Count Reiner Heydrich |
It really is bleach, just not the bleach people are familiar with, here read it for yourself.
*Hands a bleach bottle to Pulg, who then reads (thankfully to himself) the chemical mixture. And watches him spontaneously combust.*
Well, THAT was to be expected. I'm just going to leave him here, he'll be fine, Pulg always manages to not die.
Pulg |
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*We see tiny black flakes of ex-Pulg float down all around us, then behold! Before our eyes, the Miracle of Evolution unfolds, as the inert fragments of carbon form a rich soup of amino acids. Then, single-celled Pulgs emerge, then invertiPulgs, then the pinnacle of hairy creation stands before us, as magnificently dandruffed as he was the day before!*
I can think of better ways to spend a Tuesday, to be bluntly honest.
Count Reiner Heydrich |
*Consults a star chart.*
It says here that whoever secures the win ten posts after mine will have it for a whole week until they unexpectedly explode. But fret not, for there is a way out, in order to avoid getting exploded you must willingly get yourself shanked by a goblin (or another goblin if you happen to be one yourself) within three days of your victorious post.
GoatToucher |
Well, there are several ways to go about it. We could engage in a full body shave (always fun), a dip in a tank of depilatory ointment (also nice), there is always a full body wax/genital electrocution package (they go together better than you'd think), and lastly, we could cast your body in latex and craft a "bald suit". This would not breathe, would be almost unbearably hot, and produce the foulest aromas the humanoid body is capable of.
I highly recommend it.
I'm Hiding In Your Closet |
*begins tossing out bald caps*
One for Uncle Teddy...*THWIIIP!*
One - no, count 'em, TEN! - for the Count...*THWIP!THWIP!THWIP!THWIP!THWIP!THWIP!THWIP!THWIP!THWIP!THWIP!*
One for Pulg - sorry, these're all I got...*THWIIIP!*
One for The Game Hamster...*flop*
One for Grandpa Wonderbra...*forms mini-black-hole-of-baldness*
One for Sissyl...*THWIIIIII-IMPAAAAALE!*
Chuck Les, Son of Jokey |
*begins tossing out bald caps*
One for Uncle Teddy...*THWIIIP!*
One - no, count 'em, TEN! - for the Count...*THWIP!THWIP!THWIP!THWIP!THWIP!THWIP!THWIP!THWIP!THWIP!THWIP!*
One for Pulg - sorry, these're all I got...*THWIIIP!*
One for The Game Hamster...*flop*
One for Grandpa Wonderbra...*forms mini-black-hole-of-baldness*
One for Sissyl...*THWIIIIII-IMPAAAAALE!*
One for me too? Why, thankya! Alopecia-te it very much!
Count Reiner Heydrich |
Please, whatever you do, keep him away from me! I just can't stand the SMELL! And no, I'm not talking about the "aftershocks" you get from eating beans or even the odour of the beans themselves (mind you, both are quite unpleasant) it's the fact that the Lord President wears cheap aftershave and THAT'S the odour I can't stand (not the aftershave, the cheapness).
*Consults the star chart again before putting it in the recycling bin.*
And according to the chart, The Game Hamster is the person who is destined to either explode or get shanked by a goblin.
The Game Hamster |
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Please, whatever you do, keep him away from me! I just can't stand the SMELL! And no, I'm not talking about the "aftershocks" you get from eating beans or even the odour of the beans themselves (mind you, both are quite unpleasant) it's the fact that the Lord President wears cheap aftershave and THAT'S the odour I can't stand (not the aftershave, the cheapness).
*Consults the star chart again before putting it in the recycling bin.*
And according to the chart, The Game Hamster is the person who is destined to either explode or get shanked by a goblin.
EXPLODE? SHANKED BY A GOBLIN!
how Preposterous.Absurd.
The highest degree of inanity!
*Is stabbed by a hundred goblins, while simultaneously blowing into a million pieces*
*Reforms a minute later*
Huh.
I guess it really happened...