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*wraps his blankey around his neck like a cape* 'ERE I COME PRETTY LADY!!! *jumps off building*
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What was I THINKING!?
*Face palms.*
You weren't... As usual...
You like Magic?
"Why you gotta be so, roo-oo-oode?"
Because the world deserves.
Tsc... Someone clean these troll innards from the sidewalks... Where is that blond girl?
Cleanup crew, over here! As you can see, you've got some work to do, mopping up troll blood.
I'm too good to touch this mess... You're the walking home appliance... Do your job and clean this up.
Pity about your genitals.
Win 2.1 BETA, i hold it now.
Away with thee, mickey mouse...
For the last time, I turned them permanently into gorillas!
Your definition of "permanently" seems a bit too generous.
So does that make him a Ratilla?
For once, longshanks has point. But he still lose to goblins.
:floats to the ground, safely touching down:
Poor poor troll. This is why it is a nice thing being one of my kind!
:casts prestidigitation on MBT's corpse:
What did I miss? Not the win apparently....
Yawn. Dat wuz a good nap,
Ferocious George, for napping on the job you must thwack either yourself or one of your teammates over the back of the head.
HEY PRIVATE TINY DA BOSS HAS A JOB FOR YA GIT OVER HERE!!!!!
Rats, goblins and monkeys... I'll grab my flamethrower.
Longshank not worthy of flamez, ZORONGAL FIRE!!!!! *overpowered burning hands in Alastor's face*
Nice! Burn the filthy human!
As if some 3rd degree burn could diminish my impeccable beauty...
Hmmmm. I'm out til youse guys get all dis fire slingin outta yer systems.
Fine - but I get the gloaming!
:tackles A pastor, and proceeds to fly to the win:
Passing by IHIYC! I'm off to the win again!
:it seems that Auriea has taken Alastor's pants:
Fine, girl have longshanks' pants, but Poog in winning place.
I Hide In Auriea's Closet long enough to steal all HER pants! Then I wear them on my head! And I visit Poog and Gorilla Grodd and The Fiend Fantastic and put a pair of her pants on each of THEIR heads! HAAA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!
I'm proud of my magnificent thighs. You can keep my pants, blondie... I'll have the win.
No shoes, no pants, no service.
And no win!
Pants...made of calamari.
Why is no one doing it as I speak?
Never mind, winning is gratification enough.
*Assumes a cheesy, fake, foreign accent.*
Hello! I'm your new neighbour and I wear trousers on my head!
*Puts a comb between nose and mouth.*
I'm Italian!
(Just to be clear, this is meant as a joke. It's not meant to be offensive in anyway.)
I am winning again, how convenient.
Oh, yeah? Santa Claus is not real!
Neither is the win! Or any of us, for that matter!
Alastor Solrider wrote: Oh, yeah? Santa Claus is not real! *sniffs* But...but...WAAAHHHHHH!!!!
If Santa isn't real then who just brought me the win?
Nobody bring you win, but....Poog wins again.
Triphoppenskip wrote: If Santa isn't real then who just brought me the win? Sandy Claws... But he delivered it to me.
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