By playing with squeaky toys...
*sigh* I guess you can not teach a Jack new tricks.
C'mere little froggie!
*plops into the water, chases some froggies. Gets out and shakes off all over Big Tex's field glasses.*
Yikes... the pond is getting crowded...ugh!:..
C'mere little froggie!
*Gives Big Tex a suspicious look*
C'mere little froggie!*Gives Big Tex a suspicious look*
Holds out a hand full of popcorn.
Calls over from the far side of the pond
Don't do it bruddah! That Tex guy is creepy!
Stops whispering sweet nothings into the ear of his Cthulu floaty and looks up, sniffs...
"Is that popcorn I smell? Buttery, salty popcorn??!"
Dashes the floaty across the water and looks wildly about, his eyes finally zoning-in on Big Tex with his handful of popcorn. Mull lunges madly through the water, slowly slogging his way over to the offered popcorn and splashing everything in his way as he trudges through muck. Finally arriving at Big Tex, the dwarf lunges at the meaty hand full of popcorn, salivating and gibbering, as if possessed by some inhuman hunger.
"Raarr-arrr-arrr-arrr!! Mnumm numm numm yum yum yum!"
Mull chews at the popcorn and the fist it is in.
I can think of other, more reproductive, means of relieving tension.By playing with squeaky toys and chasing sticks? *sigh* You poodles are capable of so much more.
Like what? Murdering others when they talk too much? Stomping around drunkenly in underwear, like your so-called leader does?
Just wanna make sure I'm clear.
"Stomping arounds all drunk and in underwear? That sounds like fun. Anyone got some liquor?"
Big Tex lets go of the rubber Acme arm that the popcorn was held in. He then wades out into the water towards the new froggie that just appeared.
Another froggie! He looks like th' uther wun, but it kun talk! I wunder if it kun sing and dance too!
I can think of other, more reproductive, means of relieving tension.By playing with squeaky toys and chasing sticks? *sigh* You poodles are capable of so much more.Like what? Murdering others when they talk too much? Stomping around drunkenly in underwear, like your so-called leader does?
Just wanna make sure I'm clear.
Yeah, something like that.
Yeah, something like that.I can think of other, more reproductive, means of relieving tension.By playing with squeaky toys and chasing sticks? *sigh* You poodles are capable of so much more.Like what? Murdering others when they talk too much? Stomping around drunkenly in underwear, like your so-called leader does?
Just wanna make sure I'm clear.
That's it, I'm going over to the poodles. Seems like they're the only guys that aren't inherently, you know, evil/chaotic neutral. Groan.
Flapping over the thread:
And be sure to send all of your winged friends to the Place of the Winds...!
Flapping over the thread:
And be sure to send all of your winged friends to the Place of the Winds...!
Actually, that's not a bad idea. Lemmings?
Hmm... your question is a hard one, O scaly one. What are the lemmings? Are they part bird, or merely winged mammals? I would take counsel with my brethren, but apparently they are winging their ways from the far-flung places of the worlds.
Hmm... your question is a hard one, O scaly one. What are the lemmings? Are they part bird, or merely winged mammals? I would take counsel with my brethren, but apparently they are winging their ways from the far-flung places of the worlds.
Actually, they were a threat, but nevermind. It would appear that your intentions are not hostile or with any plans of domination as I had feared. Be at peace.
Big Tex lets go of the rubber Acme arm that the popcorn was held in. He then wades out into the water towards the new froggie that just appeared.
Another froggie! He looks like th' uther wun, but it kun talk! I wunder if it kun sing and dance too!
Consumes popcorn and rubber arm.
After a moment, he collects himself and looks about sheepishly.
He looks up at the talking bird and waves.
"Hey birdy!"
Big Tex lets go of the rubber Acme arm that the popcorn was held in. He then wades out into the water towards the new froggie that just appeared.
Another froggie! He looks like th' uther wun, but it kun talk! I wunder if it kun sing and dance too!
[warning]Back off Tex...[/warning]
Happy to see someone of his own size and intellect at the pond, Tex smiles widely.
Howdy, Dragon. Are you a froggie fan too?
Pulls a package of frozen Fletcher's corny dogs out of his cooler.
Hey Froggies! Your new bubble generator is here!
looks at the big man from Texas
Oh well. I guess you ordered one from someplace else already.
Walks away with a sad look on his metallic face
Hey Tin man, have a corny dog with me and my new friend, the silent and menacing looking dragon.
"Stomping arounds all drunk and in underwear? That sounds like fun. Anyone got some liquor?"
I think I like this lady! We got more liquor back at the Jack's house, care to join?
*winks*
Hey Froggies! Your new bubble generator is here!
looks at the big man from Texas
Oh well. I guess you ordered one from someplace else already.
Walks away with a sad look on his metallic face
Bubbles!!! oh wait... I think I won't like what you mean...
Ooo! Shh...there's a froggie. Maybe they like corny dogs. Pulls one off the grill that he set up underneath the dragon's fiery breath and waves it at the frog. Here froggie-froggie...
Hey Tin man, have a corny dog with me and my new friend, the silent and menacing looking dragon.
Only if those corny dogs are made with Hungry Jack® batter. AND aren't made with poodle.
Oh, Tin Man, are you in for a treat. These are Fletcher's Original Corny Dogs, from the Fair of the Great State of Texas! Here, have some mustard and a Shiner Bock to wash it all down with!
Pops head out of pond to see what the ruckus is
Is de circus comin' to town? I smell cornydogs.
Hey, the talkin froggie's back! C'mere little fella...want a corny dog?
Comes stumbling back into the pond, gasping and carrying a limp frog.
Galldarn that borg, he may have killed the froggie!
Speak to me, froggie!
Pokes and prods the frog.
Comes stumbling back into the pond, gasping and carrying a limp frog.
Galldarn that borg, he may have killed the froggie!
Speak to me, froggie!
Pokes and prods the frog.
Don't poke him. Set the frog down. I can help him.
*casts cure light, checks for pulse*Okay, I think he got knocked into a hibernative state, but he's going to be fine.
*casts another cure light*
That should do the trick. Thanks for bringing him here.
Ma'am, what kinda monster would harm an innocent little froggie?
He still ain't talkin' like he did before.
Manly tears fall from Tex's bright, beady eyes.
Ma'am, what kinda monster would harm an innocent little froggie?
He still ain't talkin' like he did before.
Manly tears fall from Tex's bright, beady eyes.
There, there, it's going to be alright. He just needs a few moments to recover.
This isn't the first time the borg have overstepped themselves. If you're thinking of retaliation, you should probably talk to the kobold. He's always looking for trouble. Or perhaps the Jacks. I hear a rumor that they're looking for someone to raid. Personally I stick to minor acts of vandalism, but then I'm not really one for fighting.Now, if you will excuse me I was in the middle of taking some rather important notes. I should get back. Call me if you need anything else.
....in the.....pond, it will.....regain it's wakefulness,.....well rested, the sleeper....cometary alignment....in the entrails, I see...
Gently sets the froggie on a lily pad, where it will be both in and out of the water, Big Tex keeps vigil over it. He cleans his sidearm, just in case any threats arise.
If I may ask, what happened? Butterfrog is an important member of the Board, an attack on him could mean war.
EDIT: Hmm. I have checked the Thread Records and seen what happened. Regrettably, this was not a direct act of war, but merely a change in the temperature which seems to have no actual malignant attitude towards Butterfrog. As such, I can do nothing.
At least the Borg won't attack you guys here.
He sure took his time doin' it! He waited until the froggie and I wandered in, not knowing that it was some kind of borg factory or sumthin...I'm not sure the littler feller 'll ever be right again.
He sure took his time doin' it! He waited until the froggie and I wandered in, not knowing that it was some kind of borg factory or sumthin...I'm not sure the littler feller 'll ever be right again.
It matters not. There was no visible intent, nor was there any expression of malice, and therefore I cannot attack the Borg. They are far too dangerous, even with their cloning capabilities limited, to be worth the risk of attacking them without sufficient proof of danger.
I wish them Borg'd come to Texas. We'd show em a thing or two...
The collective show up..removes empty cans, checks the sensor systems, places a crate of pamphlets and leaves
I wish them Borg'd come to Texas. We'd show em a thing or two...
The collective invite you to show your home coordinates.
You have been designated species 1281
Resistance Is Futile
I'd get outta here if I were you...take a look at the thread title.
Texas has a big sign on it that reads, "Sunny Cult seeks Recruits."
We will investigate to see if it is more relevant then the collectives last visit
Heathy, he might just be reckless enough to do it.
I'd get outta here if I were you...take a look at the thread title.
Texas has a big sign on it that reads, "Sunny Cult seeks Recruits."
The designation of this area is Irrelevant
Heathy, he might just be reckless enough to do it.
Your words are Irrelevant
Ya cain't talk sense ta it, Heathy. It's all numbers and beeps.