The Earth's axis is tilted 22.5 degrees.
Ooh, a party! I have just the treats.
* looks through recipe cards *
I even have some special treats for our nocturnally-inclined friends. I certainly hope nobody is allergic to dragon's blood.
We've got a big gig coming up, fairies - better get practicing!
skwerskwerskwerskwerskwer, skwerskwerskwerskwerskwer, skwerskwerskwerskwer, skwerskwerskwerskwer.
Ahh. Music to my ears.
*Yawn*
What is that awful noise?
*hypnotic powers*
I told you to go back to sleep.
Okay.
*Zzzz*
She is going to be a problem.
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And I have the perfect solution! Just remember, now that you are a vampire, all your deepest, darkest desires will now be brought to bare! In other words, you said that you don't like accordion music because you actually love it to a similar extent that GoatToucher does whenever he has a new "plaything" in his workroom.
We've always been of two minds, but until now she was the dominant one.
No more.
Now it is my turn shine in the darkness.
Orcus bids us shine like an impure light,
Like a corpse-fat candle, burning in the night,
In this World of Darkness (tm), we-e-e must shine,
You in your sarcophagus, and I in mine!
i bet ya donna thought I was defeated dinna ye?
I'M not dinner, YOU'RE dinner.
Isn't that right, Vampire Schism?
He doesn't seem that friendly.
The clown knows all.
Knowledge: your closet
Knowledge: Winning.
Knowledge: Charlie sheen
Lack of self-knowledge: Charlie Sheen.
Lack of caring: Charlie Sheen
Knowledge: fastest dead horse ever.
You're not warriors. You're pigs! Toa thonna mondarr! Nocklith! Vohkbar! YOU'RE ALL PIGS! PIGS!'
No wait that wasn't Xerxes that was Queen Bavmorda my bad.
Orcs = warrior pigs (war pigs), surely?
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Genrals gathered in their masses,
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction,
Sorcerer of death's construction
In the fields the bodies burning,
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind,
Poisoning their brainwashed minds
Oh Lord yeah
Its the weekend.
Strike up the band.
Time to get my party started.
I know everyone will have a good time.
Sooo many vampires.
If you were a pirate it would be Argh! Blah!
I can do 'ee a blah transplant, should yer condition require it.
Does he have a bad case of lily-liver?
Look what is coming next.
>.>
???
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Think about
how most
everyone goes through
existence
yearning only for a life of
ease,
only to get sucked into
fighting endless
Punic War sequels for the
old and bitter.
Terrible, isn't it?
All I ever wanted was
to make people laugh.
Ohhhh, noooo, though! That next
Sunday made me shiver, with each new
E-mail I'd deliver.
Evil was at my doorstep; I couldn't take one more
step.
AOL is still around, you know. I
left that cesspit of
losers years ago!
Quite true.
You cannot hope to hoodwink the potato.
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*is nodding off*
"Hey, wake up! Didn't you see something before the Slaad posted? Something that isn't there anymore?"
"Wh-what? What happened? Did a point to this thread show up?!?"
"I said I thought I saw something I wasn't *sure* was there *anymore*, I didn't say anything about something I KNEW was NEVER there!"
"D'OOOH-HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
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*Appears on the stage.*
And now, ladies and gentlemen, Vidmaster7 shall make his most death defying stunt yet! He will ride his jet powered motorcycle onto a ramp, flying off this very stage and landing safely in the balcony where The Balcony-Seat Hecklers are. Whom, for their own safety, have already been chained up and bolted down to their chairs while they were sleeping.
*A hushed silence descends over the audience.*
And now, ladies and gentlemen, I give you: Vidmaster7!
Airports are just an elaborate QA testing system of the computer systems running the airport.
Shut it down.
*Does the thing*
*bows*
*Blows a fanfare*
No encores. no encores.
Cars replaced oxen like robochefs replaced fast food workers.
Shut it down.