*rolls in the mud of the pig sty*
This place is a pig sty. Mammeh ain't pushed a broom in three winters.
Hey now Wingding, this here ain't the Dark Ages. I should know, I went through 'em. Ain't nuffin' stoppin' you porch loafers from grabbing that cornbroom in the cormer and sweepin' up. Might work offa bit of that hippeh meat yew all been stuffin' in yer pieholes.
sighs
Laws a-mercy the stuffs I gotta put up with.
*sniff, sniff*
I smell a guvvermint man.
I gots kidnapped by hippehs! They done turruble things to meh.
They *sob* made me wear *shudder* flowers and sang songs. I cain't bear to think. About it.
Nah. A few PBRs and ah'll be raht as moonbeams.
Mebbe you should go take a mud bath with lil' Vealie over there in the new sty. Yew shore reek of patchouli.
*phew*
Dang hippehs ...
yo tell'em CH!
Gubbermint?
*rolls on his back and shoves his feet in his mouth*
*rolls on his back and shoves his feet in his mouth*
*punt*!
Whur'd that thar robot come from?
robot, what robot?
Yew clanky! Yer one-a dem robot thingies right? I seed a story bout robots on The 666 Club jest last week.
Robots er commies, ain't they?
I reckin. Better than hippehs though.
Looks about
I thought I herd my lil' Froggyboy about! I ain't seen my youngin' for a month of Sabbats! Where yew at Froggy?
Ayup
Ah'm heer mah, right undah ur luv handl' fol'
Ah'm heer mah, right undah ur luv handl' fol'
*blam*
That there froggie durn look tasty.
Dives in front of the stranger's gun. A gout of yellowy fat splatters out from the bullet hole
DON'T YEW BE A-SHOOTIN' ON MY FROGGYBOY!
Git yerself ouuta the way, ya big cow! You too, Mammy!
*blam*
*blam*
*KA-BLAM*
Hippeh ucky ucky.
*crinkles his nose*
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Whut in tarnashun is goin' on 'round hyar!
Sumwun check thet Privet Stash hippeh tuh see if'n he's breathin'. If he's not, throw him on the barbeh.
Dadgum hippeh ankle biters 'n' commie robots are enuff tuh make muh hed spin.
Hillbilleh, hyar's a PBR tuh drown yer sorrows.
*tosses Hillbillie a PBR*
They's good eatins.
*BUUURP*
Ayup.
He ruined my best Sunday-go-to-coven muumuu!
Filthee hippeh ...