*flies to Dr. House with a piece of paper in his beak*
What's malpractice, Dr. House? Because this piece of paper says you've been doing it for years and they're on to you.
The case was thrown out because it was a pre-existing condition.
Oh, that's okay then. Anyway, you can't win because of that plague incident in Prague.
I did my best. It was the corrupt government that kept hijacking my supplies.
And while those two beaks chatter, I steal away the win!
"Pikachu, use thunderbolt!"
*holds up Ring of Spell Storing*
I'll save that for later.
*flips through latest issue of The Smithsonian*
Well, in here it says I can do what I want.
*Burning Gaze*
Don't mind me, you two just keep gaze-burning each other.
Meanwhile, I'll be over there.
Winning.
30 seconds of win... congratulations !
Now, I win !
WRONG!
Correct. Quiche Lisp was wrong.
It is nice when people agree with you.
I would have no idea.
By the way, I win.
I win now.
*waves his wing, drawing a 'z' in the air*
Uh-uh, girl! Aw, snap!
Don't you already have a thread, Gruumash.?
Meanwhile, in the winners' circle: me!
You already post in so many, it's like you're squatting in the internet with your cyber-cardboard box.
Hey! Bring back that url!
What happen ?
----> Your wins all belong to me now.
I have a strange sense of déja vu.
Quack.
*tappy tappy tap*
How dare you ?
Don't you know there's a re-winning decency delay involved in this thread ?
Does that even make sense ? Sometimes, I'm not sure myself...
Ho, whatever: I win !
Quack quack.
*tappy tappy tap*
Winning
Quack quack.
*tappy tappy tap*
VZOOOOOM ! [appears from nowhere. Aims giga-laz at the offending palmiped]
BOOM ! BOOM !
"Bullseye ! Take that, you shapechaning freak !"
[fumbles a bit at its omniversal belt device, manipulating knobs and buttons with clawed servo-hands]
"Mmmh. Must adjust for the slight delay in timewave length... that was totally worth the lost gradients of stability in local grid. Lazed quasi-duck !"
[disappears to nowhere]
Quack?
*tappy tappy tap*
vziiiiim !
An hovering sentient device blips into existence, coalescing from a probability wave lapping at the shore of reality.
"The boss is done here, folks ! You may resume your usual posting routines. Don't mind me a bit !"
vzuuuuuum !
[blips out of the paradigmatic instance]
"Hu, boss ? there seems to be a bit of a... "feathery problem" here !"
SHABOOOM !
[aims instantron missiles at the duck. Launch !]
"There ! Duck à la annihilation !"
[winks out of perceptual range]
Quack quack, quack quack quack.
*tappy tappy tap*