untitled, II

[Kobold Catgirl]

Kill da wabbit!

[Aberzombie]

Looks lahk thet Lizerd Hippeh's back. Ah thunk fer shor sumbuddy filled thet little yelluh-backed fella fulla buckshot....

[Jimmy-Joe Hayseed]

Ah reckon so.

[Big Mammy Grillz]

Ah got him.

*click click*

BOOOM!!

durn hippehs ...

[Larry Lichman]

Ayup.

*opens PBR*

*passes rest of 12 pack around*

[taig]

*BUUUUURP!!!!*

Ayubetcha.

[Celestial Healer]

Ah tell you whut.

[zylphryx]

reckin so.

[Larry Lichman]

Ayup.

[Celestial Healer]

Ayup.

[Aberzombie]

Ah reckon so.

[Big Mammy Grillz]

Ayup

[Celestial Healer]

Ah tell you whut.

[Aberzombie]

Shor'nuff.

[Heathansson]

ayyup.

[Butterfrog]

Ayubetcha

[Aberzombie]

Ah reckon so.

[Mike Welham]

Why ain't them hippehs bin outlawred by the guv'mint?

[Aberzombie]

Ah'm purty shor summa them dang hippehs snuck inta guv'mint perzishuns jest so's they kin pertekt the rest uv em.

[Heathansson]

ayup.

[Aberzombie]

Goddang hippehs.

[Celestial Healer]

Is thet a hippeh over thar? Raht on the edge o mah properteh?

DAGNABBIT, HIPPEH! GIT OFF MEH PROPERTEH!!!

[Larry Lichman]

Git'em, CH!

*opens PBR*

Chasin' hippehs otta be on TV.

[Aberzombie]

Ah'm thinkin we kin make us uh game show. Mebbe callit "Run, Hippeh, Run." Fust prize kin be some BBQ ribs, sum moonshine, er mebbe uh bran-spankin new shottgun.

[Celestial Healer]

Aberzombie wrote:

Ah'm thinkin we kin make us uh game show. Mebbe callit "Run, Hippeh, Run." Fust prize kin be some BBQ ribs, sum moonshine, er mebbe uh bran-spankin new shottgun.

Fer the decent folk, raht? Not fer the hippehs.

They git nothin but lead.

[Larry Lichman]

HOT led. Raht betwixt the eyes.

[Celestial Healer]

Ah tell you whut, lich-man.

[Aberzombie]

Ayup.

[Larry Lichman]

Ayup.

*pours PBR over Rice Krispies*

[Aberzombie]

Ah reckon so.

[Big Mammy Grillz]

Ayup

[Celestial Healer]

...

[Larry Lichman]

wuzzat?

[Butterfrog]

*Eats Rice Krispies*

[Celestial Healer]

Ayup.

[Larry Lichman]

Prolly sum hippeh conspiraceh.

[Celestial Healer]

Them hippehs is messin wit ahr posts agin...

[Aberzombie]

Ah reckon so.

[Big Mammy Grillz]

Dirty hippehs, ain't got no manners.

*haaaawk*

*PTUI*

<clang>

[Celestial Healer]

You tell em Mammeh.

[Aberzombie]

Yew got thet raht Mammy.

[Jimmy-Joe Hayseed]

Ah reckon so.

[Larry Lichman]

ayup.

[Aberzombie]

Goddang hippehs. Thar awtuh be uh law uhginst em.

[Celestial Healer]

Aberzombie wrote:

Goddang hippehs. Thar awtuh be uh law uhginst em.

'Slong as thar ain't no law ginst shootin em.

[Aberzombie]

Ayup.

[Larry Lichman]

Ayup.

[Aberzombie]

Ah reckon so.

[Zombie Guy]

BRAINS!!!

[Big Mammy Grillz]

Looks like yourn cousin's come calling Aberzombie. Lichy, yew got any brains for the poor feller? He looks a mite peaked.