HAW HAW AHHAHAHAHA!!! STOP JOKEY TER KILLIN ME HAW HAW HAR HURK!!! *dies*
Message board troll died as he lived: covered head to toe in Vaseline.
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I swear they kill that troll at least once a week, but they keep finding it in the 2nd floor women's restroom come the following tuesday,
It took me a long time, and much hiding away, but, at last... I WIN !
Nah man, i win.
I don't care.
The little goblin in the sweet costume wins! Huzzah!
Goblinz for the winz!!
Down with the longshanks!!!
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The gobbo's flag is mighty fine
It's soaked in blood and pickle brine
And stained with Gods know what, of course...
I'm bored. Let's set fire to a horse
[Clenched fist salute]
'Scuse me. Sorry, I have a, uhm, thing, here, uhm... Oh. OH! Hokay, here we go. By order of the Trollololamancer, Master of the Threads, Keeper of the Posts, etc. etc. etc, you are required to cease in desist in being so goblininky in your goblokiningness, especially goblikinnish goblinings in non-goblinish territories.
Goblins, I say, you have been warned. Sort of. I mean, it didn't actually say what would happen so... Yeah.
*peeps out over a grassy knoll and then chucks a flaming brand where the Anonymous Warrior just was*
Bucko wins! Bucko is the most powerful goblin witch in the world!!!
Not so fast, Bucko!
Gorthog claims this thread for the Lickspittle tribe!
*A tremendous bonfire is built in honor of this momentous occasion, and all the written words in this thread are immolated!*
However, Gorthog and his tribe do not notice the enormous red dragon swooping down toward them...
Dragon? Where? Quick hide!
It's okay! I know this guy!
Make him some offal he cannot refuse.
If, for whatever reason, he does refuse it, offer it to Bleached Otyugh.
* drops the charred skull of Message Board Troll on the ground *
Well, that's one troublesome pest down. Now to deal with the goblins.
* stomach growls *
Goblins, quick: hide in the remains of the Troll!
:shoves each of the goblins in turn up the charred netherportions of the Message Board Troll:
:rolls goblin-filled remains down the hill and into the river:
:wins:
A little convoluted, but it worked.
BTW - WIN!
Your loss.
What do you call a bunch of goblins stuffed inside a troll corpse?
...
A royale with cheese!
* smashes Jokey into the ground with Banhammer Jr. *
That'll be enough of that nonsense out of you.
Hear hear. No more shenanigans!
I have only begun to shenanigan!
I will firebolt you for that.
*Fwoosh*
Dangit, TFF. You ruined my fun.
* drops flamethrower *
Is that a flamethrower in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?
Oh that's it!
* holds Banhammer Jr. like a golf club *
Fore!
* hits Jokey with such force he is sent into orbit *
Perfect shot - didn't hook or slice.
You avoided the hazard around the 16th Black Hole, too. Good job!
*golf clap*
*Pops up right beside Uncle Teddy*
I wood feel chipper about that shot too!
*Sneaks up on Jokey*
He dead, Poog did good, woohoo!!
*Throws him into the wood chipper for good measure.*
He did ask for that after all.
Good job.
* hands Poog a jar of pickles and a chocolate cake as a reward *
* hands Captain Spalding two bottles of rum and a chocolate cake for the assist *
*crawls out of charred nether portions of message board troll, completely unaware of his filthy state*
"Me wins!!!"
Ahem.
You sure about that?
*clambers onto the bear's back, wildly waving a bent dogslicer about*
"Yes! CHARGE!!!"