untitled, II

[Aberzombie]

Ayup.

[Celestial Healer]

Ah tell you whut, zombeh.

[Aberzombie]

Ah reckon so, CH.

[Big Mammy Grillz]

Who's that feller with the fancy wings over yonder?

[Aberzombie]

Mammy, thet's ol'CH, wunna thuh fust fellers tuh start hangin round thuh Untitled thread. He's lahk muh sekin kuhzin.

[Heathansson]

ayup.

[Celestial Healer]

Aberzombie wrote:

Mammy, thet's ol'CH, wunna thuh fust fellers tuh start hangin round thuh Untitled thread. He's lahk muh sekin kuhzin.

Kahnda lahk yer sekin kuhzin, 'cept we ain't married.

[Heathansson]

rekkin.

[The Witch Hunter General]

Huh, what????
The Witch Hunter General wakes up suddenly.

[WHG's Flunkie]

I reckon you were having a bad dream about the OTD RPG threads, boss, after having too much to drink.

[The Witch Hunter General]

That's a relief.
The Witch Hunter General glances at position of sun in the sky.
There's time to have another forty winks, I think, before going off on business again.
He makes himself comfortable, and drifts back off to sleep.

[Celestial Healer]

Yup.

[Heathansson]

rekin.

[Aberzombie]

Ayup.

[Big Mammy Grillz]

Well, cousin CH pleezed ta meetcha. PBR's in the fridge, help yerself..

Hands out large brown bar with bite taken out

Chaw?

[Butterfrog]

Wow, newol'fellow, bienvenido de vuelta huerco!

[Aberzombie]

Dang it Froggie, don't ya go speakin nun uh them forun langwajes uhgin. Thet jes souns lahk hippeh tawk.

[Celestial Healer]

Dang hippehs! Git off meh lawn!

[Heathansson]

ayup.

[Larry Lichman]

Ayup.

[Heathansson]

reckin?

[Celestial Healer]

Ah tell you whut, wolf-man.

[Aberzombie]

Whut?

[Ubermench]

Ahhhh...yup.

*hands big mammy a mason jar full of the best corn squeezings within 7 states*

[Aberzombie]

Ah reckon so.

[Heathansson]

ayyyyup.

[Heathansson]

reckin.

[Heathansson]

warc-H?

[Aberzombie]

Wuzzat?

[Heathansson]

wursy ach et?

[Crimson Jester]

Ubermench wrote:

Ahhhh...yup.

*hands big mammy a mason jar full of the best corn squeezings within 7 states*

hmmm Yummy

[Heathansson]

dayum. thet curlt mu mustash.

[Crimson Jester]

grow a nu one

[Aberzombie]

Ayup.

[Celestial Healer]

Heathansson wrote:

wursy ach et?

Whutcha callin' me fer? All thet dang howlin yer doin near bout woke up the neighborhood. Ah almos' thut it wuz one o dem hippeh drum circles settin up shop on meh lawn. Yeh nearly gotcher head blown off wit meh twenteh-two.

Nah if ya don' mind, ah think ah'll set up on meh porch an yell nonsense at folk walkin bah. Ah lahks ta spend meh afternoons thet way.

Mah toe's swellin' up. Probly means rain's a-comin'.

[Tnemeh]

<<Damn. All this should come in the Test of English as a Foreign Language. More of a challenge and quite an interesting... uh... read for a not-native-speaker like me.>>

[Aberzombie]

Tnemeh wrote:

<<Damn. All this should come in the Test of English as a Foreign Language. More of a challenge and quite an interesting... uh... read for a not-native-speaker like me.>>

Whut thuh hell're yuh tawkin bout hippeh? Ain't nobuddy roun heer tawking funneh cept you. Goddang hippeh.

[Celestial Healer]

Ah ain't talksin no crazy langage. Ah talks gud. Dang hippeh.

[Aberzombie]

Ayup.

[Celestial Healer]

Ah tell you whut.

[Aberzombie]

Ah reckon so.

[Big Mammy Grillz]

Quiet round heah

[Tnemeh]

Last time I came here, you called me hippeh. I want to learn to speak like you! Can you teach me?

[Celestial Healer]

Tnemeh wrote:

Last time I came here, you called me hippeh. I want to learn to speak like you! Can you teach me?

Sturt bah gittin all lickerd up so's yer speech is all slurred. Then yell sum nonsince bout hippehs on yer lawn. Yull drop yer hippeh accint in no tahm.

[Tnemeh]

That's why! I want to... hrm... talks gud?

[Ubermench]

AAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGUUUUURRRRLLLGGGGGAAAA MY HEADS ON FIRE!

I'm getting me a suped-up chopper and start talking like Nick Cage.

[Celestial Healer]

Ubermench wrote:

AAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGUUUUURRRRLLLGGGGGAAAA MY HEADS ON FIRE!

Boah, whut's wrong with ya? Dang hippeh.

Ah tript on acid wunz. Some dang fool left a pail o the stuff on meh porch. Ah fell raht on meh face. An it burnt a hole raht in meh floor.

[Larry Lichman]

Seems ta meh thar 'r' mohr hippehs aroun' then thar usetabeh.

Dadgum hippehs.

[Celestial Healer]

Ah gotta git shootin.

[Aberzombie]

Ah reckon so.