Which HR genius thought that up?
Freehold DM wrote:
Not only are you correct, you've been selected as one of the transported backers.
Unfortunately, you have been cast as Uni.
I'm Hiding In Your Closet wrote:
I learned this from watching the Peaky (fookin') Blinders.
Liz Courts wrote:
...from The Peculiar Purple Pieman of Porcupine Peak?
Since faking his own death in Pawnee, Sebastian has remained elusive while continuing to walk the earth... righting wrongs, righting lefts, and righting tipped cows.
Where's a pony lawyer when you need one?
Well, his Hologram self showed up in Indiana at the Pawnee/Eagleton Unity Concert concert. And if he's now officially a Hologram, he's likely busy in Hollywood in movie preproduction stuff and being truly truly outrageous.
Easy squawk, easy peep, will you let Puffin sleep?
...Pah that's not a game for a true Englishman. Give me Cricket any day! The sound of willow upon leather in the afternoon, that's the sport of gentlemen!...
Ah, yes, give me a good game of Brockian Ultra-Cricket anyday. Not quite as viscerally satisfying as an old-fashioned game of old skool Krikket, but those days seem to be sadly gone.
Hell, it this point, we should be digging them both up and stitching their corpses together ala Fronkensteen the create the biggest bada** fighting science undead ever created... Undead Tesleveltbatman!
Quickly too! I hear the Joketwain and Riddlewilde are planning something fiendishly deadly for old Gothamtown this fortnight.
Or maybe I should quit snorting vampire glitter?
Steven Tindall wrote:
but have you tried the delicious flavors of tuna helper? ...
Nah, any of the ________-Helper products will just dump hundreds of calories of carbs into his bloodstream, tout de suite. He'd be better of throwing out the contents and just eating the cardboard box it came in. And if he popped a multivitamin, it'd be a more nutritious meal too.
Gruumash . wrote:
- or -
"If it wasn't for my horse, I wouldn't have spent that year at college"
Doodlebug Anklebiter wrote:
...The earth will not become ours because we are stronger than you (which we are not), nor because we are smarter, more attractive and more able lovers than you (which we are). No, it is because we are used to living in refuse and have all kinds of neat immunities. After your arrogant, short-sighted, bestial race has poisoned, radiated and bombed ITS OWN SPECIES to extinction, we goblins will still be here...
No, I'm sorry, Mr. Goblin. Plastic has a prior reservation (NSFW language).
You can have the moon though.
Gary Teter wrote:
They're all so much bloody compost beneath the metal flake-painted hooves of the wild Nostrils Band!
Look upon our silky manes & shiny coats and know Despair!!!
Tremble as we munch our oats and the occasional carrot!