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Game over man! Game over!

Ribbit! Get out of here, you!

*Casts random invisibility spells on Jacks*

Ribbit!

No, my long diatribe against the foul Jack menace was just eaten by that board-spanning monstrosity known as "The Thread Slaad". Honestly, I just didn't feel like rewriting it.

*urp*

Can't we all just get along?

**HISS**

Over here Slaadi! A juicy Dretch! I'll go halvsies .. I just want the blood you can have the meat.

Deal! I think he'll go with a nice red wine.

If you try to eat me, I will be forced to get the authorities on you!

Lunch? Where?

Don't you have a mushroom you should be sitting under?

*throws garlic at Thread Vampire*

Heathansson wrote:

Thread vampire wrote:

bares big pointy sharp teeth

What's dat you say about me toadbreath?

Bat Boy!!!!!

**SSSSSIIISSSSSS**

Who you calling bat boy Wolfman Jack?

You, bat-brains.

Mmmmm...owl bacon...

Bring it on, ya little undead Sm*rf!

Thread Slaad wrote:

I saw him first!

**HISSSSS***

Back to Limbo you poacher!

***ribbit***

The Ghost of Kobold Cleaver wrote:

Kill the Thwead Vampire!

Licks his lips

YUMMMMMY

I saw him first!

MMMM baby mind flayer ... <Homer drool>

Baby Mind Flayer, the other white meat.

*burp*
Sorry.

It just seems worse today than usual.

*burp*

Meet the furum monster, he eats posts and sometimes put it out later.

Nuh uh!

Seeing if this makes the bug spit my post out.

Bad bug.

Munch,crunch... er... sorry.

Drat you Thread Slaad that thread was mine!

No thread for you, just for me! Me love tasty threads!

What am I reading?... don't see a thing!!!!

*munch, crunch*

Man this is what I get for sleeping all day without coffin-wireless Internet access! I miss all the juicy fun!

Get your own forum, I was here first!

Nom, nom, nom...

*ribbit*

I blame the sm*rfbolds.

Yes...yes, it must be the, uh...the sm*rfbolds!

Nom, nom, nom...

hold on now <takes a several huge racks of slow, smoked ribs out of the smoker which are all slathered in sauce; puts them on a huge platter along with several pots o more heated sauce; sets that on the central picnic table; with some mashed taters, spiced pork sausage; cole slaw; hot buttered grilled corn on the cob; a whole pile of grilled vegetables; several plates of fry bread and salt; pepper and large blocks o butter; add some lemonaide; iced tea along with many pitchers of different type beers and its a sumptous meal.>

ding o ling; come n git at it.

k; now let us get grubbin; smack dem teeth; lick dem lips n git to it.

Nom, nom, nom!

Yes, kill the uh...kobolds...woo!

Most likely you've fallen victim to a temporary condition known as the messageboard latest ten hepped up on goofballs. This ailment used to be much worse and now occurs (I think) relatively rarely these days.

My guess is that it'll probably sort itself out in the next few minutes, if it hasn't already.

*shifty look*

Uh...nothing...honest...nothing happened at all...
*shifty look*

* hunt down that post-eating monster and beat it into paste.

But I have a wife and kids to support...*sob*

THERE IT IS! HOLD IT DOWN, I GET THE CROSS AND THE INCENSE!

*Runs back under Teter's desk*

The boards software is a bit weird. Things happen. They need some bugfix, and a proper exorcism.

*munch crunch*

Welcome OneWinged4ngel! I had typed hello before, but somehow the Thread Slaad ate the posting (nasty thing).

Sorry, somebody stole my lunch money.