Untitled III

[Grue in the Attic]

*sniff sniff*

*snort*

GWRF.... RRRRRRRRRRRR...

[Celestial Healer]

Whatcha smell, Ole Grue?

[Hippy posing as a Redneck]

Whatcha... like... Sniffin' at.... uh.... Little buddy?

[Aberzombie]

Goddang hippeh!! Sumbuddy shoot this sumb!@$!!

[lucky7]

Nyo! Nyo!~ Don't ashoot! I'm a livin, breathin parson! Terust me!

[Aberzombie]

Yer a dang hippeh!

BLAM!

BLAM!

BLAM!

[Grue in the Attic]

GROWOWOWOWOWOWOROROROROROROWOOWOWROFFFF!!!

*CHOMP!!!!*

[Celestial Healer]

DANG HIPPEHS!

GIT OFF MEH PROPERTEH!!!

BLAM!
BLAM!
BLAM!
BLAM!

[Butterfrog]

Save me sum hippehs!

*sharpens the knives*

[Hippy posing as a Redneck]

What?

[Aberzombie]

Dang hippeh! Mebbe we awtuh call up them Old Ones tuh et this sumb$+!+.

[Big Mammy Grillz]

I needs sum hippehs fer soup stock. I's makin hippeh noodle

[Celestial Healer]

Souns rul fahn.

[Butterfrog]

Ayup

[Big Macintosh]

Eeyup.

[Larry Lichman]

Dadgum hippehs! Git in Mammeh's soop pot!!

[lucky7]

I be okaeh! Whut yu seh bout soop? AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

[Aberzombie]

Ah cain't stand them dang hippehs. They's alwuz chantin n'such. Git 'em all inna stew put, ah sez.

[lucky7]

Ahma loyel mercan, lahk yu! Geh meh ouw of te poh!

[Celestial Healer]

He don' talk lahk a hippeh.

[lucky7]

Neh, I darn't. Hayulp meh!

[Aberzombie]

Whelp! Ah gess if'n CH is vowchin fer ya, yew ain't no hippeh. Mammy! We got uhnuther mouth tuh feed.

[Celestial Healer]

Yer fahn, Luckeh. That ain't the soop pot yer in. That thar's the spittoon. 'swhar Ah leave all meh tabaccah spittins.

[Aberzombie]

Reckin.

[Hillbillie]

Anywun got sum possum stew?

[Aberzombie]

Ayup. Mammy's got sum innat cawldrun over yonder.

[Sky Wyrm]

Rolls unconsciously in the corner of the shack with a bottle of moonshine in one hand and the Good Book in the other

mumbles something incoherently about Cindy Lee and the sins of intercourse

[Celestial Healer]

Thet wyrm feller's havin some odd dreams, looks to be.

[BluePigeon]

Flies across the thread and worries about nothing

[Hillbillie]

Is this lass yeer's possum?

[Big Mammy Grillz]

Laws, I make possum stew an' all i gets is complaints!

[Aberzombie]

Ah ain't gonna complane, Mammy. Possum's wunna mah favrits.

[Hillbillie]

Ah wuz makin a compleemint. Mose times th possum's fore yeers old, an it tastes gamy.

[Sky Wyrm]

Ah fond dis on the side of the road.

Throws dead possum on the floor in front of Aberzombie and Big Mammy Grillz

[Awesome O. Possum]

Peaches darling! Is that you?

Looks at dead possum roadkill

[Aberzombie]

Goddang hippeh...possums?

[Big Mammy Grillz]

More meat for the pot! Get that varmit!

click click

*BOOM*

[Aberzombie]

Ah shor do lahk more food inna pot.

[Spanky the Leprechaun]

ayup

[Spanky the Leprechaun]

rekkin

[Aberzombie]

Dang skippeh.

[Celestial Healer]

Ah tell you whut.

[Aberzombie]

Yup.

[Sky Wyrm]

Dang hippeh repeats.

Kicks the old phonograph machine

Music ain't been the same since Lynnard Skynnard crashed their aeroplane.

[lucky7]

They wuht! Oh nyo! Whut abouwut mah tickehts!!!

[Aberzombie]

.......

[lucky7]

Aye wuz kahned!

[Aberzombie]

Ah ain't shor whut yer tawkin bout.

[Sky Wyrm]

Ayes got the geloppy fixed. Fellin' like Jed clampin heading west. Anyways, Iam off fur a long drive. See ya in about two or three days.

I hope Big Mammy Grillz has them viddles cookin when I come back. viddles begin the Elder Ones.

Puts shot gun in the back seat with blankets, lugguage, and three jugs of moonshine

Ey Grue, wanna go fur a ride West?

[Celestial Healer]

Mebbe we should all go! It'll be lahk the Beverleh Hillbillehs, but with more inbreeding and extradimensional horrors.