*passes out cigars*
I'm a daddy!
*punches a hole in the wall*
Mazel tov! *pulls a wire out of the hole in the wall and lights his cigar on it*
*blows animated smoke creatures*
{smites liver and brain with +5 vodka screwdriver} G'bye, Satellite of Love.
I loved that show, especially the episodes with Joel.
Hey, I'm a mom! *Scrounging around the stockroom of the liquor store where I used to work* Ooohh, looky-look! A whole case of Asti Spumante! Who wants bubbly?
While I remember Joel and the bots fondly, I was referring to the loss of this Satellite of Love.
Ah. Yes, a toast to a great musician *raises bottle of bubbly*. Somewhere, he is still singing.
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*attempt to cuddle with kitty-mama after being stomped in other thread*
WHO ASSAULTED MY BABIES!!!!
*gasp*
Come here, babies. Mommy's got you. *Cuddles. Soothing purrs.* There, now.
Yes, yes, babies, I know. Bad Gruumash. Shh, hush, hush. *Looks fondly down at the... What is the correct term for a clutch of brand-new slaadlings, anyway?*
The terms change daily - nature of Chaos, after all, yeeesssss - but I believe "zepgut" is the option of the day for now.
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And where else, sir, would a cat dance but where the quantum particles, creation's own very eggs, themselves make sport of sanity? We know no law, we bow to none, we look at kings and smile - oh, such a hidden smile, here, there, gone - why, sir, did I smile? I? Did you see such a thing? Well, then you've laid eyes on a truly Dark Matter indeed. Therefore, good Gentleman, an't please you, carry that tale to those whose own words are their shackles. (So bright they polish those bonds with their oaths, repeatedly, every word their jeweler's rouge: "I will!" or "I will not!". Every new vow another link in the chain, oh, such weighty chains they carry.) Perhaps they have not forgotten how to smile.
As for myself and my zepgut, good Gentleman, why, we thank you (bows deeply)!
I know where this Gruumash guy lives...
I like this cat, yeeessss.
Oh, you so silly.
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Babies, big kitties, and good old chaos. This is the best thread ever.
CONGA LINE!!!!
*snorts a line off a conga drum*
Best Conga Line ever! Woo-hoo!
The lack of chaos is staggering, what is going on?
The lack of chaos is staggering, what is going on?
Sorry, I keep falling down the rabbit hole of cat videos on Youtube.
Oh look, kitteh meets hedgehog- {fails Will save vs. cuteness ability}
*Snork* What, what, what? Must've fallen asleep.
You can eat hereif you want too.
You can leave your friends behind.
'Cause your friends aren't Slaad,
And if they aren't Slaad,
Then they're no friends of mine!
*"dance" in a weird, writhing mass*
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S S S S
L L L L
A A A A
A A A A
D D D D
I I I I
We can dance, we can dance
everything is outta control
we can dance, we can dance
we're slaading from mael to strom
we can dance, we can dance
everybody forgot their pants
we can dance, we can dance
everybody cook in your hands
I'm dancing...because I want to. I'm leaving my friends behind. Cause my friends don't dance and because they don't dance, well they are no friends of yours. I'm doing the Slaadi dance...the Slaadi dance.
'Cause my fur's so neat from my head to my feat, and I'm givin' it a slaadi try!"
*Gets down and boogies with the kids*
Bangs on a drum kit..., in mixed intervals. Scratches several records on a turntable
Crashes into the thread and exits a flaming 747, wearing a shirt saying "still the safest way to travel", with a large box of airline peanuts under one arm and a six-pack of Dos Equis under the other
"Women and children first my slaadi @$$ and only if it's an egging."
I aim to please.
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I love Jeff Slaadworthy's "You Might Be A Slaadneck" stand-up act.
What about Bill Slaadval's "Here's your Egg" bit? Or Slaadi, The Egg Guy and his bit? Ron Slaad's bit isn't that great, I don't recommend him at all. I mean it hasn't changed in 15 years. What's up with that?
He went to the doctor's office and was immunized.
A terrible tragedy to any Slaad, if there was one.
There weren't any though.
I dance by standing perfectly still and thinking about magma.
*shuts door behind Gruumash*
*door melts leaving bare wall behind*
Let's make mister Gruumash quite at home, yeeesssss.
Dear Grimmymush, why aren't you hosting awesome slaadi eggs? {pokes him repeatedly with +1 silver stick of goblin poking}
That is a fantastic question! I'm sure there is a perfectly good reason that he is not hosting our eggs.
I hate good reasons, though.
*eggs Gruumash repeatedly*
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So, GrimeyM.A.S.H. is paralyzed by fear, eh? Rightly so! Now witness the firepower of this fully ARMED and OPERATIONAL Chaotic station...
{puts flowerpot on head and starts making electronic boop and beep noises, then yells:} {flings a small brie, several Barry Manilow-themed birthday decorations, and a plethora of AOL installation CDs at the half-orc}