untitled, II

[Demon Lord of Tribbles]

A ringing from a distance fills the area as a faint “It is done” follows

[Aberzombie]

Thet Tribblet fella shor do lahk ta repeet hisself.

[Demon Lord of Tribbles]

Its a demon thing....ya get used to repeating yourself...and maiming underlings

[Aberzombie]

Whut's uh "underling"? Izzat sum kind uh hippeh whut folluhs ya round goin "yessir" alla time? Ah figur thet's whut it is, cuz ya kind look lahk uh hippeh feller. Tawk lahk one to.

[Callous Jack]

Aberzombie wrote:

Whut's uh "underling"?

I thought it was the critters ya kept 'neath the front porch...?

[Aberzombie]

Yer probluh raht Jack, but a figurd ah'd ask. Ya nevuh ken tell whut them demon tribblet hippehs is tawkin bout sumtimes.

[Big Mammy Grillz]

Ah don' know 'bout yew all, but I's tired of alla this. Ima gonna take me a nap.

Gets up off her groaning rocker and stumps inside the doublewide

[Butterfrog]

Gary Teter wrote:

Well heck. I never anticipated that moving the thread here would bring on the cults. Crap.

Ayup.

Reckon!

*shame on you!* :P

[Butterfrog]

Ayup

[Butterfrog]

'sho 'nuff

[Butterfrog]

rekin

[Butterfrog]

Freakin'

[Butterfrog]

Darn hippens

[Butterfrog]

froggie talkin' worth 100 posts...gotta keep up...

[Ubermench]

Froggie' in a frenzy, sumone giv'em a PBR.

[Aberzombie]

Ayup.

[Vomit Guy]

Splooooooorrrtch!

[Butterfrog]

Dang Hippeh!

[Aberzombie]

Thet Vomit feller ain't no hippeh. He's jest a good ol' boah whuts glad he kin fahnlee visit this heer thred. Used ta be, whar the thred wuz settin, he weren't allowed onna count uh sum folks didn't take to kindly ta his sense uh hyoomer.

[Demon Lord of Tribbles]

hi all a gift Summons fiendishly good beer

[Crimson Jester]

~Sigh~

[Aberzombie]

Ah reckon so.

[Big Mammy Grillz]

Stumps out of the shack. Parks her new-dress-wearing behind on her chair. Grabs a bite of chaw.

Good nap that were. What'd I miss?

[Spanky the Leprechaun]

nuttin.

[Ubermench]

And the angel of the Lord came unto me,
snatching me up from my
place of slumber,
and took me on high,
and higher still until we
moved in the spaces betwixt the air itself.
and he bore me unto a
vast farmland of our own midwest,
and as we descended cries of
impending doom rose from the soil.
one thousand, nay, a million
voices full of fear.
and terror possessed me then.
and I begged,

"Angel of the Lord, what are these tortured screams?"
And the angel said unto me,
"These are the cries of the carrots,
the cries of the carrots.
You see, reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day
and to them it is the holocaust."
And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat
like the tears of one millions terrified brothers
and roared,
"Hear me now,
I have seen the light,
they have a consciousness,
they have a life,
they have a soul.
damn you!
let the rabbits wear glasses,
save our brothers...can I get an amen?
can I get a hallelujah? thank you, Jesus.

[Trey]

Cummagin?

[Aberzombie]

Thet fella is one crazy hippeh.

[Big Mammy Grillz]

Diaper Dan I think its time yew had a change on those thar head wrappins. Yer brain's gone soft I reckon.

[Heathansson]

ayup.

[Aberzombie]

Ah reckon so.

[Butterfrog]

wuzzat?

[Trey]

Daing

[Aberzombie]

Goddang hippehs.

[Big Mammy Grillz]

Ayup

[Spanky the Leprechaun]

rekkin.

[Beaver Cleaver]

ayyup.

[Aberzombie]

Enybuddy got uh beer?

[Butterfrog]

Me hud un...

BuuuuuuuUuUUUUuurp!...

[Heathansson]

drank up, zombeh.

[Big Mammy Grillz]

Slurps dregs of platic nug

I could use me a fesh PBR if'n anybody's gettin up.

[Aberzombie]

Ayup.

[Butterfrog]

*Fetches some PBR for Ma´´*

Her u go Ma'

[Big Mammy Grillz]

Thanks Froggie. Yew always so good to yer Ma.

Slurps PBR

[Aberzombie]

Ah reckon so.

[Aberzombie]

Whar'd evybuddy go?

[Big Mammy Grillz]

Dunno

[The Ghost of Kobold Cleaver]

Kill the Hamsters!

[Ghost of Malthus]

Some ghosts just look better than others.

[Ubermench]

Ayuo.

[Trey]

I'm spennin three days lisnin to a feller tell me how to be holly fective. Parently if yuh want tuh be holly fective yuh got tuh git yerseff seven er eight habits. Farris I kin tell, the firs habit mus be yuh cain't sleep.

I'm thinkin maybe bein holly fective aint all its cracked up tuh be.