Gut fer yous wolfie boy, les grow dis thread somemores
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lookit dat short fellar go; right spry n quick he is; fairly dangerous over short distances I imaginate; aint to bad a shot neither, hehe did you see that hippie wanna be with the fake long hare dat got all afowl and blowed off; hehe dat boy be lookin like a dirty banker nows.
howz bout some dwarven style banjo ta give em some theme music; dat way; da hippies can heerd dat da music changed and day kin run all dumb like in dem horrorific motion picture movies.
Look at that little booger go! YEHAW! Watch out bahind ya, thar's one tryin ta sneak out past ya.
Aberzombie, ifn yew wuz wantin ribs whydjya not say so, we gots sum on tha grill. You keep tryin to eat fly boys wangs & he'll turn on you like a buck in ruttin season. (jus hopfuly not wit tha same rusults)
*The dwarf comes back looking all run down*
Dagnabit!!!!! Yall dident have no hippie problem Mores like a infastation Cause I musta killed about 30 ofem wit me shautgun here and twice that with ta axe. Now Im all outa shells and Im plum tuckered out... Lest the restem be runnin ofta somewhurs else. Course nows wees got to choices on howta get rid of ta bodies. One beein we break outa shuvel anda dig a mighty big hole, ta toss em in. Te uther beein we tossem ona bawnfahr. the shuvel takes moor time but less stink. Ta fahr take less time and make it wahr thar less eveedence if sumone would cuma lookin but it shore is gonna stink fer a spell.
I tinks may bea he likes em raws; I gots no problem wit it; so Aber, here yea RRRRRR; one plate ribs raw wit pleanty o sauce jez like me own brudder likes um.
Yew got it Skippy.
Wahl, I guess sumthin ought ta be done bout them bodies ol Kuthax dun dun in.
Gee, are one are two over de square.
Wahl alraght, mighty fine. Little man, yew jus sit back an relax a wile. Drink sum more ah that faerwater, lessin yew got sumthin stronger.
*looks over to hippie hollow & turns her head w/a grimace*
Ewww, dgyew see wat that zombie jus et.
Well now; I gots me some ideas bout dem hippies; parts r parts after all n day wanted to git all back to nature n all n nature now aight righty easy to define (evil twinkle in his eye) so we gots us a pretty broad feild o ideas ta plow bout what happens ta der remains. Mayhap sumtin a bit more exotic den da ordinary stuff likes pig food er takin a dip in lye (idlely looks as the blood and gore upon the psychotic dwarf and with a snap of his fingers it all turns into BBQ sauce; ketchup; mustard; bits o collar greens n coalslaw complete with many frothy beer stains)
Aint rightly thinking to do no Solient Green reenactments er hmm Fried Green Tomatoes.
lets consider options...
And on the thiard day God mayd the remington rifle, so man culd farght the dinosaurs...
(and the hippies)
*starts walking around grabbing misc. parts and ingredients, while drinking a cold Shiner*
Now yall jest givme ah hour or so to make ups the first of this speelcial family brew and Is a geht yall plenty o druhnk. Make all the times yu been druhnk cumbined look like yu been drankin babies milk.
hmm,
nice day,
...
*plucks his banjo*
Beer anyone?
*refills everyones containers*
Hells yeah, Ah'll take nother un. Remington's is gewd an ahl but Ah likes mah Winchester better.
Y'noo, dem gobbies smell a p'chooly, too...
