Yeah, that's what I thought. *broom whack*Mop the puffins?...yeah, that makes a lot more sense than what I'm doing.
*hides "popped" puffins*
*goes off to get mop*
My mother whacked me with a broom once....once.
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My mother whacked me with a broom once....once.Yeah, that's what I thought. *broom whack*Mop the puffins?...yeah, that makes a lot more sense than what I'm doing.
*hides "popped" puffins*
*goes off to get mop*
And then realized that that was undue cruelty to broom and decided to use a ball-peen hammer to much greater effect.
I try not to mention you at all.
*Chases after the puffin*
You know, I've got a product just for you!
Eggs Vince
More than one egging in the New Year.
*wipes up with Sham-WOW*
It also absorbs Chaos!
Nothing absorbs chaos.
This does! Watch!
*wipes Tossed Slaad from existence, then wrings him back out... along with everything else the Sham-WOW has absorbed*
I don't remember wiping THAT up...
* Today, the part of Chicken Slaad will be played by Ambrosia *
{runs clucking from Vince-filled thread, leaving a trail of feathers}
I don't remember wiping THAT up...
giggles madly
Back in my day we didn't need no shamwows, I once cleaned up an entire plane of lawfuls using nothing but a pixie stick, my left boot heel and a paper clip.
By cleaning, you meant you buried them in the dirt. Correct?
my left boot heel .
This explains it all....yes
What is that smell?
You tell me!
Poodles. *shudder*
*Runs away from the poodles*
{chews some puff} Huh, I expected something a little more p-
Wait...
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W̍̔̔ͨ̂̊̿ͬ͐ͩͨ̆ͬ̄ͬ́ͯ͒̕hͮ̿ͥ͒̄͗̓̐ͮͧͬͦ͊ͫ̓̚͡͏̷͜͞o̎ͮͨͨͯ̓͗̆͑ͤ̓ͯ̓ͮ̄̂͜͠a̶̡͊̅ͬͩ̅̀͊̐̑͂̚ ͘.̸̛̛̾̒ͩͯͣ͠
D̴͌ͯͣͩͫ̅͒͗̆̓̆ͦ̚ą̶̛͛͌͐ͥ͛̌ͬ̔͛͂ͯͩ̈́̿̃m̴̵̋̃ͬ̉̈̇ͫͣ̎̔̀̕͟n̛̾̉̈́̂̽̋̎ͣ͘̕͏,̅̆ͩ̓ͤͪ̒̓ͩͩ̈́ ͐́̋ͨͣ͏̶̡̀ ͆ͯ̉͂́́́t̷̛̾̆̔̿͐͑͂ͯ͑̆ͭ͒ͦ̏͋́hͨ̉ͦ̆̔͑̎̃ͨ͋͆ͫ̚͏̸͘͟͟i̶̡ͬ̒̊̉̈̑̔͆ͫ̓͑̈͘͝s͆ͪ͛̅̅̓͗ͨ̅ͯ̿ͯ ͧ́͟͜ ̴̢̧̇͐̔͆ͮ̌̅ͨ̀̓͛̎ͧ͘͢i̛̅ͮͨ̅͌ͬ̍͂̍ͯͦ̀̒̽̀̚s̔͂ͫ̊͊ͥ̅̆͑ͪ̀ͯ́͏̵͢ ̧̨̓̋ͤ̅̉ͯͥ̌ͪ̉̕͟͠s̴̑̃̾͂̀ͨ͌̓͜͏͠o̡ͮ̔ͮ͌͛̒ͧ͗́̈́͝m̵̨̊̋̎ͭͧ̃̀̀e̷͛̋̈͆̓̇̿͋ͩͩ̊̾̚͘͏ ̶ͯͫͧ͗͋ͩ̓̃g̷ͭ̂̓̂̊̓̍̿̒̀͢͜͏ớ̔ͬ͋͛ͦͤ̈̌́͘͡͞o̸̶͗̍͊̾̋̔̆ͧͬͯͫͭ̔̓̀ͬ̃ͮ͜d̡̧ͨͣ͗̈́̓́̚͜͠ ̧ͮ̄͌ͫ̀͞͞s̴ͥ̾̑ͫ̈́̓̋͑̌ͩ̀h̢̓ͯͧͣ͊ͨ̑̄ͫ͛ͨͩͣ́̕͝҉*̸̷̈̿̌̓́ͪ̍̍̊͊̆͘t̷̑̈̔̂͆ͣ͌ͮ̍̏͂͢.̐̓̓̃̀ ̶̸̴̇͐͂̿̀͞
Okay, this I gotta try. *Chews on a bit of puff*
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Nope, doesn't seem to be affeccttttiiii*ppuuurrrrrphlumf*
{begins talking to coffee table} Hey SnowJade, you should really try the millipedes.
Hey, wait, how long has the coffee table had 50 pairs of legs? And when did it crawl onto the ceiling?
{drops millipede, drools} 100 legs? That's sooooooooooo many shooooooooooooooes...
Have an Chaotic New Year and many eggings in the months to come.
Don't forget our duel mantra: and
*Attempts to egg the coffee table*
Was it Mr. Green with the Red Herring in the Conservatory?
No, it was Professor Punch with the boneless chicken in the observatory.
I thought it was Francis Urqhart with the wry smirk in the Tory Lavatory?
Oh well... Yahtzee! {collects 200 quatloos and "Get Out Of Rura Penthe Free!" card, marks off Klingon battleship as sunk}
Wait, it's Captain Crunch with the foghorn in the 5th dimension!
{Puts right hand on Yellow and draws 4 tiles}
{pats SnowJade reassuring} S'okay, the fireworks will be over soon.
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*Whimper* It's not that. It's Whatserface shackled to Andersen Cooper, and she won't shut up!!! *Rolls 3d20*
*Chews more puff*
Hehe, chew on me.
{sips Coca-Cola, bites the wack Tadpole}
Hehe, chew on me.
Not on your life, or death.
Eggs Tadpole for the sake of target practice
Where am I going? I tried going crossways once but that didn't work out exactly as intended which means it worked out perfectly.
Let's invite the modrons for tea and scones. It would be the last thing they expect.
{cues up Synchronicity in the iBrain} Oooo, Tea in The Maelstrom with yoooooooooooooooooou...
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*Hands Zgotar a bunch of puff* Sorry, I was using it as a kitty bed. It should still be good.
Let's invite the modrons for tea and scones. It would be the last thing they expect.
Nonsense.
activates law's rail guns
Target sighted. Raise arm canons and fire.
dives under a large pile of chaos
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Let's invite the modrons for tea and scones. It would be the last thing they expect.Nonsense.
activates law's rail guns
Target sighted. Raise arm canons and fire.
You see, the big problem with order is that everything has to follow protocol. It's immensely predictable, especially once you learn the patterns....
*jabs a +1 anarchic crowbar into the modron's back and uses it to flip an internal lever*
... such as where the Off Switch is, yeeessss.
pivoting his head 180 degrees, he looks at Gentlemen unamused.
"Surely you realize I have no need of a spine."
brands the symbol of law onto his forehead with some unexpected heat vision
Of course not, nnnoooo.
Surely you realize I have fire resistance and can manifest implosion.
*twists crowbar up through modron's head* That usually works.
"I can integrate technology in my molecular matrix and synthisize it as an attack or offense."