Hmmm, in that case.....
pulls a cold-iron great axe from out of nowhere
AAAAATTTTTTTTAAAAACK!!!!!!!
BRRRRUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAARRRRRR!!!
*swats and slams and smashes Bulmahnauts with feral abandon, leaking sap and cheap wine and demonic ichor from a thousand cold-iron-scorched wounds, the unfathomable horror seems unable to stop despite its uncountable injuries...*
*it suddenly flails backwards, throwing off #5 and #3 to either side in its final throes as flames burst from its bottomless gullet as the alchemist fire finally explodes!*
I... I... HUUUUUUUNNNNNNGERRRR.... R... RRR... RUNNNN... RUNNNN... COWWWWWWWwwwwaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrdddssss....
i... i... sleeeeeeeeeeeeeep......
*it twitches once, twice, and with a final groan falls still, the crackling of the flames and the rustling of fleeing native creatures in the foliage the only sounds in the silence.*
......
Find the wasabi!
So, you're saying there's a monster called a wasabi on the island. What does it look like?
Well that was fun. I wonder if there are any other monsters on this island. Maybe a two headed fiendish T-Rex or something.
Yeah... but I was initially hoping the Gazebo would go at the heart of the labyrinth we were going to build.
Why am I suddenly hungry for sushi?
Mmmmm....sushi.
zzz....z.....z.....zzz...zzz...zzzZZZZzzZZ
<stretches>
Wha' I missed?
*flies through thread hooting*
Look a flying monkey. Maybe Lord Jason would like one as a pet.
Maybe we can bait a trap with some bananas?
*FLIES THROUGH FLINGS POO AT bULMANAUGHT #5, FLIES OUT AGAIN QUICKLY*
Come back monkeys! We have a job for you!
Keep the Bulmahnauts off the lawn!
Eek!
Don't hurt me! I'm not the famous guy you're after! I'm just a little dead vegetable matter that impersonates him!
I think I've got some potion bottles filled with Ortho weed killer around here somewhere....
Eek!
Don't hurt me! I'm not the famous guy you're after! I'm just a little dead vegetable matter that impersonates him!
Be gone foul imposter!
*Flies through hooting at Bulmahnaut #5*
What the hell? Now we've got that Jeremy guy flying around. Maybe a mad sorcerer switched his brain around with one from a flying monkey.
Maybe the Lord Jason will one day again show up and use his power to expel the interlopers to the farthest reaches of the multiverse.
Be gone foul imposter!Eek!
Don't hurt me! I'm not the famous guy you're after! I'm just a little dead vegetable matter that impersonates him!
There my mask went! Come back!!! Come back!!!
I hear you have a flying monkey problem.
Well, we did, but it looks like they've gone for now. I'm betting they heard me invoke the Lord Jason and fled in terror.
The sheer power of his name alone is incredible! Imagine what would happen to the non-Bulmahnauts if he were to actually stand before them.
I can burst into flames even when not in his presence. Which reminds me ... all this time I've been on this boat ... I haven't even had the chance to be in his presence. Grrrrrr!
looks down from her mountaintop keep.
You guys ever get the feeling we're being watched?
(flies through the air)
*flies through on a whim*
Whatchya coachin', Mr. PostMonster, Sir?Space cadets!
Sounds fun!
::Spreads arms and starts zooming around the thread making spaceship noises, in advertently knocks eyeball, sends it flying into the face of a flying monkey::
This place is getting to crowded. I will go somewhere else where I can continue to masquerade as my arch nemesis.
Wait for me, mask!
Elsewhere Excellent, come my little lab rats. Come and I will give you some cheese.
Look dad, you scared everyone off. This is totally like my fifth birthday.
Where'd all these non-horned folks come from? Did we take on prisoners when I wasn't looking?
I agree. Things always seem a bit easier when we're out at sea, searching for someplace new to pillage.