Is it still possible to get some of those racial boons?
*repeatedly clenches and unclenches in anticipation*
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*groan*...
Hahahahahahahaha!
I'm a mean mistweater,
Kill the Wabbit!
Whooooahh...!!!
No more Woger Wabbit! No more Peter Wabbit! No more Pwayboy Bunny Wabbits!!!
Be vewy vewy careful! *GROOOOAAANN...* ...Cwazy wabbit.
*shows up dressed in a cursed glove* Hahahahaa, finally *GOT IT* - and it's just my size, too!
*TAKES mustard!!!*
YESSSSSSS, and I am thinking of parlaying my exquisite taste for accessorization and tank-cozies into my very own reality-TV show:
No... Got this!!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA...!
Sunday, Monday, HAPPY DAYS!
This day is ours
Hello sunshine, goodbye rain,
(Chorus) Gonna cruise her round the town,
These Happy Days are yours and miiine (Oh Happy Days)
Solon: The CLAW-Giver!
*snatches dot*
*pops out of an odd little box that had been resting innocuously atop a harpsichord, flips Malvel the finger*
It amazing GT your name is said with both reverence and horror simultaneously. Well that's not so strange. * Vidmaster7 across the floor to an unseen fate*
*SNATCH*
wtf? Defensive about his fellow mad scientists, I guess.... *resumes trying to suck out Vidmaster7's brain* ... *starves* ... *gags on hairball*
**LATCHES* onto back of Vidmaster7's head*
I've never Gotten an entire Accounting Department before. NOTHING, NOT EVEN BEAN-COUNTERS, CAN STOP THE CLAWWWWW!!! The next poster managed to get to Human Resources before I did...
*GRABS Count Reiner Heydrich, drags him Away while accelerating to cosmic speeds, and...*
*...abruptly drops him, alone, on the windless, tholin-suppurating plains of some large, nameless Kuiper Belt Object*
*GRABS* Bear, *YANKS* him offstage to an unknown fate *comes up from behind Claw, the Giant Monkey while he stares, bewildered Into the darkness of Your Closet, does same to him*
*springs out of nowhere, the Giant Monkey, Takes It Away* NOTHING CAN STOP THE CLAWWWWWWWWWWW - simian pretenders, least of all!!!
*will not let Vidmaster7 go - NEVER*
Nobody holds a Monster Party but does not invite...THE CLAW! = Koldo the Arctic Warrior! Hang on, THE CLAW will need to put on some warm gloves... *does so* GOTCHA! **GETS* Koldo, who is dragged away kicking and screaming, and never, ever seen again*
*will not let Vidmaster7 go*
NONE SHALL SPARE YOUR LIVES FROM ME!!!
It's mine. *SWIPE* Now.
I'll save you! *GRAB*
Pulg once played in one of Donald Trump's famous "New York Grab 'Em" games.
Believe it or not, The CLAW embodies his *higher* nature...such as it is. There is power, power, wonder-workin' power in the precious blood of the next poster!
YOU DARE APPROPRIATE MY LIKENESS?!? *GRAB* The next poster is a FOOL!
*throttles 'Glistening' Buff Scrotes* GOTCHA! NOTHING CAN STOP THE CLAAAWWW!!!
Then again, nothing ever could. *GRAB* The next poster made itself a sandwich.
*GETS YOU*
*STRANGLE* The next poster will purchase The CLAW some tickets to the opera.
50. If you think you can somehow best The CLAW, then you clearly do not understand.
Originally, yes - but since then, I have become so much more...*grabs Vick Tim and Takes Him Away* The next poster fought The CLAW. The CLAW won.
Because no armor can save you from The CLAW! NOTHING CAN STOP THE CLAAAWWWWW!!!!
One way or another I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna One way or another I'm gonna win ya I'm gonna One way or another I'm gonna see ya I'm gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha One day, maybe next week I'm gonna meetcha, I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meetcha I will drive past your house And if the lights are all down I'll see who's around One way or another I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna One way or another I'm gonna win ya I'll , I'll One way or another I'm gonna see ya I'm gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha One day, maybe next week I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meetcha And if the lights are all out I'll follow your bus downtown See who's hanging out One way or another I'm gonna lose ya I'm gonna give you the slip, a slip of the lip or another I'm gonna lose ya, I'm gonna trick ya One way or another I'm gonna lose ya I'm gonna trick ya trick ya trick ya trick ya One way or another I'm gonna lose ya I'm gonna give you the slip I'll walk down the mall Stand over by the wall Where I can see it all Find out who ya call Lead you to the supermarket checkout Some specials and rat food, get lost in the crowd One way or another I'm gonna , I'll , I'll
(Where I can see it all, find out who ya call) One way or another I'm gonna , I'll , I'll
(Where I can see it all, find out who ya call) One way or another I'm gonna , I'll , I'll
*tries making a one-handed cat's cradle*
The Rule of CLAW
THE CLAW feels no remorse!!!
*floats a short distance behind GoatToucher, gripping a portion of somebody's liver wrapped in a shred of bloody yellow silk, and coated in candy sprinkles* Oh, what tangled webs we weave....
So do I. *grabs GoatToucher and disappears with him* DC 22 Perception check: It was wearing an extra-thick electrum-lined rubber sanitary glove.
GOTCHA!!! *snatches Poog up and takes him somewhere far, far away....*
Lesson 31. Nothing can stop
GM_Beernorg is banned - and Gotten - and CLAWED - for being a fool! The CLAW does not come to offer comfort; only TERROR.
Dr. Sigmund is banned - and Gotten - for CLAW envy.
I know if you are sleeping. I know if you're awake. I know if you've been bad or good...but it doesn't matter. THE CLAW is coming to Get You all!
I am your worst nightmare. I am
Who needs hands when you have...The CLAW? The next poster once tried to give me a high-five.
I Got It.
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