Your left tarsals come from at least three different individuals, one of whom isn't even humanoid. The navicular is upside down and backwards. You're the one who shouldn't talk.
You're a kitty. You can't talk!
*Complacently licking the other paw* And yet, I manage just fine.
And I win.
Wrong.
Right.
Left.
Center !
Goal !
I win !
You cry !
I laugh !
You pout !
I doubt !
You press !
I relent !
You triumph !
I avenge !
You fall !
I win (again) !
You get disqualified for forcing actions on other characters. That's not how we RP here, buddy.
I'm a gnome with mighty powers of illusion.
I let others think they act according to their own will.
It has all be a master plan, years in the making, to come to fruition at that exact point in time:
NOW, I WIN !
Matt Damon!!!
[*looks deep into the dull lifeless eyes of the Unhollywooden Puppet while making mystical hand gestures*]
"Nay, I say to thee ! Thou are not Matt the Daemon ! Thou art... GEORGE CLOONEY !"
That would just make him better.
/has been sleeping under Quiche the whole time
Please take a shower before trying to win.
Is sleeping your way to winning an option then?
No, don't answer that. I don't win if you do.
That's very bad, VRMH.
Not for the rest of us...er, actually, pun intended, on consideration. Just watch the pendant swing...you are getting sleepy. Veerryy sleeeepy.
You're not a licensed hypnotist.
Matt... Damon...
*falls asleep*
*snores*
Luckily, some of us are sleep-posters.
I'm not and I work 24 hours. I win!
Aw, you lose.
(Looking down at Matt Damon Puppet) Well, I suppose he needed his sleep. I'll just stick a pillow under his head and toss a blanket over him. He'll be fine.
We could always cut off VRMH's beard for a blanket.
Bacon! = winner
Bacon Sandwich = Winner. I win!
Ha! What is the main ingredient in your "sandwich"
Without me you are nothing!
Hey, endangered species here. (Curls up next to Matt Damon Puppet.) *Yawn* Snooozzze
We can just clone you, like everything else. Come on, it's skinnin' time.
*Snork* Hey, bug off, you! Look, there go your right tarsals. You no walkee, you no skinnee. Now lemme sleep.
Sleep all you want. I shall win.
Zzzzzz...
Zzzzzz....
*twitches*
Zzzzz...
*sits bolt upright!*
MATT DAMON!!!
No. Schmorgan Heckengaard.
*knocks Matt Damon Puppet out*
Another loser heard from.
Ha! What is the main ingredient in your "sandwich"
Without me you are nothing!
I come with a life insurance policy, hence I win!
You look mighty tasty. Does that insurance policy cover you getting eaten?
*sees orc runs quickly in the oppo direction*
Hell NO!
Takes off running
That's right. Wee Wee Wee all the way home.
I win.
I have a house made of briiiiiiiccccckkkkkk!
We must end all this pork barrel nonsense.
Agreed. I'm getting hungry. Here piggy, piggy, piggy.
"yeah right"
*runs over to untitled 3 thread*
"They feed me hippies"
COME BACK HERE, PREY!!! (Chases the pig.)
*flies far overhead, watching the kitty chase the oink-oink*
If you're a vulture, stay away from my prey! I'm not done with it yet!
Alright, you get the bacon. I'll wait here with the win.