*Honks their way through 'The Girl From Ipanema', stripped to the waist and writhing lasciviously*
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*Points to an infant, wrapped in orange silk cloths, which happens to be a clone of GoatToucher!*
A simulacrum, I assure you: a transmogrified piglet, by the smell.
Not being born of any sexual union (nor being possessed of cells) cloning is quite impossible.
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Sorry about that, IHIYC, some idiot knocked over one of the bottles of chaos energy that GoatToucher makes for you. But don't worry, there's still plenty of the stuff and if it is needed, GoatToucher can create some more (he recently acquired a new batch of chaos energy when he was performing a most horrible and fascinating demonstration on Yorg Warp-Heart).
"Essence of Yorg": a flavored vintage of GoatToucher Brand chaos energy.
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THIS, however, is a gateway to a dimension that makes GoatToucher's workroom look like heaven.
Silly Count: my workroom is heaven!
I don't know that I would trust GT with examining my brain.
Well you will be relieved to hear that, whatever your misgivings, the choice will be quite out of your hands before too long.
*Runs away, trousers around ankles, playing 'Yaketty Sax' with great enthusiasm*
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So, pray do tell me GoatToucher, when can we expect to see your next demonstration?
*Rubs hands together with eager anticipation.*
And, more importantly, who is to be your volunteer? I intend to take notes this time!
*Meanwhile, Claw the giant monkey has successfully caught Saucy Saxofon Fairy Pulg and mauls the unfortunate creature to death (and possibly violates it too).*
*Looks at Vidmaster7 in total disgust.*
Oh really now, that is just being WAY too presumptuous and not funny in terms of a joke either!
*Continues to ply his wares with Malvel and talks to GoatToucher about the next demonstration.*
wtf?
wtf?*Looks at Vidmaster7 in total disgust.*
Oh really now, that is just being WAY too presumptuous and not funny in terms of a joke either!
*Continues to ply his wares with Malvel and talks to GoatToucher about the next demonstration.*
Defensive about his fellow mad scientists, I guess....
*resumes trying to suck out Vidmaster7's brain*
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*starves*
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*gags on hairball*
I guess so.
*gags on hairball*
Wasn't mine. I deposit all of mine in Poog's laundry basket.
I need no assistance in the creation of hair balls.
I am the hair balls.
Well their you have it.
Don't you have a similar issue with circuitryballs?
It is also a condition one can acquire via intimate relations with a newly activated android, full of hope and just learning about the world.
This process, of course, deprives said android of the aforementioned hope, and teaches him a very important lesson about the world. Very important indeed.
At any rate, there is, of course, a GoatToucher Brand topical cream to ease said malady. A companion to GoatToucher Brand Butt Lotion, GoatToucher Brand Nut Lotion contains twice the government suggested antibiotic content.
As well as a special, -secret- ingredient of my own devising.
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Indeed, Malvel and I often have to buy those products for our creatures more regularly now.
*Shrugs off the expense. Considering it as a safeguarding investment.*
The both of us are thankful, by the way GoatToucher, for allowing us to help you with your demonstrations. Though it will be said to only talk about it and let you do all the work (which is ALWAYS the best part). And for our end of the bargain Malvel and I will let you have full reign to use our creations in all of your future demonstrations. As it will still be both entertaining and enlightening!
I'm hungry. Who would like to feed me?
Claw, The Giant Monkey, will make you a sunevitch.
I've never heard of a grammar gorilla.
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*Uses a special handheld device to administer a tranquilizing fluid straight into Koko's neck.*
This one will be perfect for GoatToucher to use!
*As Koko is tied up while being sedated, Malvel casts a spell to turn the kitten into a hellcat.*
Very nice! Let's see who can handle it. Comte de Malodor perhaps? Or maybe Vidmaster7?
*Smiles a nasty smile, as the hellcat is unleashed!*
A whole bunch of monkeying around going on in this thread.
*Uses a special handheld device to administer a tranquilizing fluid straight into Koko's neck.*
This one will be perfect for GoatToucher to use!
*As Koko is tied up while being sedated, Malvel casts a spell to turn the kitten into a hellcat.*
Very nice! Let's see who can handle it. Comte de Malodor perhaps? Or maybe Vidmaster7?
*Smiles a nasty smile, as the hellcat is unleashed!*
Well, I should be able to. Either I can blow it up with my battery of Hamster Howitzers, or, if it gets too close, I'll knock it unconscious with a single swing of my enormous 'wrecking balls'.
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That's the spirit, Comte de Malodor, that hellcat doesn't stand a chance!
*Cheers the French aristocrat on with much praise and encouragement.*
I'd like to see just how the hellcat gets the better of you...
*Sees a shadow behind Comte de Malodor while he's distracted by a fleshwarped creature.*
Look out, behind you!
*Unfortunately, the warning comes to late as the hellcat strikes, hacking Comte de Malodor to pieces.*
Now that's just, unfortunate, for you.
*Comte de Malodor (miraculously still alive) mutters bad words he learnt from Octave de Malodor.*
So many asterisks so little time.
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Ah! Zisprouffe! Enconculdenourrinè! Lathessipourre de la quenzeuresque! Les petites pussiplesques dans un dindichée guerguenierre! Desquochet!
Que?
Il wrongino languageo, matey.
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Excuse me, Comte de Malodor, if you could stop cursing your ancestors for a moment.
*Comte de Malodor stops cursing and looks at Dedrick, not exactly in the mood to talk.*
Now, don't go complaining about what happened, the hellcat could've attacked anyone (it just so happened to be you). Anyway, is your mother available? She still has my cube device and I'm curious to know if she wishes to conduct business with me. And as for putting you back together I'm sure that GoatToucher will help you.
I'll take your word on it.
Ah! Zisprouffe! Enconculdenourrinè! Lathessipourre de la quenzeuresque! Les petites pussiplesques dans un dindichée guerguenierre! Desquochet!
What did he say??
In English?
"Ah, clackflabs! Befoofoorump-casserole! Dampchumper of the yilpy-scrampalikes! Pipe the little qyff-wherrier in that clarty end-noyle-hamper! Snickflirt!"
That checks out.
A B start?
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And to think, I'M the crazy one! Just goes to show you doesn't it?
:looks up from attending to an unconscious Koko, supine on a chez lounge, holding her hand and mopping her brow with a cool linen cloth while Jambi looks on:
The crazy one? Hardly. A crazy one? Most certainly.
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I was poking fun at everyone else (except you). Also, what is this?!
*Holds a large internal organ in the left hand and studies the organic object carefully.*
This has got to be either the kidney of large baboon or the brain of Schism's mother.
*Promptly throws the object away, causing it to land on the ground and IHIYC to slip on it.*
Can I interest you in a business deal GoatToucher? Aside from the agreement Malvel and I have already made with you, would you be interested in acquiring some Robobeasts to use in whatever way you like?
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*slips, pratfalls, bounces around the room like a pinball, hitting everyone in it at least once (with the exception of Koko), causing in each case a 'BING' noise and the sudden appearance of glowing neon numbers in increasing multiples of 100, before landing in Vidmaster7's Closet*
Hmm. Why are there no fewer than 6 fluffy sarcophagi in here?
Where else would liches keep their slippers?