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*Driving train.
Beep Beep
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*Riding in the dining cart of the train, enjoying a lovely chicken dinner that Beep Beep requested to be made for me in exchange for not eating him.*
Delectable! Simply wonderf... hey! What's this?!
*Looks at the win, wondering how it got into my food, then getting bored with it.*
Bah! You can't eat metal! Away with you, golden orb!
*Tosses the win away, not caring where it goes.*
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*Slowly gets up, is hit in the head by the win, holds up a sign with OUCH!!! written on it, and falls back down*
Then i'll pick it up, and sell it on Ebay.
The when is not for sail.
You must be related to Jokey.
That's stereotyping sir!
I mean, he is, but still!
The when is not for sail.
Surrounded by pervs and now also imitators. What a life...
And now for something completely different.
I was expecting a sort of Spanish Inquisition. With fluffy chairs!
Edit: Oh, wait, wait. Maybe it was comfy chairs. Our weapons are three...
You'll have to wait a while. I'm afraid that their bus is stuck in traffic.
Then you are expecting them.
I am expectorating them.
My Special Power: Inquisitor Spit!
That not beat goblin spit.
(SPITS)
No, the Soft Cushion!
At least it wasn't the Relaxing Couch.
Or the leather-upholstered "examination" table.
Or the hardwood tallboy.
Careful, "tallboy" is a term of art to GoatToucher.
As is the new statue of frightened goats.
I helped at the sitting wherein the sculptor made the models. I had to keep those goats paralyzed with fear and dread for three straight hours. I'm still chaffed.
It was wonderful.
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*The train I'm riding in suddenly comes to a halt.*
Hey! What's the problem?!
*Looks out of the window and sees the Spanish Inquisition's bus blocking the tracks due to all four tyres being flat. Then pulls head back in and sighs heavily.*
Alright, I'll clear the way.
*Gets out of the train, quickly kills and eats every member of the Spanish Inquisition and tears the bus to shreds and creates a monument out of the debris. Finally, I got back on the train and retake my seat.*
The road's clear now, let's move.
What's the time, Mr Wolf?
SAFETY BEAR TIME I OWN TIME HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I HAVE MY OWN TIME ZONE!
You think it is your time? Too bad. Waluigi Time.
Poog winz, glory to goblin kind!
Meh, the Spanish Inquisition is like Hydra - kill one and two more take its place.
I'm surprised no one is repulsed by the fact I just murdered the ENTIRE Spanish Inquisition (who were on their way to help some orphans receive a new home and some much needed funds) so that the train I'm on was able to continue on its way.
You're such a meanie.
:fillets "heretic", finding The Win deep within the abdominal cavity:
I'm surprised no one is repulsed by the fact I just murdered the ENTIRE Spanish Inquisition (who were on their way to help some orphans receive a new home and some much needed funds) so that the train I'm on was able to continue on its way.
That's... not what the Spanish Inquisition does.
I'd recommend watching this helpful primer about the Inquisition.
A crock-e-o-dile, sir.
Don't confuse earth's Spanish Inquisition with Golarion's Spanish Inquisition, they only share the name, the activities they do are completely different. Which is why it's much more fun to murder them!
I must now correct you, BBWoK.
Golarion has no such place as "Spain". That would be an Earthly place. Now, there could well be a Chellish Inquisition. Though the Chellish Information Apparatus concerns itself with matters of state as much as religion.) There is most definitely a Nidalese Inquisition.
In Galt they call themselves 'Gray Gardeners'. Not religion based, but a sort of inquisition, nonetheless.
In Rahadoum, the inquisition is anti-religion in nature.
Is that a squirrel over there?
*Sneaks off with the win.*
SQUIRREL!!!!
Hey doggie, look!!!!!
...a Ventnor.
WHERE!?
VENTNOR!!!! ARF!!!ARF!!!ARF!!!
Dog!
DOG!?! WHERE!?! *sees own tail* Grrrr there he is. ARF ARF ARF!!! *chases tail until gets dizzy and falls over*
And don't you
Step on my pig faced bascinet.
~Spider-Pulg Spider-Pulg~
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*A distress call interrupts the merriment.*
"Hello? Can anyone here me? I am a nobleman from Taldor and I need help urgently! A terrible curse has fallen upon us, there are bloodthirsty beasts that walk on two legs like a human but hunt like wolves stalking the streets and as their numbers increase, the population seems to be getting smaller! The howling never ends! Please someone help..."
*The call is interrupted by a snarl and a gasp of surprise, followed by some desperate pleading before the signal goes dead with the following last words to be heard.*
"My, what big teeth I have! The better to eat you with!".
Booooooring. *Changes the channel*
The Waterhammer Chanel. There is stuff to see, and sounds to hear. It's fascinating.
*looks as if transfixed at the Waterhammer channel* Matt...... Damon....