Untitled III

[Larry Lichman]

Sho'nuff!

[Mike Welham]

Ayubetcha!

[Aberzombie]

Ah reckon so.

[Heathansson]

rikkin?

[Aberzombie]

Ayup.

[Heathansson]

reckin.

[Larry Lichman]

Ayup.

[Heathansson]

reckin tew.

[Heathansson]

ayyup.

[H.A.L.]

[Heathansson]

I ain't dayve yuh mowron.

[Kruelaid]

Dang computerin' hippie robots.

[taig's Heathansson]

Ayup.

[Heathansson]

dipple gangin varmint! heerza shotgum ferya!

[Trey]

Thet dubbledaingr amost had me fooled sept fer him bein in uh box an whutnot. On account uh bein uh warwoof, I buleev Heathy gazes et thuh moon til he loses his senses, caint look at hobbles an caint stand fences.

Caint fence him in.

[Aberzombie]

Ah reckon.

[Celestial Healer]

Trey wrote:

Thet dubbledaingr amost had me fooled sept fer him bein in uh box an whutnot. On account uh bein uh warwoof, I buleev Heathy gazes et thuh moon til he loses his senses, caint look at hobbles an caint stand fences.

Caint fence him in.

Yer alraht, owl-man.

[Butterfrog]

A+yup!

[Crimson Jester]

uh huh

[Larry Lichman]

Lotsa hippehs poppin' up on these bords lateleh.

[Celestial Healer]

Ah tell you whut, lich-man.

DANG HIPPEHS! GIT OFF MEH PROPERTEH BAFORE AH STARTS SHOOTIN!!!!

[Aberzombie]

Yew tellum CH. Goddang hippehs.

[Butterfrog]

shou'ah got fetch da anti-hippeh landmines?

[Aberzombie]

Ah reckon so.

[Celestial Healer]

Souns lahk a raht-fahn ahdeeuh, froggeh.

[Larry Lichman]

Thet froggeh's all raht.

[taig's Aberzombie]

Ayup

[Celestial Healer]

Ayup.

[Big Mammy Grillz]

Get them thar patchoulli-scented landmines Froggehboy, they's work the bestest.

[Mr.Fishy]

bdbvrfywr hippes novsbnvo;sbv;bw beer nivsfosdbns kids wdjawhn dog fniowhfwr critter wrjwJHGPSDFG0!!! GIT...AAAAAA!!

[taig]

That boy ain't raht.

[Mr.Fishy]

Mr. Fishy speaks southern draw and that what it sounds like to nonnatives.

[Larry Lichman]

Heh Fisheh, are yew a hippeh?

[Mr.Fishy]

Are you a functional retard?

[Urizen]

He sure can pluck dah banjee.

[Larry Lichman]

Dadgum it, Fisheh! No need ta git insultin'! Thet's sum high-falutin' speechifyin'. If'n yew ain't a hippeh, then say so.

[Big Mammy Grillz]

I'm a gettin' a hankerin for catfish and hush puppies. How 'bout y'all?

click click

[Aberzombie]

Ah reckon so.

[Celestial Healer]

Ah tell you whut, Mammeh.

[Aberzombie]

Sho nuff.

[Larry Lichman]

Ayup.

[Aberzombie]

Goddang hippehs.

[Aberzombie]

....

[Celestial Healer]

Ah tell you whut.

[Butterfrog]

Smells fishy in here...

[Celestial Healer]

Butterfrog wrote:

Smells fishy in here...

Ah guess Mammeh's gittin "ripe" agin.

[Larry Lichman]

Iz it bath time alreddeh? Ah thot sheh jest had a bath last month.

[Aberzombie]

Baths is fer goddang hippehs.

[Larry Lichman]

Ah thot hippehs didn't take baths. Sumthin' 'bout bein' natcherel.

[Aberzombie]

Well crap! Ah gess ah gotta go git me uh bath now. Ah ain't gonna be lahk them hippehs nohow.