Dan Qu, er, Potatoe Slaade's page

Where did my relevance go?

Mye peeple!

Thus lookes lick mai kined off plays.

Whi dosen't anybode lick mee anymoar?

Ey mrs. Puddel!

Taco Slaad wrote:

But everything I say is muy importante Senor Enslaada de Frutas! I sing the chaos electric! I sow confusion amongst the lawful! Have you forgotten who we are? Thcha!

Tu madre es modron!

Egg Slaad wrote:

Forget the Lawful, you sow confusion amongst the chaotic!

Dang you're good. Well, chaotic anyway.

He's not that difficult to understand. At least he speaks a language, unlike that dread poodle Puddle... I'm part poodle, and everything Puddle says makes my head hurt!

Fore thee recorde, Eyem parte slaade annd Ie understain pour Pudgel.

Ii forrgot Ii coold telephort.

Owl! Wash were yua era septing.

Sory! Ite iss ratner darke inn her.

Dan Qu, er, Potatoe Slaade wrote:

Puddle wrote:

Donut annerwon core abut uss?

Eyecair! Jest saye teh werd nad Ei whill seu hym lick uh tone uf brikcs!

You sound like one of the poodles down there, so.... be sure not to squish him when you land.

*throws Dan Qu, er, Potatoe Slaade into the hole*

EIEIO!!!! Yts darke dowwn heere!

Donut annerwon core abut uss?

Eyecair! Jest saye teh werd nad Ei whill seu hym lick uh tone uf brikcs!

CourtFool wrote:

Greyish-Greenish Slaad wrote:

But he is a poodle, right? Just a hard-shelled orange poodle who looks like a rust monster.

We do not discriminate on appearance.

Now poor spelling and even worse grammar...

Hime haff grate gammaray! Yua jest canned unndurstond mee, soo yua thank hime haff dab gammaray. Nad dent makk fon off mei Miss Pelling probelem.

Ei half gradiated form Sebastyanne's Skool ov Lawr, annd ey wille repersent Pudel inn hys extermination casse.

Sure, sure, could you just go celebrate somewhere else? You are screwing up the Feng Shui.

Ei donut wannte to messe oup teh Wang Chung. Isle goway. Iff ew ned mie jest wissle.

Yayz! Whe one! Wey shood celibate! Yoo dogees knoe Ewok songge?

Buttuglypoodlekin. wrote:

*slowly begins to rise*

Grrrr!!

Hey, don't you understand that a plane shift puts you in the Maelstrom, and a dimensional anchor keeps you from teleporting back?!? It'd take at least 15 minutes for the spell to wear off.

Timme floes differrentli inn th malestorm, dumbe slaade. Nowe,

MISPELL CHOAS!

Tyum toou gette inbulbed!

<Casts dictum>

IAMDELAW!

Dan Qu, er, Potatoe Slaade wrote:

Our wee goeieng toou attach thei slaades?

*snifs the air*

I smell Potatoe Slaade... any body got sum' chickin an' baked beans?

Eim noht uh Slaade. Ai wus joust prittending toobee won.

Our wee goeieng toou attach thei slaades?

Hime ham flinging dat tis "Tan Quail" Per's son cooled bee na allay, sense heme bee hateting teh salads two.

Ie half peppared uh compleatly oregano speach:

"Whe wille gnot goe kwietly innto thu nite!
Wee wyll nott vannishe wifout uh fighte!
Were goeing two liver own!
Weare goieng too surfive!"
Tooodey, wie celebite hour Independs Dey!"

<looks around, sees poodles>

Duh...

<looks behind poodles>

okey. i wuz hopeing four sumthing moar impressivating, butt thihs wille half too doo.

Tyme too waige Holey Warr agenst thesis Slaades! Mye kween sayed their wood B ann armey.

Goota goe. Teh kween iis calleing.

<Bamf!>

Ime backe!

<Picks up the ax that Sytt left>

Herre is you're halfe a slaade, Sytte!

<Double-take as there are no longer two halves of a slaad>

<Another double-take as shuriken fly>

Eieiooooooooo!!!

<Dies>

Its niece isnte it? Dew yew wante too get a closere looke at itt?

Dan Qu, er, Potatoe Slaade wrote:

Pitchfork Salesman wrote:

Giant slaad forks, get your giant slaad forks.

Hay! I nede won of those forkes, sew I cann stabbe a slaade. Noe, not stabbe. I ment tickel.

"Yeah, that have DR/Lawful. What you want is a nice Axiomatic handaxe, like this one here. *Holds up* Give it to ya for half the slaad.

Deale!

Giant slaad forks, get your giant slaad forks.

Hay! I nede won of those forkes, sew I cann stabbe a slaade. Noe, not stabbe. I ment tickel.

Itt wente somethinge liek thiss: linke

Fruit Slaad wrote:

Dan Qu, er, Potatoe Slaade wrote:

Potato Slaad wrote:

Dan Qu, er, Potatoe Slaade wrote:

Hey, everybody. It's me, Potatoe Slaade!

You're right, this who Slaad group needs a cleansing. I mean cleaning.

So, are you my long-lost, lawful twin?

I am...

YOUR FATHERE!!!

Don't you mean

YURE FEATHEERE!!!

?

How could Dan Qu, er, Potatoe Slaade be the father of a slaad? It'd have to be some very odd coupling, since we reproduce by laying our eggs in people.

Oh wait, maybe the gith got an egg in it, then died and Potato Slaad hatched from his body, then was resurrected.

Nowe thhat yu menshun it, I feeled a littel sicke too mi stomick aftor I eated sum potatoe slaade.

And all non-slaad, please go. This isn't a thread for the lawfuls/extraplanars (being not from the Maelstrom).

Thatts write. Youe non-slaade tipes nead to leeve.

Dan Qu, er, Potatoe Slaade wrote:

Hey, everybody. It's me, Potatoe Slaade!

You're right, this who Slaad group needs a cleansing. I mean cleaning.

So, are you my long-lost, lawful twin?

I am...

I think I'm going to go visit Hidden Valley.

Where is this Hiddene Vallee you speake of? I canot finde it.

Whoa! Dedja voo. Didja view. I seen this beefore.

Fruit Slaad wrote:

Aggh! The spelling... the spelling...

Actually, I think this is one of his good days. Just keep your fingers crossed he doesn't start in with the puns.

Hey Uncle Potatoe! You're, ummm, looking a little... Zerth-y today?!

It's my Joane Rivers' Makeover. You like?

Dan Qu, er, Potatoe Slaade wrote:

Hey, everybody. It's me, Potatoe Slaade!

You're right, this who Slaad group needs a cleansing. I mean cleaning.

Aggh! The spelling... the spelling...

Their our know mispeeling probelems heer.

Hey, everybody. It's me, Potatoe Slaade!

You're right, this who Slaad group needs a cleansing. I mean cleaning.