Tell me, how's the Zon-Kuthongs Kickstarter going?
I'm fairly certain growing weed in this thread is against Paizo's policies.
More's the pity.
Good day.
I win again.
Gnomes! Crush them all i say!!!
Gnomes? Where? I could go for a snack.
Gnomes are nothing but high fructose corn syrup, MSG and sparkles - the Golarian equivalent of candyfloss.
Try halflings, the wholesome, free-range alternative.
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Ah yes, there's a slight problem with that...
*Points to the right showing a massive amount of large creatures that seem to be sharks on legs.*
The bulette breeding programme at the local zoo was a complete success, too much of a success as a matter of fact, because every single bulette has escaped and eating every halfling in sight!
Hear hear.
Hear hear.
THAT'S OFFENSIVE TO ANY DEAF POSTERS OUT THERE!!!!
WHAT!??!
WHAT!??!
I THINK HE SAID DEAD POSERS!!!
DREAD TOASTERS???!
Derp losers???
MILK AND TWO SUGARS, PLEASE.
Yes. Truly awful. Kids these days, huh?
Get off my lawn!
As of 5:00 this morning, I think you will find that it is now my lawn, old man!
If there isn't a bulette with your name on it, you'll be fine.
Though there might be a bullet with your name on it....or was that a bucket?
It was a bucket of bullets.
The NYC bulette was happy to provide.
I regularly send a bulette to my Valentine.
I regularly feed my Valentines to a Bulette
I'm afraid of undead land sharks. You know, Boo-lettes.
Owlbears. Flumphi. Quippers. (Heh. Quippered snacks.)
I'm afraid of bralettes.
Brolettes are the absolute worst though. Who wants to clean up a bunch tunnels dug while the digger was drunk?
Hmm sounds interesting
Me winning is interesting.
*Pops out of a nearby tunnel, grabs the win, and retreats back into the tunnel, never breaking eye contact with I'm Hiding In Your Closet*
*Breaks out the 105mm howitzers, blows up the train, the tunnel, and everything else within a half-mile radius, then bellows at his troops to sieve through the debris until they locate the win.*
:is found in one of the craters, sitting in a chez-lounge, sunbathing nude, the Win nestled in his navel:
I'll be coming 'round the mountain when I Win.
I'll be coming 'round the mountain when I Win.
I'll be coming 'round the mountain, I'll be coming 'round the mountain,
I'll be coming 'round the mountain when I Win.
I'll be driving six white horses when I Win.
I'll be driving six white horses when I Win.
I'll be driving six white horses, I'll be driving six white horses,
I'll be driving six white horses when I Win.
They'll all come out to meet me when I Win.
They'll all come out to meet me when I Win.
They'll all come out to meet me, they'll all come out to meet me,
They'll all come out to meet me when I Win.
They will kill the old red rooster when I Win.
They will kill the old red rooster when I Win.
They will kill the old red rooster, they will kill the old red rooster,
They will kill the old red rooster when I Win.
We'll all have chicken and dumplings when I Win.
We'll all have chicken and dumplings when I Win.
We'll all have chicken and dumplings, we'll all have chicken and dumplings,
We'll all have chicken and dumplings when I Win.
Shh! Some of us are trying to win!
And some of us are just here to spoil the win for everyone else.
RRRRRAAAAWWWWWHHHHRRRRR
PIC-A-NIC BRAIIINNNSSS
PIC-A-NIC BRAIIINNNSSS
* points at GoatToucher *
You can find them over there.
* hands Fred and Alissa's bear each a salmon *
* Something something something BEAR PUN *
*Smacks Jokey with a salmon.*
* Something something something BEAR PUN *
*laughs uproariously*
Your best yet, Jokey!
MD, better go at him with a swordfish.