Truth is, it was a pickle jar. The fool fell for my trap. Soon my takeover of the Jack clubhouse shall be complete!I think he crawled into the jar to get the last few cookies in there. Also, apparently many of the undead have trouble opening jar lids. :(I'm not really sure. I came home one day after arranging some promotional photo shoots, and there he was. Maybe he needed to send his body out for maintenance?You do realize that the boss is currently a disembodied brain in a jar right?Callous is the only one of us that has a brain. That's probably why he leads us. BTW, how did his brain get in that jar anyways?
In your dreams old man.
Truth is, it was a pickle jar. The fool fell for my trap. Soon my takeover of the Jack clubhouse shall be complete!You do realize that the boss is currently a disembodied brain in a jar right?Callous is the only one of us that has a brain. That's probably why he leads us. BTW, how did his brain get in that jar anyways?
You're powers are weak, old man.
Mr. President, I move that we adopt the rust monster as the official senate pet.
Seconded!
Unless the other houses disagree, of course.
*bangs gavel*
Wuhtarey'all, Freemason? We can't have Rusty the Poodle be our mascot. He likes to swim, and it turns the water all red and tangy. I hope that's from the rust.
But still, the motion carries. ALl in favor?
Aye!
Aye!
Aye!
....!
SPLOOOOOOOORRRRRRTCH!
Abstain.
What a crock!
What a crock!
What's wrong? Scared of a little, old rust monster?
What a crock!What's wrong? Scared of a little, old rust monster?
*throws an empty beer can at the puppet*
Aye!
*throws an empty beer can at the puppet*What a crock!What's wrong? Scared of a little, old rust monster?
I've got no strings
To hold me down
To make me fret, or make me frown
I had strings
But now I'm free
There are no strings on me
Hi-ho the me-ri-o
That's the only way to go
I want the world to know
Nothing ever worries me
I've got no strings
So I have fun
I'm not tied up to anyone
They've got strings
But you can see
There are no strings on me
Who in the blasted tarnation is puppeteering that thing!? It must be from a witch! Or a communist!
*prepares for witch-hunt*
Who in the blasted tarnation is puppeteering that thing!? It must be from a witch! Or a communist!
*prepares for witch-hunt*
Blue Fairy made me a real, live puppet! And, if I'm a good puupet, maybe one day she'll turn me into a real little jester.
Blue Fairy made me a real, live puppet! And, if I'm a good puupet, maybe one day she'll turn me into a real little jester.Who in the blasted tarnation is puppeteering that thing!? It must be from a witch! Or a communist!
*prepares for witch-hunt*
We can only hope.
*Signals to Secret Service to take down Creepy Puppet*
Nyah, Nyah! Can't catch me!
runs from thread
Nyah, Nyah! Can't catch me!
runs from thread
Stay still, ya barmy bugger.
I'd challenge them-thar puppets to fist-i-cuffs, but it seems somebody is already up to their elbows in them. *ahem*
*charges through the senate floor on hydra-back*
I'd challenge them-thar puppets to fist-i-cuffs, but it seems somebody is already up to their elbows in them. *ahem*
Sorry, we don't do fisticuffs. But if you stand still long enough, Punch will come along and bash your head with a stick.
I'd challenge them-thar puppets to fist-i-cuffs, but it seems somebody is already up to their elbows in them. *ahem*Sorry, we don't do fisticuffs. But if you stand still long enough, Punch will come along and bash your head with a stick.
He is always winging his wood around. If he plays too much, he's gonna go blind.
*ahem* as in he's gonna put an eye out.
Naah, that's just sill...OW! MY EYE!
I'd challenge them-thar puppets to fist-i-cuffs, but it seems somebody is already up to their elbows in them. *ahem*Sorry, we don't do fisticuffs. But if you stand still long enough, Punch will come along and bash your head with a stick.He is always winging his wood around. If he plays too much, he's gonna go blind.
*ahem* as in he's gonna put an eye out.
Filthy!
*jabs President pro tem with a knitting needle*
I'd challenge them-thar puppets to fist-i-cuffs, but it seems somebody is already up to their elbows in them. *ahem*Sorry, we don't do fisticuffs. But if you stand still long enough, Punch will come along and bash your head with a stick.He is always winging his wood around. If he plays too much, he's gonna go blind.
*ahem* as in he's gonna put an eye out.
::Throttles PPT with his trusty wood::
Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh!!!
*sneaks around, placing dynamite in hidden locations around the rotunda*
hehehehe
I'd challenge them-thar puppets to fist-i-cuffs, but it seems somebody is already up to their elbows in them. *ahem*Sorry, we don't do fisticuffs. But if you stand still long enough, Punch will come along and bash your head with a stick.He is always winging his wood around. If he plays too much, he's gonna go blind.
*ahem* as in he's gonna put an eye out.
::Throttles PPT with his trusty wood::
Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh!!!
He'p me! He's tryin' to choke me with his wood! Damn the Stick! The Stick!
The Representative of Kobold House moves that vulgar puns be banned from the Senate Floor.
Or, just vulgar puns about puppets. Or maybe just that particular pun. Or maybe, you know, this movement just be cancelled. This isn't some partisan witch hunt here.
He'p me! He's tryin' to choke me with his wood! Damn the Stick! The Stick!I'd challenge them-thar puppets to fist-i-cuffs, but it seems somebody is already up to their elbows in them. *ahem*Sorry, we don't do fisticuffs. But if you stand still long enough, Punch will come along and bash your head with a stick.He is always winging his wood around. If he plays too much, he's gonna go blind.
*ahem* as in he's gonna put an eye out.
::Throttles PPT with his trusty wood::
Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh!!!
Mr. PPT, with all due respect, nobody's going to choke on that tiny twig.
Mr. PPT, with all due respect, nobody's going to choke on that tiny twig.He'p me! He's tryin' to choke me with his wood! Damn the Stick! The Stick!I'd challenge them-thar puppets to fist-i-cuffs, but it seems somebody is already up to their elbows in them. *ahem*Sorry, we don't do fisticuffs. But if you stand still long enough, Punch will come along and bash your head with a stick.He is always winging his wood around. If he plays too much, he's gonna go blind.
*ahem* as in he's gonna put an eye out.
::Throttles PPT with his trusty wood::
Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh!!!
I said he was tryin', not that he was succeedin'!
scampers through the thread
scampers through the thread
Hey watch it bud!
Mr. President, I move that all internet trolls henceforth be publicly flogged with wet noodles, then dragged through a puddle of hot caramel, followed by a pile of crushed pecans.
Mr. President, I move that all internet trolls henceforth be publicly flogged with wet noodles, then dragged through a puddle of hot caramel, followed by a pile of crushed pecans.
That sounds delicious.
Mr. President, I move that all internet trolls henceforth be publicly flogged with wet noodles, then dragged through a puddle of hot caramel, followed by a pile of crushed pecans.
and
That sounds delicious.
The motion carries. All in favor of wet noodle whipping and caramel dunking of trolls say "Ho!", say "Ho! Ho!"
What? I'm hip!
Mr. President, I move that all internet trolls henceforth be publicly flogged with wet noodles, then dragged through a puddle of hot caramel, followed by a pile of crushed pecans.and
That sounds delicious.The motion carries. All in favor of wet noodle whipping and caramel dunking of trolls say "Ho!", say "Ho! Ho!"
What? I'm hip!
I'd like to add a rider that they also be doused in whipped cream and topped with a cherry.
What, I'm hungry.
Mr. President, I move that all internet trolls henceforth be publicly flogged with wet noodles, then dragged through a puddle of hot caramel, followed by a pile of crushed pecans.and
That sounds delicious.The motion carries. All in favor of wet noodle whipping and caramel dunking of trolls say "Ho!", say "Ho! Ho!"
What? I'm hip!
I'd like to add a rider that they also be doused in whipped cream and topped with a cherry.
What, I'm hungry.
Bailiff, you are hereby ordered to pistol whip yourself.
Bailiff, you are hereby ordered to pistol whip yourself.Mr. President, I move that all internet trolls henceforth be publicly flogged with wet noodles, then dragged through a puddle of hot caramel, followed by a pile of crushed pecans.and
That sounds delicious.The motion carries. All in favor of wet noodle whipping and caramel dunking of trolls say "Ho!", say "Ho! Ho!"
What? I'm hip!
I'd like to add a rider that they also be doused in whipped cream and topped with a cherry.
What, I'm hungry.
Mmmmmm... Pistol Whip....
<Strolls in>
<Opens a footlocker full of money.>
"Hi there!"
<Strolls in>
<Opens a footlocker full of money.>
"Hi there!"
Greetings sir!
*removes pants*
Greetings sir!
*removes pants*
AAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!! MY EYES!!!!
AAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!! MY EYES!!!!Greetings sir!
*removes pants*
Sorry, I didn't mean to get any in your eyes.
<snicker>
AAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!! MY EYES!!!!Greetings sir!
*removes pants*
Sorry, I didn't mean to get any in your eyes.
<snicker>
Naah man, it was the strain. I'm not used to seeing things that small.
Naah man, it was the strain. I'm not used to seeing things that small.AAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!! MY EYES!!!!Greetings sir!
*removes pants*
Sorry, I didn't mean to get any in your eyes.
<snicker>
Years of legislating have left me shriveled and nearly useless. It's a medical condition known as the Diminutive Caucus.
Bummer dude! You know what you need? Taxpayer funded Viagra!
Bummer dude! You know what you need? Taxpayer funded Viagra!
Pfizer is one of our most ardent supporters! They're a hard faction to deal with.