*BELCHES and blows it Ridiculon's way* 'ERE'S YER PRIZE BUTTERCUP!!!
GET AWAY STUPID KENDER DAT'S MY BRICK!!!! *starts bashing head*
*Incorporates the rhythm of Message Board Troll bashing himself in the head into a dance while continuing the stare unblinkingly*
*Ooeeooeeeoo*
*Wah wah wah*
*Ooeeooeeeoo*
*Wah wah wah*
*Ooeeooeeeoo*
*Wah wah wah wah wah*
*Ooeeooeeeoo*
*Wah wah wah*
Let's see isn't Jokey's special move: back, back, up, down, A then B?
I know you win if you're the last poster, but what do you get for being the 20kth poster?Hmmm, nothing apparently.
No, catatonic.
No, catatonic.
Gin would probably be less cruel.
A djinn would be crueler.
Great. [sigh] Now I have to order a bunch of power tools.
No. He has a job supplying Brotherhood of Steel paladins to the Capital Wasteland Techno-Dork Incinerator.
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Let's get this fight between Jokey and GT going.
:stands, spreads his arms, and is toweled dry by Jambi:
Oh, I've already won. I got that cretin to shut his mouth for six days. He's been playing my game instead of his own.
:he stretches and bends to accommodate Jambi's service:
He'll still make jokes, but they will leave the taste of ashes in his mouth, knowing how readily he was manipulated.
:he extends a hand absently, and it is immediately filled with a hookah pipe by his valet:
:he draws deeply and exhales at length:
I've taken the joy of bad jokes from him.
:slips into a gold filigreed robe:
Not all of my fell deeds take place in The Workroom, and sometimes I needn't lay a finger, hook, or probe to flesh in order to evoke succulent miseries.
:walks into his Workroom, followed closely by Jambi:
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Let's get this fight between Jokey and GT going.
:stands, spreads his arms, and is toweled dry by Jambi:
Oh, I've already won. I got that cretin to shut his mouth for six days. He's been playing my game instead of his own.
:he stretches and bends to accommodate Jambi's service:
He'll still make jokes, but they will leave the taste of ashes in his mouth, knowing how readily he was manipulated.
:he extends a hand absently, and it is immediately filled with a hookah pipe by his valet:
:he draws deeply and exhales at length:
I've taken the joy of bad jokes from him.
:slips into a gold filigreed robe:
Not all of my fell deeds take place in The Workroom, and sometimes I needn't lay a finger, hook, or probe to flesh in order to evoke succulent miseries.
:walks into his Workroom, followed closely by Jambi:
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... The Aristocrats!
Bah.
Well, that was a disappointing fight. I was hoping at least one of them would have used the explosive-filled rubber chickens I supplied on the other.
And here I had this awesome trophy for the winner.
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Speaking of the winner, GoatToucher needs the Marshall badge and Jokey needs the sheriff badge (Marshalls rank higher than sheriffs). And I must admit I'm proud of GoatToucher, he excelled far beyond the expectations of all. I can't wait to find out what...
*Feels extreme internal pain.*
UGH!
*Buckles over and falls on to the floor clutching stomach.*
I... I think this body has become unstable, it's decomposing...
*Dies, body turns into horrid, green goo, spirit travels back to GoatToucher's lab.*
Speaking of the winner, GoatToucher needs the Marshall badge and Jokey needs the sheriff badge (Marshalls rank higher than sheriffs). And I must admit I'm proud of GoatToucher, he excelled far beyond the expectations of all. I can't wait to find out what...
*Feels extreme internal pain.*
UGH!
*Buckles over and falls on to the floor clutching stomach.*
I... I think this body has become unstable, it's decomposing...
*Dies, body turns into horrid, green goo, spirit travels back to GoatToucher's lab.*
What are you talking about? I don't train pokey-mans!
Pokey-mans: men who dance the hokey-pokey too much.
Actually, i did see you lead the workshop, so don't go denying that.
ALL ABOARD THE POKEY-MAN TRAIN! WHOO WHOO!
You puts your lead-foot in, you puts your lead-foot out. You do the pokey-hokey, and you shake it all about.
You jump and flop and scream and shout. I got the pleek-achoo! It's a virus, no doubt.
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Avatar...what a crap movie....
It was unabashedly political, and said things that needed to be said, and it became one of the highest-grossing movies of all time. Get over it.
The fact that I'd happened to be studying cultural anthropology very shortly before it came out helped me enjoy it more, granted.
Avatar...what a crap movie....It was unabashedly political, and said things that needed to be said, and it became one of the highest-grossing movies of all time. Get over it.
The fact that I'd happened to be studying cultural anthropology very shortly before it came out helped me enjoy it more, granted.
But enough about The Last Airbender, let's talk about James Cameron!
Avatar...what a crap movie....It was unabashedly political, and said things that needed to be said, and it became one of the highest-grossing movies of all time. Get over it.
The fact that I'd happened to be studying cultural anthropology very shortly before it came out helped me enjoy it more, granted.
My rebuttal:
1) No crumhorns
2) No industrial cleaning products
3) They cut out the scene with GoatToucher, 25lb of partially cooked bratwurst, four huskies, Catherine the Great and a specially adapted vehicle for sweeping grit off newly buttered roads.
4) Despite the name of the film, tar did not make an appearance at all, which is an offence against the Trade Descriptions Act.
*Drops mic, swaggers offstage, leaving a trail of loose hair behind him*
Your statement does not compute.
*After regaining a new (and hopefully stable) body, sets up a debate contest.*
Excellent rebuttal, Pulg!
*Turns to IHIYC.*
IHIYC, you may now counter rebuttal!
So, uh... It looks like the left leg of your new body is made up of unbaked brownie batter. How are you standing up?
* walks in, looks at AoZK's new body *
Ummmm.....
Nope.
* walks out, mumbling something about Camelot not being as silly as this *
Quick get the wizard, surely he can fix this mess
Unless Avatar of Zon-Kuthon is a thread that nobody has posted in for 5 years, I'm afraid I cannot help.
Is there any other threads that you can revive then, Postocles?
So now we're not going to post here for five years either?
Sounds great, VRMH. And AoZK, of course. Thank you for playing.
That's a futile assumption.
You are also very welcome to leave this thread, TFF. =)
Not in a long time, Sissyl.
And probably neither are you. =)
Cheers!
I'm gonna need those cymbals back now. They were forged by my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-gre at-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great- great-grandpappy, they were.
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I'm sure this is 'cymbal-ic' of something. Probably something deeply disturbing.
You can have that one for nothing, Jokey.