He is!? Why wasn't I told!?
TFF was the one who was supposed to tell me that Pulg was my stunt double.
Run, everyone just RUN! GoatToucher is on the loose and he ain't gonna stop for anybody or anything!
Consider it done!
*Throws said Haversack into the whole, never to see it again.*
Next poster, would you kindly drive this Medusa around the bend? Careful, you don't want her to lose the veil.
And it was supposed to be R2-FU as one of the driods the stormtroopers were looking for, but George Lucas cut him from the production when a whiny parent complained after being given a preview tour of the movie set.
*An axe flies in from nowhere and lodges itself into GoatToucher's head, causing him to slump onto the floor a minute before I walk into the room.*
Hey, has anybody seen my ceremonial carving -
*Pause in mid sentence as I see GoatToucher on the floor.*
Oh, never mind.
This is Correctional Behaviour, go back to the bath tub Rubber Duck as the soap misses you.
I never thought I would ever hear a goblin say that,EVER!
MD is allergic to tomato soup.
*Stabs MD with a spear coated in dragon's bane.*
Nice teeth! Do you want to keep them?
Thank you!
*Breathes a sigh of relief that GoatToucher does not have the win anymore.*
Learning of Pulg's latest kill, I invite him to a BBQ in my back garden. As I get him to pick his burger, I slam his face into the grill and hold him there until he goes limp and the screaming stops.
*Straps fire onto Shere Khan's tail, then takes the win while the tiger tries to run away from the fire.*
Absolutely! He he he, time for my revenge!
*Bustles UDS into the first insane asylum in sight and then puts them on the 'behaviour correction' list.*
Next poster, would you kindly perform the procedure.
Alright everyone! Starting with the next poster after me, give your best impersonation of Tarzan gone horribly wrong (e.g. swinging through the trees and then the vine snaps).
I try to learn how to skateboard, but I slip and accidentally push Poog into the bonfire.
Poog should not rule the city, as he has a BBQ every night. And not everyone likes a BBQ.
George of the jungle, standing by, watch out for that tree!
I thought you had disappeared, never to return!
The next poster is auditioning for the role of Scar in Disney's new remake of the Lion King.
1. Holy drumsticks! What IS that thing!?
2. Good gravy, this new vampire President is really bad at mathematics!
3. And what exactly is this piece of ragged, filthy,green cloth?
Answers:
1. It's my birthday!
2. Just shut up and take the flipping gun!
3. Dude, you know she's right, she's ALWAYS right!
It's mine, it's finally mine!
*Checks pocket, but finds it to be empty.*
What? Where is it?
*Checks everywhere, but once again comes up short.*
No, NOOOO!
If you leave, you can't win.
Sorry Charlie boy, it looks like your spell didn't work.
With pleasure! Mwahahaha!
Next poster, would you kindly pass me my pizza cutter and ice cream scoop.
The handle has fallen off and I don't want to bruise my shoulder bashing the door down.
The next poster will not only bash the door down, but also end up in a funny cartoon style situation.
You really don't like him very much, do you?
Indeed, when one decides to visit Hell to see if it would make a suitable holiday destination, you learn things and sometimes they are things you normally wouldn't WANT to know! Trust me!
The next poster has made the shocking discovery that GoatToucher was once the High priest of Zon-Kuthon in Nidal, but was forced to leave because his practices proved to be sickening even to the god of mutilation and pain.
You sick individual! I shall (very carefully and with the latest protective gear) take the win away from you and give to (hopefully) someone who is not as disgusting as you!
I place GoatToucher on a burning crucifix, to finally pay for his crimes!
What about the skeletons? Everybody has them you know.
He he he he he! I love being evil sometimes!
The next poster does not like the state of the cornet now that things have been done to and with it.
Don't because you'll end up getting lost and then how are we going to claim the win?
Until someone else posts. Which is me, in this case.
I point out that werewolf is one word to Sissyl, so the organisation should be YWLA not YWWLA, and she dies of an embarrassment induced heart attack.
I misunderstood what they meant by 'Halestorm' concert, I was expecting large chunks of ice to fall from the sky.
Oh brother, the next poster is something, they put me in a spin! They're not comprehending, the position that they're in!
Really? We shall have to take your word for it.
Yes, thank goodness I am part of the management team! Got to torture people really good! Many people also got fired, the spoilsports!
The next poster however, despite being the most horribly tortured person, stayed strong and got to keep their job.
It was part of the bargain I made with UDS, a fair trade I think.
Bingo, bango, bongo, the next poster doesn't want to leave the Congo, oh no no no.
I flunked Old Norse too! Oh well, better earning than learning!
*Gets into a really expensive limousine and drives off.*
The next poster is my personal chauffeur.
Anybody else remember the Loony Tunes episode where Bugs Bunny enters (and then proceeds to ruin) Elmer Fudd's dream? Because I do! And that's exactly what I do to claim the win. Although something tells me I'm gonna drop it when I stop myself from falling.
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