Kill da wabbit!
Hey, that's my line!
Kill da ghost! (so that we can say 'kill da wabbit' as we'd like) :D
You fellers shur don't lahk me, do ya?
You fellers shur don't lahk me, do ya?
No, we do like you, Wally. Hass and feffer is makin' a comeback.
We lika the Wabbit, We lika it cooked!
<Arrives looking for revenue men or paparazzi, but finds none and gives the 'all clear'.>
Ah, hillbillys; I recall the fine branflakes adverts that they used to produce for Kelloggs.
Casually drops a cask of moonshine 'confiscated' from a witch three weeks earlier and pointedly ignores it.
HEY! NOTHING WRONG WITH HILLBILLES!
Did he say there was?
Big Mammy shambles over to the cask of shine. She taps the bung and takes a healthy swallow.
Yew musta got this here keg of corn squeezins off of ol' Giles Corey. Durn fool is always gettin' hisself stoned.
**rimshot**
Smurf.
Whut?
Ayum!
Is accent! RUN!!!
Reckon!
*starts running*
Does it affect ghosts?
Dagnabbit!
Big Mammy looks at the pirate hat, coat, patch and colorful parrot that has suddenly materialized on her corpulent frame.
"What the tarnation's goin on round heah?"
Looks at the three-headed hippy
"Yew spike my likker with somea that hippeh LDS yew all 'sposed to be hepped up on, Ghidorah?"
ayup.
Wuzzat?
Yoo Hoo! Could I have a beer too?
Beer? Did I heard beer? GimeGimeGimeGime
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Big Mammy looks at the pirate hat, coat, patch and colorful parrot that has suddenly materialized on her corpulent frame.
"What the tarnation's goin on round heah?"
Looks at the three-headed hippy
"Yew spike my likker with somea that hippeh LDS yew all 'sposed to be hepped up on, Ghidorah?"
So that were I left those doses.
Wuzzat?
*stares at the three mouths speaking in chores hipnotized*
uuuuuhhh...
<helps himself to a strong rum punch, pointedly 'off duty' on this thread>
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"There's no earthly way of knowing / Which direction we are going! / There's no knowing where we're rowing, / Or which way they river's flowing! / Is it raining? Is it snowing? / Is a hurricane a-blowing? / Bah! Not a speck of light is showing, / So the danger must be growing, / Are the fires of hell a-blowing? / Is the grizzly reaper mowing? / Yes! The danger must be growing, / For the rowers keep on rowing, / And they're certainly not showing / Any signs that they are slowing...]
R.Dhal
ayip!
shakes her head, dislodging several squirrels
That was jest a bit too much. Leastaways the parrot's gone now.
Looks over at Sebastian's Mother
Bertha Lou! Izzat yew? I haven't seen yew in a dog's age girl, how yew bin? I heered yer boy Sebby went to that there St. Kitts corresponece skewl and made hisself a genuwine ambulance chaser! Heered he'd loaded up the truck and moved to ol' SD. Diego that is .. immigrants, porno stars.
A plucking banjo song starts up in the distance
Ayup.
Me a froggie immigrant...
Hey auntie, wherz da cuzin? chasing gators and ambulances?
Owner - Johnny Scott Comics and Games
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Froggeh, Ah don't rahtly no whar yore cuzin is, but haf a PBR in the meentime.
*passes frog PBR*
If'n yew regler fellas lahk AZ 'n' thet Kobaldt feller wants wun, Ah'm puttin' the rest of the 12 pack in muh cooler. Yuh three-hedded hippeh 'n' yore frendz bettah stay away frum'em if'n yuh no whut's gud fer ya.
*opens PBR*
*Drinks PBR*
Glugluglu.... BeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEeeElch!
ayip.
YIP YIP!!!
*Cut for Commercial:*
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Here, a little Sourvenier!
*Back to standard program...*
Ayap!