*punt*
Oom!
That's new, yeeesssss. Let's see what it does if we repeat the process.
*punts again*
¡ooW
Ω!
:)
*uses telekinesis to pull lever, opening trapdoor beneath the mimes and dropping them into the spike pit*
*pulls another lever dumping the impaled mimes and other debris in the spike pit into the acid shark tank below*
*returns both levers to "closed" positions*
*punts Charnie again*
Yeeesssss.
*points to the alignment slot on his character sheet*
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<Sets fire to the curtains>
*lights stoagie*
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<Sets fire to the curtains>
*peeks into thread*
Do they... umm... match the carpets?
No, but that's what happens when you try to bargain shop for furnishings.
We've changed that upholstery about six times since I arrived, yeeesssss.
Ugh. Don't remind me. I'll never be able to look at that particular shade of green the same way again...
<Teleports in through a portal that smells of patchouli and triangles>
Moof.
<Barfs on the couch>
Watch out, Charnie!
<Takes the burning curtains down an puts them on the defiled couch>
That ought to do it.
Moove?
Ok, Ok who summoned the Beholder?
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It wasn't me. I only know how to summon celestial things that aren't part of someone else's intellectual property.
Has to have been the new guy with the eye stigmata.
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We actually have a written policy against mimes.
His High Exaltedness, the great Celestial the Healer, has decreed that all mimes are locked into the Invisible Box of Isolation until they suffocate, dehydrate, or starvate. Then their reanimated corpse will henceforth be taken to the Vegas Strip and cast into the Pit of Carkoon, the nesting place of the all-powerful Carrottop. In his belly they will find a new definition of pain and suffering as they are forced to endure his prop comedy and are slowly digested for a thousand years.
I also speak Bocce and binary language of moisture vaporators.
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I certainly didn't summon that beholder. I only summon things I can eat. You get to enjoy your meal and then it all disappears out of your stomach when the summoned creature returns to its native plane. It's all the taste and none of the calories!
Mmm. Celestial Mastadon.
It wasn't me. I only know how to summon celestial things that aren't part of someone else's intellectual property.
Gah! wrong website. Someone must have been looking for me, instead Argos. With all of the stuff you have accumulated, you need something that can keep its eyes on things while you are away. Plus, I'll keep those snarky poodles at bay.
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Saw what? - Bluff check -
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Dinner, ahem, I mean our guest has arrived.
Damn ivory-wearing long-haired hippeh elephant.
Pass me a leg, yeeessss.
{s slab of mastodon ribs into CH's stomach} Can you even taste that?
If you'd like some, I made some mandragora-and-turnip 'slaw to go with the BBQ, but I'm afraid I'm not as good a chef as Celestial Follower.
I keep trying to watch Hell's Kitchen for cooking tips, but I automatically take half-damage (unholy) against Ramsey's Stream of Profanity.
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Outback Steakhouse, but it's pretty much the same thing.