The Lord of the Board who inspired an entire board alias meme. I don't think I've seen you since the last decade.
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Malice in teh hizzy!
PEASANT!
huh, Jacks are back! Schweet!
Hey who brought the lawn gnome? Punts Spanky over the horizon Woot! That was fun! Been a while!
BEER!
Malice laughs as he puts out his turntable rig by the bar. "I don't care how it got here, I just care that it is here! And I wanna play some music!" Malice spins a record. "Here's an old favorite!" A sound of synthesized horns fills the pool area
A large golem-like figure hauling a large box of old vinyl records and a large turntable set appears at the misty edge of the forest. He walks onto the grounds and heads for the pool "HEY HEY! Did someone call for a DJ?"
Hey they moved a buch of our old threads to a new forum!
*shakes angry fist* You wants I should ruff da monkey up boss?
And this is why it is never cool to mention individual posters' names when you get in beefs with them. Especially here on this thread. It's bad form. That's what we have FB for people!That's my fault, I asked. Say it aint so boss!
And I can remix the Internationale as a techno beat!
Tofurkey and vodka?
I know! Perhaps we should throw a party and invite a bunch of peasants? That way we have them coming to us!
Straps the peasant in, then stands back You may fire when ready Gridley!
Roars back clutching a ragged skinny man with wild staring eyes. Got a peasant! Is the Jackapult ready?
Harley confirguration and pronto! The robot transforms into a vintage Harley. MJ jumps aboard and roars off
Yeah we need Panama, and Frat Jack. I'll grab a peasant.. Be right back! ACME!!
We need a party JRHM. This place is deader than disco!
Man, what is with my Jack bretheren! Represent !
. Your cult is filled with the dregs of the boards. Hey now! *hic* Thas close to shand .. *hic* Sand ... *hic* Slander, buddy. I'll get that pony lawyer to sue yer ass, shee? *hic*
Whazzat? Oh my aching rivets! Anyone got some Alka-Seltzer and battery acid?
Dude! Go clean yer armor!
yanks finger
Huh? Whuzzat?
A TOAST! May the protoplasm in his psuedopods never lose elasticity! Drinks Dark & Stormy
Tosses JH a bronze tropy of a boot I got this while in England at the Lesser Umpton-on-Filth Annual Peasant Punting Championships. I beat out Lord FitzJacques in the overall peasant distance per punting. You can have it!
Ambles in, several tourist stickers attached to his ceramic hide Hey all, I just got back from my vacation punting European peasants! What's new?
Slurps a beer, checks tivo for bikini wrestling
That's great Hugo! I look so real!
Yeah but these Slaad are hard to throw, they keep on coming back ..
Excuse me a sec. Reaches over an 'accidently' bumps the Jackapult launch button, sending the stoner dretchling flying.{whizzing through the air} Whoa, that's some preemo ganga... it felt like I got launched twice. {faint contrail of pipeweed lingers behind him through the sky}
MJ shakes his head and looks distrustingly at his Dark & Stormy. I think somebody slipped me a rufo!
Malice stumbles by the Jackapult, nursing a Dark & Stormy. He leans against the launching mechanism, flinging Vinnie Grett over to the Slaad Thread. OOPS! Sorry lil' dude!
Malice smiles as he sees JH lugging out the good scotch. He spins another song to the feverish crowd
Malice keeps the music going as the party swells in size
Malice spins another track for the crowd of excited naked fiendish nymphs and dryads.
MJ ports in with his DJ gear and sets up by the pool, Acme assisting. Soon he has the turntables fired up, and he spins up some trance to warm up the evening's energy
Hey, you can't leave Hungry, I need a good greasy hangover breakfast!
Awright we gots a party! Fires up the turntables and belts out some techno
Rubs his eyes Did I see what I think I saw or am I still working off those D&S shooters from last night? Over to Unseen Servant Yeah, I'll take an eye-opener. I need it.
Groans and rolls over Man whatta party!
A turntable still skips a record, lending a weird counterbalance to Malice's snores from somewhere underneath the DJ booth
As the last song ends, Malice spins a new one
Arrives with Acme and turntables in tow Man turn my back on you guys and you move over to the ... Jaw drops at the bacchanal in progress OK, time for some dancing ladies! Rubs hands together and throws together his DJ rig Time for a little more music!
I'm on it! YO ACME! A retro-Fifties robot rolls in hauling DJ equipment and several boxes of vinyl albums OK, the party is stahtin! How about a little adrenaline enhancer? Fiddles with the turntables and fires the rig up If I was in WWII they'd call me SPITFIRE! Electronic music bumps out from the massive speakers
Hey where's my Dark & Stormy Knights guys?
Just make sure after your Hungry Jack® meal there is plenty of TP in the bathroom.
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