That show got canceled ages ago, you know.
Over the teeth, past the gums, look out stomach, here it comes.
*takes Win, Hides it In Bob Dole's Closet* They'll never find it In here!
*Jumps out of Bob Dole's closet, where I've been hiding for the past 5 hours.*
Haha! I knew you'd do that!
Don't wish to worry you guys, but since I killed Bob Dole and had a pack of wild dogs eat his corpse, the house (and subsequently the closet) were utterly destroyed.
*searches rubble* finds win runs off with it
Fortunately for me, I used sleight of hand to switch the real win with a fake one. Because everyone knows that dragons are known for having nimble fingers.
It's a darn shame then, that you're all thumbs! :-D
Leggo of me, pervs!
*flies off*
Snatches win out of air and swallows it.
*Uses a patented GoatToucher technique to induce vomiting*
Ew just ew at this point I don't think that I want it
*puts The Win in a pachinko machine with all the other little balls, starts playing*
hmm ownder if it work better than the normal ping pong ball, or do you think its like a basketball size? how big is win?
*Rants so much that Win dies of boredom, grabs it while it is flying toward the light*
how big is it though old man? *listens for about 30 seconds* oh.. oh you don't stop
The win fits in the palm of your hand (no matter how big or small your hand is).
It fits other places as well... with some deep breathing exercises and a little bit of elbow grease.
You know what they say, don't stop 'till you get enough.
That means none of us have.
Ewwwww no no I don't want to touch it
You should have thought of that before you got involved in this thread! We're in it for the long haul now!
Oh noes!!! *bunkers down *
Shroud of Darkness, cloud their senses!
*Everything goes black and noone can see a thing (not even with dark vision).*
Good, let's see how they all fare scrambling for the win in the dark and in danger. Release the umbral dragons!
*Said dragons are indeed released.*
Oh, you found Hank the Umbral Dragon! I was wondering where he went!
in a home brew game I'm in we have a gay lych named larry that we occasionally run into when we can't get the whole group together, he makes great tea, made of the blood of his enemies.
Sounds like a great guy. Tell him that if he ever needs a job, I could always use a new doorman to greet guests (currently, only GoatToucher is willing to do it).
That is why you never have anyone visit more than once.
No many of them actually ended up entering.
But heaven knows I entered. Plenty of times.
That is so wrong in so many ways.
Barf buckets for sale, barf buckets for sale! Guaranteed to catch your vomit after all conversations with GoatToucher. Barf buckets not suitable for people who are really sickly and or vomit easily, T&C's apply.
Meanwhile, I am selling barf barrels. After all, is a bucket really big enough for a GoatToucher-induced yarf?
...YOU GONNA EAT THAT?
*eyes the barf barrel hungrily*
I'm selling SOAP! Bar, liquid, brand-name, artisanal, antibacterial, probiotic, you name it - SOAP! The world needs more SOAP!
I"m selling clones get the heck out of dodge while your clone tries to capture the win, and experiences all...this
Clones are a poor substitute for the real thing.
*lightbulb spontaneously comes on In Your Closet*
Hey, Bleached Otyugh! I just figured out what to call that, uh, signature recipe of yours: Pestilentchialadas!
Didn't Bleached Otyugh win Top Chef that one time?
Maybe in the Korean version....
No, I think you'll find he he won in the TAIWANESE version. GoatToucher won in the Korean version.
I think GoatToucher won the Cantonese version. Korea is...definitely the best venue for Bleached Otyugh. If you don't understand why, you might not want to.
GoatToucher might be the only thing Bleached Otyugh ever coughed out or refused to eat.
In other news, seeing the north Korean anchor lady is hilarious.
As are scare pranks...
I hear even the Nasty Orc refuses to eat anything GoatToucher has handled.
I am told I taste... uncomfortable.
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