The Gish of Hearts's page

Is it better to love and lose, then never to love at all?

::Leaps over head from one branch to another, depositing Dodo doo on the Gish's head as it goes::

SQUAWK!

habeas corpus, pro patria mori, carpe diem, flavius, pax!

flaming shield makes quick work of do do po po, bird bird turd is the word as you like it.

Now, look here, mock batrachian! We'll have none of that, unless you wish to test Her Majesty's interest in frog dissections...
I've got my eye on you lot.
Every last one of you.
One eye.
All of you.
At the same time.

How does he do it you ask?
How is the slaad hand not quicker than this one gishy eye?

Gestalt, I tell you.........full bab, d12 hitdice, 9th level spells at 17th level..........every save is a good save whether he woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.....

Aye. I'm watching you.....and the Queen is Blooddrunk!

Bunk is an hermaphroditic kaiju nematode, as is history,......so I suppose so. Say what I mean? Mean what I say?
When the stars are in conjunction.

Don't get cheeky with me, o' Billy Bo Rattle-a-pike. I don't cotton to cheek.......nay, I dab the rouge off with brillo and turpentine.
You'll see just how gestaltly my jib is cut when I start singsonging up th' nonsensical faux-old englishisms....i.e. brillig.....gyre.....burbled......et ssssssssetera......ssssssssetterrraaaaaaaa....callooooo callay.....frabjous doesn't cut it....I do.

Tread lightly on your heading; I'm Her Cardiovascular Majesty's man, I am. And her will and my charge is nothing short of vorpal...

Come again?

Allright, you feeble lot of gibbering yammerninnies.....what is the meaning of all this then?