"Leave my bear alone."
*Stabs the orc in the nether regions and takes the win.*
Blocks the stab and gives Ranger a Alissa a big kiss as she feints he takes the win.
Wakes up in horror and steals the win back.
*takes the win and flees into Mordor* My preciousssssssss...
One firebolt and you're another chicken on a bbq.
Thanks for the win.
*roasts TFF and takes the win back to his nest*
Swallows The Dragon of Agnor, "Spicy", and takes the win.
I'm better than Thor, kills the midgard serpent and takes the win
Can not be killed by a puny cricket. Recalaims the win.
An age in which the mad hermit does not seem to care for the win.
It's mine again.
*crispifies the strange cricket, takes the win and moves on*
Swipes the win and leaves ice cubes for his troubles...
Rises like a Phoenix from the ashes and steals the win.
Thank you, hapless thralls, for handing me the win.
Good thing I'm not one of your thralls and I'm not giving you the win
Cr500cricket wrote: ... is not mine Fixed that for you.
It ain't yours either conman
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Most things in my posession aren't. :)
Well, the win isn't in your possession now, is it?
Seems to be in my possession now...
Win's head spins 360 degrees, then it jumps up to cling to ceiling.
I prefer to win with a little flair and 'zazz.
Can you overcome the artery clogs from years of bacon indulgence to smash?
Nah, I doubt it. Even Matt Damon would give you a tough time.
............I don't argue with chickens. I barbecue them............
You have to catch 'em first.
Looks like I need a bigger crossbow. Like, 10,000 pound draw or something.
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