*Doesn't see lucky7, so runs him over with a steamroller.*
What are you talking about Schism?
*Spies some unpleasant gunk on the steamroller.*
You were helping me with my yuletide misdeeds, remember?
*Puts Schism's hair into a ponytail.*
Both of your arms and legs were free.
It was wrapped so tight it took 4 days to get out of it.
Plus, I couldn't see and was afraid to move in case I stepped off the edge.
And the lights didn't bother you?
*Finishes celebration, begins new plans of total conquest.*
The lights are coming from Schism. Possibly they are infested with trains again.
*Starts cutting Pulg's hair, for no apparent reason.*
*Has successfully built powerful energy cannon.*
*Asks the next poster which country they hate more...*
*Italy or France?*
Neither are my home Country, so I say destroy them both.
*Likes the way Vampire Schism thinks.*
*Destroys both Italy and France.*
Those are both made up countries, admit it.
I smell Italy. I smell France. I smell the NUAoE’s underpants.
I don't know about you, but I think that most members of the NUAoE don't wear underwear, though the reason does tend to vary between the individuals.
Meanwhile, Comte de Malodor is outraged at the destruction of France, but finds the destruction of Italy to be very amusing.
La France, La France, vit dans nos coeurs!
La France, La France, ne jamais mort!
*Uses a ray gun to have lampreys attack Comte de Malodor.*
Get him, my beauty's, aim for under the trousers!
King Mondo: now that we have shown our newfound might, what's next?
Lord Zedd: *peers at the earth, becomes disgusted.*
Rita Repulsa: what's the matter, Zeddy?
Lord Zedd: Comte de Malodor has lampreys in his trousers!
*Everyone lets out a unanimous cry of disgust.*
I fear he was born like that.
I blame his father, always had weird habits that man.
It might be...
THE CURSE OF THE HOUSE OF MALODOR!!!
Fret not, fair maiden of the foul house, we are here to help!
Because, we are, the Dukes of HUZZAH-RD!
*Shouts "we are, the Dukes of HUZZAH-RD!" in Vampire Schism's ear.*
*Continues to do so at infinitum.*
I said I never heard OF ya, not I didn't HEAR you.
Rips annoying loud one's throat out.
*Continues to shout, despite having no throats.*
*Means nothing to Vampire Schism though, as she is now deaf.*
Begins regretting making the Dukes of HUZZAH-RD.
Thank goodness I resisted making a message board troll alias, because I don't think I can live up to the legacy of the original.
Dukes of HUZZAH-RD! wrote: Fret not, fair maiden of the foul house, we are here to help!
Because, we are, the Dukes of HUZZAH-RD!
Sirrah, that is my Wife you are addressing!
Don't worry about it TDD.
I heard a rumor about them being in GoatToucher's playroom.
It wasn't pretty.
On the contrary. It was delightful.
Are sincerest apologies, master thief of French cuisine, we did not know.
*Starts shouting huzzah at The Dirty Dangler.*
Astronoma: so, while that's happening, let's get back to work.
Madam Odius: yes, we still have much to do, in our conquest.
Queen Machina: we should use the energy cannon some more.
Levira: not to mention our infinite supply of expendable goons!
Ivan Ooze: exactly! So, let's get to it everyone, victory awaits!
GoatToucher wrote: On the contrary. It was delightful. I am never anything but.
I heard a lumber joke the other day. I’d share it with you, but it would just make you bored.
*Uses the energy cannon to obliterate Waterhammer in a vain attempt to avoid laughing at such a terrible joke.*
*The energy cannon misses however and hits Comte de Malodor instead.*
*Naturally, Comte de Malodor survives. But he no longer has his "wrecking balls."*
How distressing, but never mind. My disturbingly large testicles are still intact and functional, after all.
Yeah... just, no longer attached to you.
Turns away.
Artificially enhanced, of course.
Yet another one of the horrific marvels curtesy of GoatToucher!
His Horrific Marvel Curtsey is truly the stuff of legend.
They make a funny little *PLOP!* when they touch the ground.
Fun fact: if you can get the Compte to say "Incandescent!" three times, they triple in size!
That's disgusting!
Fascinating, but disgusting!
And if you say '!Tnecsednacni' three times, they shrink back down again. An Hilarious time can be thus be had if you have access to a soundboard or sampler, and are related to me.
*Puts on industrial gloves.*
*Puts on hazmat suit, several of them.*
*Grabs the "wrecking balls" of Comte de Malodor (carefully). *
*Throws them into the heart of a dying sun.*
Done!
Three cheers for the hungry fish!
For ridding us of a HUZZAH-RD!
*Continues to sing praise to Fish-Malkovich.*
Fish-Malkovich wrote: *Puts on industrial gloves.*
*Puts on hazmat suit, several of them.*
*Grabs the "wrecking balls" of Comte de Malodor (carefully). *
*Throws them into the heart of a dying sun.*
Done!
:the monstrous scrotum slithers up your arms and into seams and crevices until touching bare skin (scales), at which point they are absorbed into your body, descending down into your trousers, which are now uncomfortably snug fit to bursting:
:ominous silence:
*Launches self into the dying sun.*
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