Aburp!
exqueeze me....
Ah reckon!
I curse you, but then you might not do any more comics...
Ayup
ayup.
Aaaah...fresh rain cumin' our wae... we froggies get da blues whe'it rains...
*takes out the banjo and starts a catchy souther sad tune*
Ayup!
ayup.
Hey Froggy? You know the tune "My Fat Baby Loves to Eat?"
Sniffs
That song always reminds me of Big Pappy Grillz
Hey Froggy? You know the tune "My Fat Baby Loves to Eat?"
Sniffs
That song always reminds me of Big Pappy Grillz
*starts playing "Big ol' pappa Grillz love to eat...elfs*
Me shoul' trade me fork for a banjo'!
*In a cottonball muffled voice*
That can be arranged but someday, and that day may never come, I'll call upon you to do a service for me. But, until that day, accept this justice as a gift on my daughter's wedding day.
Kobold Cleaver has failed. His Lemmings are no more. He rots in our dungeon.
Just so you all know.
spits tobacco juice over the rail, then sips at her PBR mug.
Someone put that kewbowld in a dungeon? Why waste the space? We gots a BBQ all fired up an' we're jest runnin' out of chang-go-tay. Roof chickens, why don't y'all bring that there kewbowld here an' we'll cook him up proper with some Hotter Than Hell sauce.
Goddang hippehs.
*Runs in*
ayup.*Runs out*
Goddang hippehs.*Runs in*
ayup.
*Runs out*
*Runs in*
Baaaaaaaaaaaaa.*Runs out*
Hey, have you people seen:
A large wasp.
An angry plant.
Baby Mind Flayer.
Diswiker.
Or KC?
Don't mind me, just passing through...
Sigh...where is he?
*Leaves*
*Suddenly appears*
That was a close one. poor Llamafrog....
Ma'! me wants kobawld for dinna!
*go fetches the Kobold Cleaver +1/2 for Ma1*
Ma'! me wants kobawld for dinna!
*go fetches the Kobold Cleaver +1/2 for Ma1*
Cuz! He's trying to eat me!
Cuz! He's trying to eat me!Ma'! me wants kobawld for dinna!
*go fetches the Kobold Cleaver +1/2 for Ma1*
Gee, what a shame....
Sigh...where is he?
*Leaves*
*pins KC*
Sigh...where is he?
*Leaves**pins KC*
*Slashes Dragonborn*
Idiot. Teleport!*Disappears*
ayup.
ayup!
Froggy get that thar cleaver and dress that kewbowld up proper for grilling. Don't forget to take out the musk sac right under his liver, it'll taint the meat if'n you leave it in when you disembowel him.
Looks over at the sleeping hound on the porch
An' toss the offal an' sweetbreads over to the dog.
Rippie!
Kill da wabbit!