BLAM!!!!!!!!
After a wide miss, the pigeon hops off the weather vein and scurries through a hole in the roof of the barn
It do seem like that barn thar's become a nest fer vermin an' hippehs...
Who gots some flint an' tinder?
thays drenk.
Lands on the family shack and readies for the impending end of silence
Ah think Darth iz weighten on thet hippeh George Lucas ta dub in his "Noooooooo!" line
Yew wunna them kwiet types Darth Hippeh?
...
Ah think Darth iz weighten on thet hippeh George Lucas ta dub in his "Noooooooo!" line
ayyyup.
rekkin so.
Chicken butt
Theys breed like rabbits. Dope smokin', Patchouli smellin', Daddy's trust fund spendin' rabbits.
Rekkin
Who's a hippie?
Aim for his bong!
[Hides bong behind his back]
Friends, hippies, countrymen, lend me your ear...
Lend mr that that ear hippeh! I'll use it in my jumbaliah!
[Nimbly dodges between Big Mammy's legs and peers into the jumbalaya pot. Takes a deep sniff.]
Mmm-m--smells real good, ma'am. And you look as pretty as it smells, if you don't me saying so, ma'am.
Consairn hippeh is after meh virtue! GETTIM!
click click
BLAM
[Doses jambalaya with blotter]
Hee hee!
[Tastes soup, runs away]
Ah thunk dey dun went lookun fer dey pitchforks uhn torches. Sumpin bout lynchun trolls dey spotted lurken in duh neighburrhood.
Ahm still keepin ah lookout on dat barn fur dat wiley hippeh pigeon.
Wut.
Circles the Thread signaling his impending return, but stays well clear of any buck-shot.
ayyup.