He's jumpinaround too much. I'm off ta find da flamethrowa.
GWORF.
*goes for hippeh leg*
"Here you go boy" *Throws side mirror from rusted car, continues playing hacky sack*
" Hey hicks,is Phish coming to town soon?"
*grabs mirror, shakeshakeshakeshakeshakeshake*
*buries*
*resumes trying to Get The Ball*
"Sorry doggy dude, I do have a dirty sock tied in a knot if you want to play tug of war, come on boy!"
Elder God. I don't know. Maybe Mammy can duh somtin about it.
Yew summuned me wyrmy? What's alla this ruckus abaout?
Dang Hippeh won't stand still long enough fur us to git him good. Plus he's put a hex or somesuch on Grue. Don't know why dat dog likes im. Must be somtin the hippeh smokes...
Can ya git on Old One ta chase after dat Hippeh?
*tries to take a hand*
*As dog gets close, exhales pot smoke in dogs face*
"Hehehehehehe, lets get the dog high"
*vomits darkness on hippeh's shoes*
"Do the old ones party" hehehehehe
Mammy shakes her head, jowls wobbling
"Let me see what ciphers and portents I cain dig up outta my granpappy's book"
She stumps into the shanty, then stumps back with a large leather grimoire under her massive arm She opens it and begins to chant
"FRAYOK AZ-SELIM KHARA AL-THURRA!!!"
Darkness descends on the narrow valley
A greenish puff of smoke appears, revealing a gangly figure dressed in a garish rayon top and faded jeans
Whooah!! That was trippy!
looks annoyed
That went wrong
Brightens
Weal we gots extry vittles for the holidays!
*Man that is crazy sh7t im smoking*
"Hey man do you party"
with a shotgun!
Destroys Hippeh's joint
*grabs new hippeh by the leg and drags him toward the soup pot*
Hey Man leave that dude alone
*gets into tug of war with dog*
This is kinda fun hehehehehehe
Hay I ain't no chew toy! Leggo you crazy mutt. Hey moonflower! Stop tugging on me! You're harshing my buzz, dude!
Sorry bro, just trying to get the dog off you.
*Exhales more smoke at the dog*
Hehehehehehehehehe
*Dances out of the way*
"I'm like jackie chan in drunken master man, Hiya!"
The Blood! The Blood!
*The unwashed hemp shirt that the hippeh is wearing grinds the chainsaw teeth off*
That kinda tickles, could you do my lower back man. Heehehehehehehehehe
I declare, this batch of hippehs is stubboner than a revenooer smelling a shine still up the hillside a-way.
If mystic chants ain't the trick than it's time to
*click click*
Hippeh. Is that yer leg lyin' on the groun'? Looks lahk yeh maht be bleedin' out.
No I'm just happy to see you heheheeheheheh..Hey wheres my new bud?
*lights yet another joint*
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Mebbe if'n we start singen?
Well, life's on a farm is kinda laid back,
ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack.
It's early to rise, early in the sack thank God I'm a country boy.
Well, a simple kind of life never did me no harm,
raising me a family and working on the farm.
My days are all filled with an easy country charm, thank God I'm a country boy.
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
When the sun's coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
And life ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddle, thank God I'm a country boy.
When the work's all done and the sun's setting low,
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow.
The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low, thank God I'm a country boy.
I'd play Sally Gooding all day if I could,
but the lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good.
So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should, thank God I'm a country boy.
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
When the sun's coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
And life ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddle, thank God I'm a country boy.
I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels,
I never was one of them money hungry fools.
I'd rather have my fiddle and my farming tools, thank God I'm a country boy.
Yeah, city folk driving in a black limousine,
a lotta sad people thinking that's-a mighty keen.
Son, let me tell you now exactly what I mean, thank God I'm a country boy.
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
When the sun's coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
And life ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddle, thank God I'm a country boy.
Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died,
and he took me by the hand and held me close to his side.
He said, "Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride,
and thank God you're a country boy.
My Daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle,
he taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle.
He taught me how to love and how to give just a little,
thank God I'm a country boy.
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle.
When the sun's coming up, I got cakes on the griddle.
And life ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddle, thank God I'm a country boy.
*howls along with the song*
Arooooooooo!! AROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
*Listens intently*
"OH Cool, You got a pipe and a draedel? Where are the cakes I got the munchies?
It's a sad day in New Dunwich.
ayup
Enny buddy els gata hankerin fer sum long pig?
Whattin da hell is lawn pig. Taint me izit