ayyup.
heheheeheeeeeee!
Gotta sing....
gotta dance....
I'm still standing...
Woohoo!
Edit: WTS
Jade, old boy; I went back and read about 40 pages lookin for your old gent; no show so far.
Gotta sing....
gotta dance....
I'm still standing...
Woohoo!
Edit: WTS
Ha ha you was S/\/\RF!
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh - a topiary roper has just invaded my finest shrubbery
pardon, old fruit?
I say, old chap. Rather.
Are you suggesting I catch the ropers, marinade them in some sort of basil based sauce overnight, barbeque them with onions and some fine cumberland sausages and finish them off with a fine retsina?
Only a little. Look, if you feel guilty, we can dig an hole, and you can throw up in it.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh - a topiary roper has just invaded my finest shrubbery
...it is a good shrubbery. I like the roper particularly. But there is one small problem! We are now, no longer the knights who can breathe! We are now the knights who get strangled by ropers!
We war gone cook uh possum got caught in the shid, but Lil Cindy took a shine to it an been wheelin it round in that baby carrige Ant Lou lef us. Don't have the heart tuh take it away on account uh how broke up she wuz when the lil red feller et thuh cat.
I see, I see - so what you're suggesting is that we form a revolutionary army, storm Paizo headquarters wearing a ceremonial fez, a fake ginger beard and the decorated briefs of the Andaman tribes, set up a counter revoltionary juxtaposition, and bring down world wide cake production from within.
Huzzah!
Attack!
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I see, I see - so what you're suggesting is that we form a revolutionary army, storm Paizo headquarters wearing a ceremonial fez, a fake ginger beard and the decorated briefs of the Andaman tribes, set up a counter revoltionary juxtaposition, and bring down world wide cake production from within.
Huzzah!
Attack!
MmmMmmMMmmm...cake...
Imuh wait til thet roper's dun bin did with chokin thet thar kobolt, thin Ah'll pluggim.
Is you not know quote when you hear it?!
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I see, I see - so what you're suggesting is that we form a revolutionary army, storm Paizo headquarters wearing a ceremonial fez, a fake ginger beard and the decorated briefs of the Andaman tribes, set up a counter revoltionary juxtaposition, and bring down world wide cake production from within.
Huzzah!
Attack!
Whut inna Sam Hill is ya, sum kinduh hippeh? Mr. Big fancy werds.....
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Whut inna Sam Hill is ya, sum kinduh hippeh? Mr. Big fancy werds.....I see, I see - so what you're suggesting is that we form a revolutionary army, storm Paizo headquarters wearing a ceremonial fez, a fake ginger beard and the decorated briefs of the Andaman tribes, set up a counter revoltionary juxtaposition, and bring down world wide cake production from within.
Huzzah!
Attack!
He ain't no hippeh! He is one of them Yoro-peeish types, a Frenchie I think...
Hippity-hoppity.
Hippity-hoppity.
Stoppity-Stabbity.
Mmmmm......carrots.
Daing.
ayyup.
Ah shur am hungree.
The Pigeons are Yugoloths in disguise. I don't think they would appreciate this conversation.
Mabel, ya even seen anythin' so darn falootin' before?
Who ever saw a giant talkain' pink lizard before?
Kill da wabbit! Get da thwead back on twack!
Whut's uh "twack"? Ain't none uh us kin unnerstand uh werd yer sayin Lizerd Boah.