I can detect sandwitches!

The next poster has a sandwitch, my super powers tell me so.

Well...sort of. I have a time witch from Osirion....

Pardon, forced to go AFK in mid-post....

The next poster has a great idea for an innovative new way to kill people!

Oh, you have no idea...

...the next poster has a death wish.

Chrysanthe, do you need help testing your innovations?

The next poster believes that The Joker is completely sane.

Someone with such a good sense of humor couldn't possibly be insane!!

The next poster will tell us about their favourite season of the year.

My favorite season... gotta be dropbear season. They get very territorial in the summer, just around Christmas time. I think the carols stir them up.

The next poster has the power to make peoples' heads explode with their mind.

True, but if I use it on one person it happens to all persons and I don't want to be left here all alone.

The next person wants to ride with The Sons of Anarchy.

I want to ride with the Sons of Anarchy so bad... even though I never saw them ! That's how much I want to ride with them: I don't know them, but the urge is still there ! That is powerful, man !

The next person is a Kung-fu master.

I am good at cooking chinese food, thank you very much.

The next poster is taking this sentence the wrong way.

.yaw gnorw eht ecnetnes siht gnikat si retsop txen ehT? Tirq, what are you on? What am I on? Oh yes, the internet... the greatest drug of all.

The next poster is batman.

I'm like Batman, but with more bladed objects.

On that note... *STAB!!*

Next graveyard stuffer to post is wearing a stupid hat.

It's not stupid to wear a tortoise as a had. It very cool.
If you disagree I'll wear you as a hat, and look fabulous.

The next poster always looks fabulous.

Fabulous duck is FAABUUULOUOS~~ <3

The next 10 posters (and this one) want this out of their heads

Quite.

Continue with the next 9 posters.

Luckily.... Dragons are immune to to annoying ditty's, inane remarks, and ....Oh Shinny!

The next poster, while wanting that out of their heads, is holding something Shinny.

I want what out of my head ? Sorry, I forgot. I guess it really went out of my head.

He, what's that in my hand ?... I can't see it, it's so dazzling, so... shiny !

The next poster is a camel.

So they tell me. I can't see it myself, but who am I to argue? *calculates trajectory and spits*

They say that as you get educated you know more and more about less and less. The next poster knows everything about nothing.

_ And that about sums it up.

The next poster, while multitasking, accidently posts a sensitive password as a post and an insipid post as a password.

Buffalo.

Oops, that's my password, not my post!

The next poster just received a large payment from the president of Nigeria. They met via E-mail.

Nigeria has many Presidents and Princes. They all report to me. I am the spider at the center of it all.

The next poster is referred to by the American CIA as "Screwball", by the Russian FSB as "Dracula", by Britain's SIS as "The Green Knight", by China's MSS as "The Tiny Bat", by the Czech Republic's BIS as "Tasty Oyster", by Mexico's CISEN as "Idiot Cousin", by Kenya's NSIS as "The Doubter", by Pakistan's ISI as "Gadfly", by India's RAW as "Mr. Freeze", and by Israel's Mossad as "Cap'n Crunch".

Ah, those names bring back so many happy memories, so many attempts at world domination thwarted by ignorant do-gooder boy-scout types who can't see that having me in charge is best for everyone!

The next poster just hired the A-Team.

I want to give BA some milk.

The next poster has stolen the milk.

I did? I thought you weren't using it.

The next poster believes I didn't steal the milk.

I thought dragons (or half-dragons) were lactose intolerant.

The next poster listens to polka at 3:27 am.

My graveyard-shift dreams are all written and directed by Weird Al Yankovic.

The next poster isn't so lucky.

My graveyard-shift dreams are all mocked by Weird Al Yankovic.

The next poster shouldn't be here right now.

Strange, that's exactly what my Mother said.

The next poster has enough mothers to share with people.

That's right: I have a mothership large enough to accomodate a garden, and in this garden I have a mother hen laying eggs, and to watch all that... Holy Mother of God ! I have so many mothers I can't tell you about all of them !

But I can share, though. I am a sharer of parts - I must have 95% of them, that's all.

The next poster is neither here nor there.

Those fools wasted all that effort determining my momentum, now they'll NEVER know my position for certain! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!

The next poster is one of several warlords vying for the long-vacant throne of Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood of Make-Believe.

Yes I am... but then again, I'm vying for everything. World domination, accept no substitutes!

The next poster is part of a secret society.

The first rule is that i'm not supposed to talk about it.
The second rule is that i'm not supposed to talk about it.

The final rule, next poster, is that if this is your first night. You have to fight.

Sure thing. Pass me the plasma cannon.

The next poster won something.

I actually did! 1e place in a dressage competition.

Next poster hates falling leaves.

Falling leaves = Drop Bear in the tree above you. Can you really blame me for not being overly fond of them?

The next poster is cursed: they will live forever, but their IQ will halve every year.

Luckily for me I am a mega super genius ranking of the charts, and I age backwards. :)

The next Poster is uncertain about the Law of Gravity.

Yeah. I mean, is it really a law or more of a guideline? Who enforces it? Why are there black helicopters landing on my lawn?

The next poster is one of the Men In Black, and knows what's going on far better than I do.

Of course I do, I don't have a tie cutting off circulation to my brain.

The next poster is going to run around in circles singing the hokey pokey.

O proud left foot, that ventures quick within
Then soon upon a backward journey lithe.
Anon, once more the gesture, then begin:
Command sinistral pedestal to writhe.
Commence thou then the fervid Hokey-Poke,
A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl.
To spin! A wilde release from Heavens yoke.
Blessed dervish! Surely canst go, girl.
The Hoke, the poke -- banish now thy doubt
Verily, I say, 'tis what it's all about.

The next poster is a roller skating fool.

After trying to get my driver's license on them, I agree.

Next poster is scared of MythrilDragon for an odd reason.

Aaagh! Keep it away, keep it away! It knows POETRY! Oh the horror, the horror...

The next poster is so drunk that he's almost sober again... from the other side! However, odds on he'll die of liver failure at the end of his post.

THUNDER!! THUNDER!!!

Hurry, next poster, get me the giblets and call Macgyv.....

Good idea, we need the best man for this job. *CALLING*

The next poster will reveal the #1 best use of duct tape.

I would, but it would violate the terms and conditions of this site. take that how you will...

The next poster's day job involves shotguns, explosives, and lots and lots of zombies.

*mumblesomethingmumblesomething US Republican Party mumblemumblesomethingsomething*!

The next poster thinks being "a man for all seasons" means something different.

Well, obviously the play is wrong...the truth is Sir Thomas More, the 16th-century Chancellor of England, refused to dance the Hokey Poke for King Henry VIII's birthday wish. This upset Catherine of Aragon, who was so distraught she demanded a divorce so that she could marry Anne Boleyn.

The Next Poster knows where Perry is.

He's with I'm Hiding in Your Closet on the, *mumblesomethingmumblesomething US Republican Party mumblemumblesomethingsomething* job.

Next poster has a very soft skin.

Aww, thanks for noticing. I have been using a strict exfoliating regiment and a new body wash that contains elf blood and is applied with brushes made from dwarven beard whiskers.

The next poster created this new smoothing agent by....

... having someone else do it. Eeeeeeeugh. I prefer the meat of the unintelligent species, which oddly includes dra... HEY!

The next person wrote Dragons on the list of unintelligent creatures.