I am number .5. Linguistics.
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Make a Linguistics check.
Charles Scholz wrote: Language!
What are you, five? It got censored anyway, but i'm sorry if I've scarred you for life. It doesn't matter, however, seeing that THIS *Points to RPG* is going into THAT *Points to your face*
Which RPG?!?! G-Core, DnD, Woof Meow, Shadowrun? THere are hundreds, if not THOUSANDS, of RPGs on the market!
Im talking about the ROCKET LAUNCHER that fires a ROCKET (R) PROPELLED (P) GRENADE (G). You're dumber than I thought.
Oh... why didn't you say so? I win. I'm slightly offended, but I win.
You've also been slightly offended, but no one cares about that either.
*catches it in midair, whispers that #3 has to Mr. Cool Guy now, and throws it back at the hated Crispy., while shouting %#$!@%^#$!#&%!$#^!@%*
Mimes can't talk. Your argument is invalid.
*Throws second combat axe causing the first one to ricochet to Mimes 1-7*
*scatters, and speaks for the first time*
Vernietig die uitgeworpene Crispy!
If you are going to speak, then have something worth saying, Dave.
I can't allow that, Dave.
Nor can I for I-! (gobbles the thread)
*pulls it out and wins. again*
Put that away, this is a family-friendly thread.
The thread, not my #1 baseball bat. *hits him with a Louisville Slugger.*
*waddles in wearing hockey skate on one wing, golf club strapped to other wing, deflated soccer ball on one foot, softball balanced atop other foot, and a protective cup on his bill*
Prark?
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Mmmmmmmmmrrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhhh.
CHK CHK, BOOM!
*shoots +4 fire shotgun*
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You take care of the zombiepocolypse, I will take the win.
!%#$!%^#$@!%^$#!^$#%^!@$#%^!$#&*!$#!#@^%! (Throws fireaxe.)
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I don't care what you say. The win is still mine, mime.
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Sorry, saying your name does not give you the win.
Powdered Toast Man!!!!!!!
Seems to work. Now cling tenaciously to my buttocks.
YAAR, ye dinnae say yer name so ye dinnae win.
I M Weasel thinks it was perfectly clear.
Shotguns are no substitute for a long barreled cannon.
And a long-barreled cannon no substitute for an Alkenstar artillery piece!
YAAR, I prefer a brace o' flintlock pistols and me trusty cutlass.
And me two broadswords and the power of the waves!
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"Sea-Fever"
I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
By John Masefield (1878-1967).
1 3 5 7 9...
Odd enough for you?
Who cares about odd ?
I win. Clear and simple. Weep !
I am hungry. I eat you for win.
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