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[Larry Lichman]

Say now, BBQ rabbit shor duz sound tasteh.

[Valegrim]

yep; roasted real slow till fall ofn da bone tender

[Larry Lichman]

ayup.

<opens PBR and passes six pack around>

[Aberzombie]

Ah reckon so.

[Kobold Catgirl]

Dis talk bout BBQ wabbits makes me hungry!

[Shenzoe]

We could talk bout BBQ Kobalt instead

[Heathansson]

Ayyup.

[Tobus Neth]

Ayyup indee!

[Heathansson]

Dayum.

[Kobold Catgirl]

Shenzoe wrote:

We could talk bout BBQ Kobalt instead

That is bad! Yes it is! Bad bad bad! Stop it now, or me get mad!

[Aberzombie]

Whut in tarnation is thet little lizerd feller yammerin bout? Kin enybuddy unnerstan whut he's takwin bout?

[Larry Lichman]

He's plum crazee.

[Aberzombie]

Ayup

[Larry Lichman]

ayup.

[Kobold Catgirl]

Stupid hypocritical zombies. Me show them! Yes! Me have revenge! Just them wait!

[ArchLich]

ayup

[Kobold Catgirl]

hold on a sec...
hey you kids!!! Get the hell out of my yard!!! Yeah you!
okay, I'm back.

[Aberzombie]

Ah reckon so

[Kobold Catgirl]

...

[Aberzombie]

Lizerd boah, ah'm thinkin ya need ta git yerself ta uh docter so's he ken find out whut's wrong with ya.

[Kobold Catgirl]

You is all crazy! Yes yes yes! Crazy crazy crazy! You should lock you in cellar and throw away key! Yes yes yes!

[Kobold Catgirl]

Hey hold on.
I said get the hell out of my yard!!! What is this Wrigley Field? Geeyit!!!

[Aberzombie]

Lizerd boah, ah think ya dun gone round tha bend.

[Kobold Catgirl]

Ayup.

[Heathansson]

Ayyup.

[Kobold Catgirl]

Ayup (again).

[Aberzombie]

Ah reckon so

[thereal thom]

Fellas, let me sell you a car.

This car..

[Aberzombie]

thereal thom wrote:

Fellas, let me sell you a car.

This car..

Whut tha hell? Thet ain't no pick-up truck! Ain't even got uh gun rack. Whut're ya, sum kind uh hippeh?

[Larry Lichman]

Hippehs is sellin' cars, now? Whut's dis world comin' to.

[Heathansson]

ayuyup.

[Larry Lichman]

Sho 'nuff.

[Heathansson]

ayyyyup.

[Kobold Catgirl]

Herd needs grass...

[Heathansson]

ayyup.

[Aberzombie]

Whut ah'm still tryin ta figer out is, how cum uh hippeh's wuntin ta sell uh car. Cars is pard by uh internil commie-bustin engine. Ah'm perty shur hippehs don't lahk them things.

If'n he wuz tryin ta sell uh bi-sickle, that'd make sense.

[Heathansson]

ayyup.

[Aberzombie]

.....

[Larry Lichman]

Hippehs never mahk sense.

[Heathansson]

ayyup.

[Kobold Catgirl]

nice grass here...

[Aberzombie]

Yup.

[Heathansson]

ayyyyup.

[Aberzombie]

Dang skippeh.

[Kobold Catgirl]

One moment.
HEY! Yeah, you! I thought I told you to get the hell outta my yard! Get lost! Yeah, I'm talkin' to you!!!
Damn kids...

[Adam Daigle]

...

[Heathansson]

Woah. Heavy. I grok, man.

[Kobold Catgirl]

Ayup.

[Kobold Catgirl]

Herd still needs grass.

[Kobold Catgirl]

Kill da wabbit!