They might, but the fangs get in the way of the reeds.
Gives both Pulg & Count Reiner Heydrich large buckets of water.
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*Also dumps the water over Comte De Malodor*
Count, what do you think about sponsoring Pulg's Amazing Vampire Sousexflooderhoofington Band?
Damn it! I joined the Army to get out of having to bathe, and now THIS!!!
Sure, sure. You'll have to take your payment in hair, though.
You want a rabbit? Well, hare it is!
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Agh, agh! There's fish drool all over my epaulettes!
I guess we don't need the likes of Jokey, his son (Chuck Les) or the bear for bad jokes.
My Blood Bowl teams don't require money, just a bit of publicity and recognition.
Well, then, give us some details and I will write and have performed for you a Reiner's Blood Bowl Team Cantata.
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Excellent! Well, I own every kind of Blood Bowl team and Star Player, so you'll need to write a lot. Fortunately, I have already commissioned the construction of several fields and stadiums.
And I was also thinking about utilising billboard posters and the like (such as promotional products and materials), as well as you and your bands mentioning my teams in songs and, or interviews, posts, comments, etc/applying body paint to yourselves (no need to mention me though).
Ha! I knew it. Promoters are bloodsuckers.
Can I try out for First Biter?
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Luckily, I have exclusive rights to the works of Andrew Lloyd Webber on the territory of Mt. Crumpet, so here goes. The tune, Luigi, is the theme to 'Jesus Christ Superstar'
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*Sits cross legged on the ground. Pounds out a beat with a spoon on an empty coffee can.*
I'll be the commentator.
*Flies out of Reiner's Blood Bowl Team's hand in anto opposing team's end zone.
:indulges in sybaritic luxury in his VIP box, paying no attention to the game:
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*From the commentator's box.*
And my daughter has just scored a point for the Reikland Reavers!
*Coughs authoritatively.*
Unaware that they are also one of my Blood Bowl teams.
*Straightens papers.*
But it looks like the Gouged Eye are going for a touchdown!
*Looks over to GoatToucher in his VIP box.*
If only our 2nd chief sponsor would like to watch the game!
I think he'll perk up when it comes to the display of traditional Dark Elf tortures during half time, especially if provided with a hot pie and a mug of Bovril.
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And that's a very good point from our 3rd chief sponsor!
*Looks down at the pitch, gets really excited.*
The Gouged Eye are ready to make the touchdown, Vampire Schism is in place...
*Everyone in the stands are trembling with anticipation for the play.*
It's got to be on point, or else the Reikland Reavers will win the match!
I'm impressed that Reiner managed to get Bovril to sponsor the match.
He had me doing the negotiations and I wouldn't take "No" for an answer.
Thanks, the blood was getting really sticky and the grass wouldn't come off.
halloschismhallocounthallonurglemymumhasgluedsomespikestomymutantninjaturtl eoutfitandgivenmeamarkofchaoscaniplaytoo?
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*Takes seat in the commentator's box.*
And we're back, ladies and gentlemen, to another exciting match of Blood Bowl!
*Views the pitch, gets the crowd into a frenzy.*
It seems that Nurgle's Rotters have a new member.
*Out comes the second team.*
Will Little Trevor have the skills to beat The Fire Mountain Gut-Busters?!
*Little Trevor is horrified to learn that the other team consists of ogres (and goblins for linemen).*
Something tells me that the poor guy doesn't know what he's gotten himself into.
*Everyone is disappointed when, as soon as the game starts, Little Trevor is trampled to death.*
Clearly, folks, Grandfather Nurgle did not give his blessing to that one!
*From that point on, the game continues, unhindered.*
Nurgle's Rotters or The Fire Mountain Gut-Busters? Who's going to win!?
Common taters.
Had some Tayto brand crisps when I was in Ireland awhile back. Nummy.
Stop bellowing and go and scrape up Little Trevor.
*Caught up by a Gentle Breeze, floats several hundred feet above the stadium, watching proceedings with an expression of stern disapproval*
Disgraceful.
Il pleut les pommes de terre, Alleluia.
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*Has the Dukes of HUZZAH-RD clear the commentator's box of potatoes.*
I'm not even going to ask how The when managed to dump a truckload of potatoes without any hands!
*Spies Uncle Honore out on the pitch, disgruntled by the removal of the potatoes.*
What have we here, ladies and gentlemen? A new member for one of the Undead teams perhaps?
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*From the commentator's box.*
And someone needs to inform Pulg about the rules of Blood Bowl. Daughter, if you please.
Blood Bowl is similar to Rugby, but the violence is upped to 11.
The goal isn't just to get the ball over the goal line, but a team gets extra points for how many pints of the opposing team's blood blood is left on the field.Since one is not allowed to drink blood, only vampires with the strongest willpower can play.
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Blood Bowl is similar to Rugby, but the violence is upped to 11.*From the commentator's box.*
And someone needs to inform Pulg about the rules of Blood Bowl. Daughter, if you please.
So just rugby, then.