All yowwens have is a listin' for The Dworkin Man? That'll do"
Dials number
"Is this here the Dworkin Man? Oh, my apologies, the Dworkin Womyn? Do you kills hippehs? No? Only pornygraphers? Weel, sheeyit, I aint seen one-a them since the barn burnt down when they wuz making a mural on the side with the brandin' irons. What's that? Oh, not pyrographers, pornographers? Well, what the Obox-Ob is that? Uh huh..uh.huh .. And pepul pay money fer that? Weel, it shure is a hippeh-filled world, you betcha. OK, thanks."
Hangs up phoone
"Weel, that wuz a waste of time".
Ah'm thinkin...best jest do it fer ourselfs.
Ah tell you whut, zombeh.
Lock'n'load!
Cuz its hippehs, jest this wuns, Ah'm gonna use uh shotgun.
BLAM!
BLAM!
BLAM!
Ah git 'em?
Aberzombie wrote: Cuz its hippehs, jest this wuns, Ah'm gonna use uh shotgun.
BLAM!
BLAM!
BLAM!
Ah git 'em?
Yeh got meh leg! Dagnabbit!
Sorruh CH. Ah'm gessin ah ain't good at shootin nuthin.
Aberzombie wrote: Sorruh CH. Ah'm gessin ah ain't good at shootin nuthin. Mebbeh it's becuz yer eyes er fallin out.
Ah think Ah'm missin uh cuple uh fingers to.
Ha Ha. Missed me.
Ducks back into the swamp
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