Pull back on the Dracula a little bit their clown boy.
Don’t hold the win, there.
I had it for 5 hours and 7 minutes. I feel like you should of waited for a nicer number next time try at 5.55 hours. or an even 6.
So, Castlevania is, in reality, one gigantic closet?
I think that our public health officials might have something to stay about storing pot roasts in unrefridgerated closets, or clowns, for that matter.
Ewwww... sounds contagious.
Hey, ain't thespians ladies who like other ladies very much indeed?
Dotitty dot.
I have returned you may all now bow before my magnificence.
I have returned you may all now bow before my magnificence.
Why are you in speech-marks?
You had a good run. my turn.
Will Vidmaster bow before "The Golden God?"
Will Pulg figure out why those speech marks are needed?
Will Dr. Zephyrus Vitruvian win best in show?
Stay tuned, folks! Same thread time, same thread channel!
Man that took me back.
No it didn't.
You don't know me!
Deep. I feel like that is a quote but I can't place it.
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Ah, esteemed and fabled Master of the Seven Vids, so smiled upon by Fate here are we to meet at last! Shall we perhaps ponder the riddle over several pots of fine tea? If I may be so presumptuous as to say, thou hast the look of one who appreciates heightened states of consciousness...!
*claps hands three times, and shuffling and scuttling up come 3 tiny clockwork toys, in the form of a steel skeleton warrior, a silver spider, and a copper efreet, each carrying one or more large pots of aromatic tea*
Hmm I do like tea and pondering the metaphysical aspects of the universe but your face reminds me of a face that tried to eat me a few pages back.
I think he got better.
I always get better.
Except when I don't
You are out of your game recently. Have you tried cafeïne beverages yet?
I like coffee and the occasional mountain dew.
It just now occured to me--we don't know what happened to Vidmasters1-6!
*narrows eyes suspiciously*
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You are in fact not the first person to ask about that. The hamster has gotten pretty close to figuring out the truth.
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No number avatars I see.
Also number 6 is afraid of this one. Because vidmaster 7 8 9.
I don't usually say this about anyone but myself, but... just show yourself out.
:p
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XD
(good thing its a slow morning and noone is around cause you done and quibbled me)
NO ONE EXPECTS THE QUIBBLE INQUISITION!
Our chief weapon is pedantry. Pedantry and hair-splitting. Our two chief weapons are pedantry and hair-splitting. And a ruthless parsing of linguistic minutiae. Among our weapons...
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Hair Splitting! That is like the most effective weapon versus me and pulg. How devilish!
That it is.
Introducing hair splitting in a weaponized manner, has paid off.
:3
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Don't talk to me about split hairs! I had a split hair once, many years ago, and it took at ten thousand hours (along with rigorous hair brushing and extra holding gel) to deal with it!
*Takes a deep breath, calms down and has a nice sip of before continuing.*
Oh and Vidmaster7, IHIYC was referencing Disney's Sleeping Beauty.
Hair Splitting! That is like the most effective weapon versus me and pulg. How devilish!
I don't know. Between us, that's an awful lot of hair to split...
It seems counterproductive to split Pulg's and Vidmaster7's hairs... do we really want to clone them?
That's a pass on the smoothie. I'll opt for a bowl of mint chip ice cream.
Lint string and a ring a very special ring muhahahahaha.
A soul ribbon, a possessed, indestructible piece of fabric that Sissyl once took from one of her victims. Of course, not hanging inert from her head carapace would probably make it squirm, struggle and then try to strangle anyone nearby...
I knew their was something up with those ribbons.
*wanders through, purloins Vidmaster7, Pulg, Sissyl, Count Heydrich, and Ventnor of some of their valuables, making off with...[you tell me?]*
A liver.
The question is whose live is that?
Sorry - some of the post got eaten.
A Liv Tyler.