He has been very good, really. He has just been sitting there in the corner, looking strangely ahead of him. Oh yes, he is still alive... Well, sort of moving, he twitches from time to time.
The next poster doesn't share my analysis.
You monsters! How could you do this to poor Snarlbite! You replaced his head on the wrong body!
The next poster is in charge of this hospital and will take full responsibility for this fiasco.
I do take responsibility indeed. And by "take responsibility," I mean "throw one of my subordinates under the bus to save my own skin."
The next poster is the subordinate in question.
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Ha! Ha! It'll take more than a puny bus to hurt Pul...
*Beep Beep!* VRRMMMM VRMMMM
The next poster has agreed to Raise me... for a price...
Indeed. I shall hoist him up the flag pole.
The next poster shall pay the price. The ultimate price.
I wandered lonely as a goat that don't get on with other goats
When suddenly I saw a sight that made the bile rise in my throat
For GoatToucher was standing there, as naked as when he was born,
All full of beer and beans and such and shouting that he'd got the horn.
The next poster is floating o'er vales and hills.
Son of a...help, I am stuck on this stupid hot air balloon and it is out of control, floating as the fickle winds of fortune would will, o'er vale and hill...so get me the hell down from here!
The next poster, kindly get me down safely from my hated out of control hot air balloon.
Your wish is my command. Now then, I'll just shoot the balloon with my Death Ray™.
Next poster, could you be so kind as to hand me my Death Ray™?
It was cruel of you to attach that bomb to the Death Ray, AoZK. Now Goddity has to screw his hands back on again!
The next poster has had it with all of these shenanigans.
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I have had it. Just you wait until I finish screwing my hands back on.
The next poster has also had it with all of these shenanigans.
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Photos are going at $100 each, until she notices.
The next poster saw GT in the shower.
AHHHHHHHHH NNNOOOOOO!!!!! ::fiercely rubbing eyes:: Get out of my head, GET OUT!!!
The next poster, please refurbish GT's bathroom so nobody ever has to see him in that bare state again, unless they choose to. (who would do that, I don't wanna know)
It's a sinkhole filled with Febreze on Misery Farm. Seriously, what is there to refurbish?
The next poster would like to share the specs for GM_Beernorg's Dream Home.
Indeed. The specs have completely black lenses, so I don't have to look at it any more.
The next poster sleeps at night.
On the night when i'm not on the nightshifts. And man, do i sleep well during the night.
The next poster had a blast at yesterday's new year's eve.
Yes, indeed. Or rather, several. All across the world, major detonations reduced previous centers of power to rubble and corpses, now putting me, me, ME in charge!
*pauses*
MWA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAA!!!
The next poster is unhappy about this and needs to debate what to do about my legions of DOOOM! sweeping the world with someone.
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Oddity Flakes! For all those aspiring odd people out there!
The next poster has a review of Oddity Flakes.
Oddity Flakes filled me up just fine, was not hungry at work or anything. It is just that....well...they tasted like nothing I have ever before eaten. I mean, I know they are called Oddity Flakes, but every mouth-full tasted different, blue cheese and oatmeal, iron fillings with strawberry, it was all very much a culinary confusion.
Yes, hacking to remove your request was difficult, but I've completed every part of it including that. GT will see you now.
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The next poster works at the Oddity Flake factory, and will tell us how they make their cereal so odd.
(umm, pardon my forgetting that second part of this game, I blame Monday and rum-nog)
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As I've previously explained...
The next poster will help me test my reanimation serum.
The syringe goes in here and the drainage tube goes in here.
Rats are such convenient creatures.
The next poster has been conducting reanimation experiments on things other than rats.
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Indeed. And the serum doesn't work on books, garbage bins, ultralight aircraft, C4, sachertortes, casette tapes, or bananas. Well, bananas go orange, but they are not reanimated.
The next poster will explain what I did wrong.
You forgot the secret ingredient:
"Love"
The next poster will explain how to extract "love" from test subjects in amounts suitable for industrial use.
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The procedure is well-established and very reliable, but also fairly labor-intensive and tedious. I will refer you to my distinguished colleague and his lovely assistant.
The next poster is preparing for The Floor Show....
Attaching nipple tassles to lino is a thankless task, but I'm just happy to be part of the team!
The next poster beat all the other girls to the bouquet.
It's mine and if you want it you'll have to pry it from my cold dead hands. Now who wants to buy it?
The next poster knows how much I can sell it for.
About 25 bucks, if dried, pressed and presented as artistic decoration.
The next poster has other uses for a bouquet.
Yes, unfortunately when i called Angus 'Red Devil' O'Hara, he was on vacation, thus unable to fix my car.
The next poster knows where in Ireland the pot of gold can be found.
The Wise Men say that the Pot O'Gold lies within each true heart.
I have done extensive investigation to this matter and found that this statement is not literally true.
The next poster will empty my bucket, but you probably don' want to look inside.
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*Raises trumpet to lips and plays 6 notes*
It is dinnertime for the next poster.
And I'm hungry for love.
The next poster knows how to heal a broken heart.
::holds blow torch:: I sure do, you melt it back together with lots of fire, hold still Pulg, this will only hurt...well it will hurt the whole time, and for months after, but hey, thats the cost of love.
The next poster knows how to fix Pulgs burnt fur and roasted heart.
Fire, and lots of it! Why there's -nothing- it can't solve!
The next poster owes me a deep tissue massage.
Emphasis on the deep.
Poog shove shank up big box of Kleenex tissues.
Next pozter be working on spreading the cult of Gord.
And lo, did the Prophet Gygax view the novels of the Realms that are Forgotten; sayeth he, 'Verily, I can do that', and he doth, spreading the Good News amongst us of He that was Born of a Giant Pussycat in Heaven and who is not at all similar unto the Grey Mouser, no sirree Ernest.
Ye next poster would like to refute the loathsome and heretical errors of Reformed Gordery, preferring as they do the True Doctrine of Orthodox Gorderation.
I like his knot.
The next poster is tied up at the moment.
Ah yes. I have finally found it. The alchemical process to turn gold into sludge! They will all bow down to my genius!!!
The next poster is indeed full of admiration.
Yes! Admiration was very tasty puppy, make Poog eat good.
Next pozter was once on piece of paper, labeled 'missing'.