YoUr NeuTraLity Is DULy nOted, CitIzEn.
It's 't'reason' for his lack of strong opinions on the subject!!!!?!!!?!?!?!?!
We must all be ready to fight, to the point of violence and beyond, those who do not stick to moderation in all things.
Isn't Neutrality...TREASON!?!?
I DiD NoT SAY it WAS AppROVeD. YOur KNOwleDGE Of TrEASonouS ActIONs Is ALSO TrEAson!!
* unplugs FRIEND COMPUTER IS YOUR FRIEND, removes the hard drive, and drops it into a vat of acid *
And that is one way to deal with malfunctioning computers.
What are your demands, Uncle Teddy?
Artephius is your humble servant.
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* points to the massive banquet table *
Please help everyone to their assigned seats.
Steps out from behind the Computer*
That probably didn't actually kill him, but did you have to ruin my fun like that?
* gently picks up The Game Hamster and places him in his seat at the banquet table *
But could you enjoy all these fine treats while hiding inside that machine?
*Drags self away*
YoU May HAve WOn thIS bATTle COMMIE, BUt YoU WiLL NevER WiN The wAR!!
>>>BZZT<<<
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[from far away]
YOU ARE COMMIE MUTANT SCUM!
Hey... computer! How do you recognize a commie?
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He can not answer that, since he does not Commie-pute the question.
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He can not answer that, since he does not Commie-pute the question.
High marx for this joke.
* gently picks up The Game Hamster and places him in his seat at the banquet table *
But could you enjoy all these fine treats while hiding inside that machine?
No, I could not.
...*thinks for a bit*
Weird...
Now I have a strange desire to try out a play-by-post paranoia game.
He can not answer that, since he does not Commie-pute the question.High marx for this joke.
Aww, you leftist me out!
* points to the massive banquet table *
Please help everyone to their assigned seats.
*Points at everybody with his elemental cannons*
Please move to your seats in line and in an ordered way. Do not cause disturbance or you'll be eliminated.
Please enjoy the banquet. Having fun is compulsory.
Aww, you leftist me out!He can not answer that, since he does not Commie-pute the question.High marx for this joke.
Sorry. I know how it che-fes to be excluded.
Commie? Me? No, I'm a Lawful Anarchist.
Artephius, I meant if someone asked where their seat was to point them to it and, if they require or ask, walk them to it - not to point your cannons at them. You use those on the uninvited guests.
Commie? Me? No, I'm a Lawful Anarchist.
Artephius, I meant if someone asked where their seat was to point them to it and, if they require or ask, walk them to it - not to point your cannons at them. You use those on the uninvited guests.
Like Jokey, or Message Board Troll.
Commie? Me? No, I'm a Lawful Anarchist.
Artephius, I meant if someone asked where their seat was to point them to it and, if they require or ask, walk them to it - not to point your cannons at them. You use those on the uninvited guests.
*Artephius' single eye glows with expectation*
Where can I find one of these... uninvited guests?
Did you hear about the pirate who was magically transmuted into a parrot?
He got Polly-morphed.
* points at Jokey *
There's one.
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Sorry. I know how it che-fes to be excluded.Aww, you leftist me out!He can not answer that, since he does not Commie-pute the question.High marx for this joke.
[burlesque russian voice] In Soviet Russia, You do not win thread; Thread wins you.
(Jokey has Polly-morphed to Bongo too!)
Uninvited guests are not welcome. Resistance is futile but recommended.
*Shoots ice to Bongo-Jokey*
You are encouraged to run away. You can start crying if you desire.
*Shoots another guest «by accident»*
STOP YELLIN!!!! IT'S RUDE!!!!
* points at Jokey *
There's one.
Where!? Oh, God, I can't see him! He's invisible!
*steals mythic cutlass from the puppet*
Comes Troll! We's will shanks all of the guests here togethers!
*climbs on Message Board Troll's shoulder*
Yeargh!!
*waves the mythic cutlass around*
Uninvited guests.
They are everywhere.
I. Must. Take. Care. Of. Them.
*Starts throwing elemental bombs everywhere*
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And you have sourced Captain Danger Bear's favourite special confetti, too. How thoughtful!
*A blast of acid lands on Danger Bear's face*
Best. Party. Ever.
*jumps off of MBT and shanks the robot*
* grabs Goblin Kid by the ear *
Young man, we do NOT shank each other at the banquet table!
* sits Goblin Kid in a chair in the corner *
You are in a time-out mister!
*sits and eats a bowl of gruel and prunes*
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Goblin Kid, you just got off very lightly. Grandpa Wonderbra was not so nice to the Cheliaxian Slayer Academy that were stationed on Golarion's moon. He used his full might, which meant he changed from an old man to his real form: a tall, muscular being with fierce yet handsome features, two pairs of great wings on his back (on pair was black and bat like, the other was white and bird like) and he was holding a wicked looking scimitar in each hand. The CSA there went extinct promptly for good.
*Shudders a little.*
Right, now how are we going to get new recruits? As there is only four clan's (and one of them is unofficial). Although I hear some Grey Maidens are interested.
Those prunes are uninvited guests.
*Blasts the prunes with his cannons, splashing them everywhere*
*Aims the hand cannon at the Minion*
Are you an uninvited guest? Please, tell me you are.
It is, go ahead, shoot it back to format.exe
Lettuce continue on with the banquet folks!!
*grabs hose, sprays self in face*
*follows up by murdering hose*
** spoiler omitted **
After seeing what happened to that poor hose, Me needed some therapy.
Me all better now.ME WIN!
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Obviously not.
*Looks closely at the Minion, his single eye shining what could be... mercy?*
*Definitely not*
*Blasts the four elements at once on the minion*
I am a good servant.
Of course I am.
* pats Artephius on the top of the head *
Who's a good servant? You are. Yes you are.
*puts more prunes on the gruel and eats*
*waits until the cute little yellow dude gets up again, and hands him some sloppy, fragrant prunes*
*casts still stinking cloud centered on himself*