Well, hello there, little friend.
* gives John the Rat a cookie *
If you give a rat a cookie...
That's mouse, actually.
* gives The Game Hamster a cookie *
Now what happens when you give one to a game hamster?
He eats it of course.
...
Wait a minute...
Why do you ask?
...
What did you expect to happen?
*Watches the Hamster eat the cookie*
*Strikes with his dogslicer when the hamster wasn't paying attention*
Chopped hamster!! Food!!!
*Is sliced in half*
*both halves crawl away, and then pick themselves up, and mold back together*
"Hmmm... it's been ages since I was cut in half."
The Hidden Link between hamsters and trolls - REVEALED!
Hmmm, yes, that's what I thought would happen.
* gives The Game Hamster a cupcake and "THE" Poog of Zarongel an open jar of pickles *
Now what will this result it?
Well, I'm full from the cookie.
It was a rather large cookie.
*Blinks at the jar of pickles*
Things are green...like goblins, is good.
Things have warts, like some goblins too.
*Tastes a pickle*
Things taste nasty, like goblin temper. This good!!!
*Hands Gramps Wonderbra a necklace made of bird feathers and the skull of a sparrow as a gift.*
* takes the necklace and puts in on *
I thank you for this wonderful gift. If you wish for more pickles you can find some in the barrels over by the banquet table.
"Oh, whatever"
*eats the cupcake*
Uh Oh we're full rp thread now.
Nope, just whatever mood we're in.
I'm in the mood for chocolate.
AND... we have a lot of mood swings too.
NO WE DON'T!!! SHUT UP!!!
I'm in the mood for Leo Sayer in a pitta bread, with tahini and maybe a little chili sauce.
No elder god you worship can compare to the most terrible of them all, the Yuge One.
old ones eh. well call me beardthulu
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Hairstur
POOG-SOTHOTH!!!!
Stubble-Niggurath
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Bob.
Pulg, The Brown Doormat of The Woods With 1,000 Bottles of Young's Bitter.
*Thinks about different great old ones*
"Ah, whatever, all the good ones are taken, I'll just make my own."
*Transforms into a whirling black mass of tentacles, chaos, and insanity*
"Huh, so that's how it feels to be an elder god"
*shifts back into hamster form*
"We should play that again sometime"
Ah sanity such a fragile thing.
I'm lucky in that aspect - never had any sanity to lose.
Ah sanity such a fragile thing.
Yet that is what makes it beautiful.
Beautifully delicious.
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Yes he did, Master Wolf. I am happy for you two. Now, what to give as a gift?
Northwatch? It's amazing how some folks just can't stand losing at Blackjack. But I don't think we'll have to worry about them anymore.
(Fred burps in the background)
Wow, nearly twelve hours of winning.
I'll go ahead and take that WIN off of your no-doubt, tired hands.
(Snatches away the winning place)
poor poog never holds it for long
This time!
no
Maybe This time!
Curses Foiled again! *is all shiny at least and the aliens can't read my thoughts now*
It's no picnic for us regular mind-readers either, ya know!
*ques x-files theme song*
Frasier,you're so corpulent that when you sit around the magnificently appointed Tuscan villa you sit AROUND the magnificently appointed Tuscan villa.
A man and his son have been estranged for many years. Neither of them are quite sure when or why they stopped talking to each other. Then one day, the son gets the news that his father is dying. The son sells everything that he has to afford the plane tickets he needs to get to the city where his father is. After several hour-long delays, the son finally manages to make his way to the hospital, and into his dad's room.
The son says, "Dad, I'm here."
His father responds, "Hello Here, I'm Dad."
The man then remembers why he stopped talking to his father and leaves.
-_- I'm just going to bold the third word in your name now maybe increase the font size.
A woman receives a phone call from the hospital that her husband has just been brought to the emergency room. Understandably worried, she gets into her car and drives over to the hospital. She gets there just as her husband is getting out of surgery, and she manages to talk to one of surgeons who operated on him.
She asked, "What happened to my husband?"
The surgeon answered, "He was in a terrible accident. We had to basically amputate his entire left side just to give him a fighting chance."
Deciding to get straight to the point, the woman then asked, "Do you think he's going to make it?"
The surgeon smiles, and says, "I wouldn't worry, Ma'am. Your husband will be all right."