Three Word Game, Anybody?

[Vattnisse]

odiferous and flaccid

[Heathansson]

yet, quixotically, in

[waltero]

the worst way.

[Heathansson]

Deep underground, far

[drunken_nomad]

below duergar outposts,

[Heathansson]

'neath svirfneblin fleamarkets,

[drunken_nomad]

a golem stirred.

[Vattnisse]

Its awakening prophesised

[Sir Kaikillah]

by aboleth prophets

[Vattnisse]

on ancient scrolls

[Heathansson]

of charmin. Squeezing

[drunken_nomad]

through ancient vents,

[Heathansson]

Mr. Whipple the

[Amal Ulric]

vile intelligence inhabiting

[Heathansson]

The Swirling Vortex

[Amal Ulric]

cackled malevolently, thinking

[Heathansson]

"Ty D. Bohlmann

[Valegrim]

needs to clean

[Vattnisse]

between his teeth

[Valegrim]

and shave his

[Vattnisse]

unibrow, before finally

[Sir Kaikillah]

asking Ms.Bigboobeh

[Heathansson]

to come and

[Amal Ulric]

dust his miniatures."

[drunken_nomad]

(wink, nudge, snort!)

[Valegrim]

What a party,

[Vattnisse]

exclaimed the antisocial

[Sir Kaikillah]

"More chips anyone?"

[Vattnisse]

"Certainly, and also

[Sir Kaikillah]

the Habenero-salsa dip."

[Vattnisse]

replied an unsuspecting

[waltero]

ilithid Mariachi bandleader.

[Heathansson]

Senor Guapo Illithito

[Vattnisse]

, whose minstrels were

[drunken_nomad]

using skull xylophones

[Vattnisse]

and out-of-tune accordions

[drunken_nomad]

constructed from flesh

[Heathansson]

of a rotund

[Celestial Healer]

serving wench who

[Heathansson]

had a procedure

[Celestial Healer]

to hide her

[Vattnisse]

third eye fail,

[Heathansson]

leaving her looking

[Vattnisse]

like the bandleader's

[Sir Kaikillah]

out-of-tune accordian. "Ola,..

[Vattnisse]

what's that racket?",

[Celestial Healer]

exclaimed the illithid,

[Heathansson]

facestrumming his guitar

[Hobert Lanham]

in a pleasing

[drunken_nomad]

Ritchie Blackmore style.