Wait! You forgot the Soiled Cheese!
I can never forget the Soiled Cheese. Gods, I wish I could.
The Gods have nothing to do with this.
Infernal powers? Indifferent fate? The Black Tapestry? Care Bears? Robert Redford?
None of the above.
Rose McGowan.
That's nice and all but I'm pretty sure you DID start the fire.
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He can't have! It's been always burning since the world's been turning!
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That's nice and all but I'm pretty sure you DID start the fire.
It was all those tonics and gins.
And KenderKin wishes he had some.
Excellent! I have them all thinking that this is the False Factoids Thread! My backup plan to prevail in this thread is going swimmingly!
Face the faceless face of Kenderkin.
.................And, by the way, I win.
Stupid Waterhammer 40k! I win!
Or do you...?
Make Waterhammer think he has won... That's step 2 complete.
You seem to be trying to win. Would you like some help with that?
Can you advise me on the placement of my comas and pyramids?
Hey! This is that Frank Squee they keep talking about, isn't it?
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:hands IHIYC, old-timey cane, straw hat, and suitcase:
Get out.
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*eats straw hat, jams old-timey cane up GoatToucher's nose just so, uses crook of cane to methodically spool GoatToucher's brains out through his nose in the way of the Ancient Egyptians, tosses the rest of him out the window, then Hides In suitcase*
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Not bad.
*cracks suitcase lid open, looks out, extends hat tentacles, uses them to crawl away like a hermit crab*
*Places suitcase inside another suitcase.*
Phase V complete.
You seem to be referring to roman numerals. Would you like some help with that?
Hey, little sister.
What are you up to?
You seem to have bad breath. Would you like some help with that?
I'm good. Just a little indigestion from eating Mexican Gods.
Oh, look. Someone has jammed fourteen enormous leeks into Clippy's eyesockets.
YE GODS, I CAN SEE INTO THE FUTURE! I'M MYSTIC PULG!
Sorry, that is you hallucinating after getting a whiff of my breath.
And that's the hallucinations right on schedule.
But I need them for step 37!
Do I win a new sports car? Or maybe tonnes of cash?
You win Kuntz's 'tache. Don't worry - he won't want it back afterwards.
Number 1, the Larch.
Tomorrow's May the Fourth. I hope Y'all are ready to get your jedi festivities on!
Oh, and zorander6: You have to actually win before you can claim the prize. That's how that works.
Nah, you can claim the prize all you want.
It's defending that claim that's the hard part.
ALRIGHT!!
I'M PANICKING!!!!
WHY??!!!!
POOG!!!!
(Firebolts the goblin)
Get back to your hole, you stupid cretin!
Now, the panicking? It's because GoatToucher is rumored to roam the streets in a new skimpy outfit.
{The scene: An open-cast coal mine. Two impossibly thin young women, dressed as sexy bananas, lounge about on the coal. The camera zooms into the young women's wide-eyed, pouting faces}
Woman one: "C'est ma vie"
Woman two: "C'est mon passion"
{They open a large bag of generic corn chips, which bursts into the air. They writhe around in a shower of generic corn chips. As they do so, a deep, resonant voice intones the following}
"L'Or. La nuit. Le grondement de la panthère.
Une aventure sensuelle:
L'Odeur De Pulg Humide"