Casts fly on self.
Leaps up to machine on back.
Why? Why? Why?
*While everyone else is dealing with Ibsen and his creation. I'm performing cruel and unusual experiments on Comte de Malodor. With the aid of Goattoucher, of course.*
Neither particularly cruel, or at all unusual, in fact, given that I did go to an English private school, then went straight into the Army.
Pulg, it appears that this cast-iron legal contract we signed in blood, promising an eternity of servitude in exchange for 45 cp and half a pork pie each week was actually a suspiciously stained copy of 'Memoirs of a Greased Thruster at the Court of Catherine I'
Then think yourself lucky. That's a first edition, long out of print, and is worth a small fortune, especially when you consider who made those suspicious stains.
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Should have asked someone who knows how to write them.
W H Y Enter
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*Upon Schism Hag pressing "Enter", the mechanical creature begins to malfunction.*
What have you done?!
*The mechanical creature starts swaying back and forth, before collapsing onto the ground (releasing Count Reiner Heydrich, but killing one of the nameless adventurers).*
My... Oh... My...
*Ibsen also begins to malfunction, falling onto his back and his flesh dissolving away to reveal a mechanical skeleton.*
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Finally, I am free!
*Stretches and heals injuries while Pulg's Fairy Accordion Band retrieves their accordions.*
I hope everything is alright.
*Pulg'sFairy Accordion Band quickly find that, though the accordions are intact, there's one missing.*
Let's follow the path where Ibsen and his creation came from. Chances are that the missing accordion is at his lab.
*Turns to look at what remains of Ibsen.*
Don't think that we won't see him again, Jumanji was always capable of reusing it's "chess pieces".
Hi hoooon!
Hi hon, hi hon, we have accordions,
(Skwerskwer skwer skwer skwer, skwerskwer skwer skwer skwer)
Hi hon, hi hon hi hon hi hon.
Oh we are still trying to do that eh?
How do I turn on 'Dark Mode' ?
Turn off the light?
Who would win?
1 trillion lions vs. the Sun.
Just saying if I see a stampede of Tarrasque I am out!
Who would win?
1 trillion lions vs. the Sun.
Win at what? Kerplunk? Triathlon? Competitive farting? Contract bridge?
Kitty Kats of course!
Win at what? Kerplunk? Triathlon? Competitive farting? Contract bridge?Who would win?
1 trillion lions vs. the Sun.
They will be playing a game of "Survival".
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Wow Count. Are you psycoic? Able to predict the future?
Cursed banana, -1 to-hit
Curved banana, +14 to Will save.
29,479
OMG! What is going on with Kong?!! I forgot about him.
Whatever happened to low G?
Ah so the clown is still out their... or in their rather *points to closet*
Maybe Kong's in the closet too...
Whatever happened to low G?
maneuver kill.
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*While everyone else is dealing with Ibsen and his creation. I'm performing cruel and unusual experiments on Comte de Malodor. With the aid of Goattoucher, of course.*
:looks up from book of otyugh poetry, removing spectacles:
I’m sorry, did someone just cast me in the role of the assistant?
:snaps book closed:
Oh my. That won’t do at all.
*Clack*
*happy clack*
It's one of those symbiotic relationships, I think.
It keeps the pests out. You should try it Pulg.
H'mm, maybe I will. TO THE BEARD-CRAB WAREHOUSE!
*clack clack!*
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MUST retrieve last accordion!