untitled, II

[Big Mammy Grillz]

Yew goan ahead Froggy, an get that thar hippeh. I'll stoke the barbeque ..

[Heathansson]

ayup. frowg.

[Aberzombie]

Ah reckon so.

[Kruelaid]

*SNAAAAAAAGAGHGAAHHAGGAH*

*PHTOO*

*CLANG*

"Dang dust."

[Aberzombie]

Ayup.

[Larry Lichman]

Sho 'nuff.

[Aberzombie]

Ain't he uh movie feller?

[Larry Lichman]

Ah don't rahtleh no.

[Heathansson]

nu-uh.

[Celestial Healer]

Ah tell you whut.

[Heathansson]

aop.

[Heathansson]

rikin.

[Butterfrog]

ayup

[Emperor7]

hmmm...

[Celestial Healer]

Ayup.

[Heathansson]

aop.

[Larry Lichman]

ayup.

[Heathansson]

reckin.

[Aberzombie]

Wuzzat uh tree feller ah seen up thar uh cuple posts back. Ah bet he's frends with them dang hippehs. They problee hug 'im alla time.

[Heathansson]

iaint.

[Celestial Healer]

Explain yersef, tree-man, afore ah gits meh ole hatchet.

[Larry Lichman]

Ah bet tree-man's a hippeh in disgise. He prolly hugs hisself.

[Celestial Healer]

Larry Lichman wrote:

Ah bet tree-man's a hippeh in disgise. He prolly hugs hisself.

He shoulnt be huggin hisself on meh properteh!

[Emperor7]

groan.

[Trey]

Daing.

[Celestial Healer]

Ayup.

[Larry Lichman]

ayup.

[Butterfrog]

Ah reckin so

[Emperor7]

fir sure.

[Heathansson]

ayyup.

[Callous Jack]

urp.

[Sebastian]

That's what she said.

[Butterfrog]

arre

[Larry Lichman]

Shee-hoot.

[Heathansson]

reckin.

[dang hippeh]

*trying to blend in*

Yuppers!

[Heathansson]

*click*

[dang hippeh]

*pulls sawed-off shotgun out of vintage messenger bag*

I'm tired of all of you shooting at me! It's payback time, beyotches!

*accidently shoots himself in the face*

[Heathansson]

gyetdowg.

[Celestial Healer]

*shoots hippeh again, just to make sure*

Dang hippeh.

[Heathansson]

hetdank!

[Celestial Healer]

Yeh got thet raht, wolf-man.

[Heathansson]

cainun yall wip me ormrasslin, neither.

[Tha Revinuuer Man]

dang hippeh wrote:

*pulls sawed-off shotgun out of vintage messenger bag*

I'm tired of all of you shooting at me! It's payback time, beyotches!

*accidently shoots himself in the face*

<muttering to himself>

Dang. Looks like ah'll be needin' ta find me sum mor hippehs to drive these hyar backwooders frum this hyar land.

<starts planting Phish tickets throughout the woods>

[Heathansson]

dayum.

[Heathansson]

gyoff muh propity boah.
I aint knolligin no fedril nuthin!

[Aberzombie]

Goddang hippehs.

[Butterfrog]

Ayup

[Sebastian]

TAKE A BATH YOU STINKIN' HIPPIES!

[Trey]

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