runs in circles chasing the absurd white puffball carved into his ratlike tail
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* returns to licking himself on the sofa *
* returns to licking himself on the sofa *
Oh dear, that doggie is making naughty with himself!
However, Hero 6th Edition is coming out in 2009. I would wait until then before I invested too much.
I'm I shall lurk and wait then.
Thanks for the wisdom, oh mighty lord of the tongue!
Now seriously, thanks
Oh dear, that doggie is making naughty with himself!
*Licks Sebastian's Mother*
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However, Hero 6th Edition is coming out in 2009. I would wait until then before I invested too much.
What No. No. bad dag. They can't do that to me. thats worse then 4E. NO!!!!!!!!!!!
The last I heard, they were not planning on changing much. Which is the very reason I am may not continue on with 6th. So, no…not really like 4e.
More like Pathfinder, but with the same company.
* grabs a squeak toy and heads for the living room *
*Cut for Commercial:*
Vote for Callous Jack on the OTD Presidential campaing!
Here, a little Sourvenier!
*Back to standard program...*
Raise Poodles! Lets gain power in the Legal Way.
Yip!
BREAKING NEWS!
Oy, da froggy, dats me, is runnin' fo' presidunt. Ima gunna be da best runner, cause ima reallie fast froggie. You see my feets? Dey speedy quick. Ima da best, so vote fo' me fo presidunt!
-my name is Froggie Cultyst, ana I prove dis message-
Good luck.
Ye betta watch out pooldel, when Ima presidunt, Ima gunna hervest ye furs!
I'll sell you frogs to the Cajuns if you keep that up
Growls squeakily, then licks his nethers
I'll sell you frogs to the Cajuns if you keep that up
Growls squeakily, then licks his nethers
Yumm, ... spicy frogs.
My fellow poodles, I ask that you not engage in mud slinging. Let us run a campaign we can be proud of, win or lose.
That shall be done, oh Yipping master!
*hides the bucket of mud...*
Yeah no mud ... it's a b@&+% to get out of my fluffy puffy fur!
Resumes licking nethers
* chases tail while waiting for the regulars to log on *
*Starts chasing the Master's tail*
Yapyapyap!
Poodle conga line!
Yap! Yap!
This thread is full of tail.
Chacha chacha cha CHA!
Poodle conga line!
Yap! Yap!
SHHH....Disney could be listening.
I think somebody spiked the poodles' water dishes.
Cha cha cha cha cha CHA!
*licks Jack's Right Hand Man and move him into the conga line*
Cha cha cha cha cha Yap!
*licks Jack's Right Hand Man and move him into the conga line*
Cha cha cha cha cha Yap!
*stuck in the conga line* How do I get myself in these situations? One of the Jacks please help me! I'm stuck in the poodle conga line and I get out! Help Meeeeeeee!
*Joins the Polka line*
Cha cha cha cha cha CHA!
Hey Right Hand Man! How come you go to parties and don't tell our Jack's buddies about it! Shame on you!
Cha cha cha cha cha CHA!
*stuck in the conga line* How do I get myself in these situations? One of the Jacks please help me! I'm stuck in the poodle conga line and I get out! Help Meeeeeeee!CF will be humping your leg in moments...
Gee, and I thought it couldn't get any worse...
Enters room from the back loading dock wheeling a crate marked Acme Positronic Poodle on a dolly. Sets crate down and levers the top off. Removes robotic poodle from the styrofoam peanuts. Reaches into chest compartment and removes large stick of TNT. Inserts TNT into robot poodle. Sets robot's dial to 'conga', gives the big key in its back a few twirls and sets it off towards the conga line. Lights stick of TNT as metallic poodle congas away.
Contacts fellow Jacks on the special encrypted Jack radio frequency:
Jacks:
Exits ... Stage left.
Yip. yip. yip. yip. yip. YAP!
grabs onto conga line
Enters room from the back loading dock wheeling a crate marked Acme Positronic Poodle on a dolly. Sets crate down and levers the top off. Removes robotic poodle from the styrofoam peanuts. Reaches into chest compartment and removes large stick of TNT. Inserts TNT into robot poodle. Sets robot's dial to 'conga', gives the big key in its back a few twirls and sets it off towards the conga line. Lights stick of TNT as metallic poodle congas away.
Contacts fellow Jacks on the special encrypted Jack radio frequency:
Jacks:
** spoiler omitted **
Exits ... Stage left.
Hey MJ, what are you doing? The poodles are our allies.
Hey! Wacth out fo MJack, he's playing his nasty little tricks on us!. Not nice for your allies!
*move in the conga line towars the poodle cyborg*
Hey, whatta hottie robotic chick bobbie trap are you. Mind if if flare your sparks?
*tries to disarm the puupy-trap while going octopus on its chest*
Yip. Yap. Beep.
A faint hissing noise can be heard and a smell of gunpowder can be faintly discerned from the metallic poodle.
Hey MJ, what are you doing? The poodles are our allies.
We're allies with poodles? Aww man C'mon! We Jacks stand alone, taking on all comers!
Species 715 is flawed
They are weak, small minded, petty creature
We will strip them of there flawed persona's
We will bring unity and order to chaos
Lower your weapons and give yourself to us
Resistance is Futile
*Grabs the Matix robot and puts it in Irrelevant the conga line*
Cha cha cha cha cha CHA!
Your dance line is Irrelevant
Your rhythm is off
Your line is flawed
Hey Llamafrog, let the Borg dance with the Acme Robot. I'm sure he'll get a real BANG out of it. Heh, heh, heh.
Aaawww....
*grants the chick-bot to the Matix-bot and moves a few people away from them in the line*
Cha cha cha cha cha CHA!
Ok Malice Jack, let her rip!
Your robot, is crud and flawed
It is Irrelevant
The small robot poodle dances around the large Borg. Just as the Borg is about to pontificate on the irrelevance of everything the hissing sound stops.
A small scorched area and a pile of twisted metal are all that remain of the Acme Robot and its dance partner.
"Not quite what I had in mind, but pleasing nonetheless."
The small robot poodle dances around the large Borg. Just as the Borg is about to pontificate on the irrelevance of everything the hissing sound stops.
A small scorched area and a pile of twisted metal are all that remain of the Acme Robot and its dance partner.
"Not quite what I had in mind, but pleasing nonetheless."
Heh, heh. That was really cool MJ. I hope that's the end of the Borg on these boards.
Your attacks are Irrelevant
Resistance is Futile
I knew we couldn't get that lucky.
Luck is a flawed concept that is Irrelevant to the pattern of perfection