Macaroni Slaad's page

Forces of Chaos, Discombobulate!

Cork!

Thanks I needed blat.

*makes motorboat noises*

There was a...I totally forgot what I was going to say. Maybe I have all-timers or is it alt-imers or maybe it's a tumor...[insert Arnold Schwarzeneger quote here]. I don't wanna get to the choppa!

Romp Romp went the Trolley! Morp Morp went the bell!

His punishment must be more severe.

A gathering of Slaad? I didn't know this was here!

You boys and girls looking for some action?

Don't worry, I'm clean, those rumors of me spreading Slaad Fever is all lies, you certainly won't morph into a Red Slaad if I touch you.

I read this and was like "I don't remember posting this". But then I thought what if an alternate version of me posted it? But then I thought what if I didn't post it but it was an imposter? But then I thought what if I didn't post it, it was just another Blue Slaad? But then I thought what if I was Batman? But then I thought if I was Batman would I still be Chaotic? But then I thought how would I be Bat-Slaad when I'm already Iron Slaad? But then I remembered they took my title away because they found out that Soylent Green was people. And now I'm sad. Thanks a lot other Blue Slaad.

The fact I can get it right away with a lot more fun if I was a great way of saying it would mean so so happy to see my tweets and you have a great way of saying it would mean so so happy.

Text predictor, creating Chaos since before last Tuesday.

Set the bags on fire. They will have light for the rest of their lives.

Dronf!

*scratches chin*

I am still trying to figure out what this strange concept of "week" is.

The word of the day is "ngoasdnoaierhgna;rejore$#@%^fadsohoiaepirh"

course Thread be Slaad best is of.

Its like needing a florg but only finding wheezits.

I was the very model of a modern major general.

The thing about Slaads is that we are never predictable.

FOR THE GREAT BUTTON!

*leaves thread on flying unicycle*

I'll save you Amby! *sees peppermint on the ground* Ooh, a piece of candy! *ends up in box trap* Dang it.

I blame Cosmo for falling for this trap.

All hail Onceifer...Ziggysockiziggysocki...oi oi oi

I swear I wasn't drinking Onceifer! Ok, maybe I was. Like a little. Did I say a little because I actually drank quite a bit. Ok, it was more like a lot. A whole lot. Like I can't believe I'm standing.

*passes out*

This post is a post that you can't stick posters on.

Curio cabinets!

This is my boomstick!

*throws rubber dog toy*

*waits*

Where is the ka-boom? There is supposed to be a Maelstrom shattering ka-boom.

I need a cordless drill and 50 pounds of ice, stat...no questions asked. I SAID NO QUESTIONS!

Is it a sex thing? I'm betting it's a sex thing.

*wink* *wink* *nudge* *nudge* say no more. Actually, on second thought please do because I have no idea what we are talking about.

Only in the "lower planes", if you know what I mean.

*??????*

Yeah, 'K.

These guys are even too weird for me!

So...is there indeed balm in Gilead? Or is that just a bunch of pork chops?

...

Yeah, not my style. I'm outie.

*slowly slides out of the thread while trying to maintain eye contact...at least with the ones that have eye-like appendages*

Thank you for asking this question, I'll have you know I am the foremost expert on this sort of thing...hold on, I must answer the door.

As I was saying, I am the foremost expert on the mating habits of the New Zealand hedgehog and the thing to do is to play slow rhythmic music and dim the lights. You are welcome.

{lightning bolts the salmon mousse} Arise!

This is a very good question. I hadn't really thought of the implications myself but I think with the right amount of gumption you can make it work.

I had Thyme once...

Uncle? I believe I'm your pappy or perhaps second cousin. I forget.

Oh you will get presents my little Slaadlings.

*begins crushing coal*

There is no finer thing than the sound a hobo makes as you are removing his spleen.

That is an acceptable answer. However, since this is a text based adventure you are still surprised and eaten by a Grue.

You see an intersection, do you go left or right?

Won't someone please think of the 2d4 Slaadlings!

Oh that Ken. He is such a rascal. This one time me and Ken were enjoying a few brewskis and...actually I am not allowed to finish this story due to the possible presence of children.

Napalm! That's my favorite method of burninating!

I'm going back...to the future!

*does the time warp...again*

Sure, let me just find the switch...*eggs The_Paladin_of_Nevada*. There you go.

I heard she's got legs and apparently she knows how to use them.

There are a cabinets on the walls of the place where you went down by where you were on that day when it was raining well into the night and are only perceivable by the speakers of the word that none may know.

What does that have to do with the price of Quillozes in Y&rqt90q4?

SEASONED CORN CHIPS IS SLAAD!!!!!

*grabs a handful of seasoned corn chips*

Are you saying "Bhuuuuuuuuuuu..." or "Bhuuuuuuuurns..."?

I was saying "Bhuuuuuuurns..." or was I? I'll never tell. Mwhaaahaaaahaaa!

I hear møøse bites can be pretty nasty.

Macaroni Slaad wrote:

Here in the Maelstrom there are no rules: no government, no baby sitters, no bedtimes, no frowny faces, no bushy mustaches and no negativity of any kind.

Your list of no rules suspiciously sounds alot like a bunch of rules. {squints eyes}

And no consistency!

Here in the Maelstrom there are no rules: no government, no baby sitters, no bedtimes, no frowny faces, no bushy mustaches and no negativity of any kind.

I'm guessing we're going to see the Slaad Bottom and the Slaadi's Elbow.

So predictable....

No no no, the spleen goes next to the shin bone like in the song. Or is it the kidney goes next to the medulla oblongata?

*sings to self*

Yes, it's definitely add 3 parts Tabasco to 4 parts melted crayons.

*hands box to Ensirio*

Don't get it wet or feed it after midnight.

Eggings are so 1472. I was going to give him this ticking box. In fact I need to give someone this box very, very soon....

Wait, you forgot your free parting gift!

Slaadlings?

I'm sorry but the correct answer is piano keys with a light coating of Febreeze.