What makes you think that we WANT to find vidmaster the first, hmm?
*Looks at Pulg astonished.*
You are English?
*Takes Vidmaster7 aside.*
There's quite a lot he doesn't know.
*Sighs.*
Malvel is very arrogant, so he is unaware of MANY things (where we are from, good and evil are VERY cut and dry).
And yet not so long ago you wanted me to sacrifice Nasty Orc.
If you speak of the Tomb of Borrors, I assure you that the spell was very specific (there was nothing I could do to change it) and I didn't know he could revive you. Besides, Nasty would be an unrepentant villain (like Malvel) so he would most likely die if he did not change his ways.
Is the post of Chief Orc Sacrificer open, if Schism doesn't want to do it?
Oh yes, it most certainly is!
*Sinister laughing.*
Four point twenty eight quid. I liked the Bank of Scotland money. It had cute otters on it. I forget which denomination.
Awwww I want otter money.
Those poor baby otters. Lost and alone just so someone could make money out of their parents.
*sniff
Vidmaster7 wrote: Awwww I want otter money. Vhy are you not heppy vith der money you hef?
Remind me, why exactly did I agree to have you in my employment?
I think that it is because your father's name was Heinrich and so you thought it would be most amusing.
And then Alanis Morissette sings. “You otter know!”
Heinrich's Heinie wrote: Vidmaster7 wrote: Awwww I want otter money. Vhy are you not heppy vith der money you hef? I could always use more.
*bursts into the room, literally astride a beam of light*
Schism Hag, JAN 6 2020 wrote:
Count Reiner Heydrich wrote: It's going to be a very crazy year. You have now idea how right you are.
Hee Hee Hee
*grabs Schism Hag with a cyber-sodegarami*
ALRIGHT, WHO SENT YOU HERE, AND FROM WHEN?!?
I wonder what closets in the 34th century look like.
Apparently, closets were replaced - in the 33rd century - by something called "clothing bins" as all kinds of waste has been eliminated.
Laser Clown of the 34th Century wrote: *bursts into the room, literally astride a beam of light*
*grabs Schism Hag with a cyber-sodegarami*
ALRIGHT, WHO SENT YOU HERE, AND FROM WHEN?!?
Wait! What?
What the heck is a cyber-sodegarami?
*Consults encyclopedia.*
Apparently, a sodegarami is a type of pole weapon used by samurai police which is used to catch suspected criminals by the sleeves or other part of clothing so as not to cause injury to the suspect. So the clown is using a high-tech version of that.
*Looks at Schism Hag.*
He must think you are guilty of something.
We're all guilty of something, but can they prove it.
Hee, Hee, Hee!
Sounds like a man catcher with less spikes.
Q: Why did the fly flea?
A: Because the spider spider.
Ha ha ho ho hee hee... I don't get it.
That's because you don't have a sense of humour, or a sense of taste, judging by how much beard hair you must ingest while eating.
If you ever see the whole picture you would realize that I probably don't each much.
I did say that I have seen the whole picture of your avatar.
On the plus side it keeps the vamps away no vamp is interested in such a small snack.
Not so much small, as extremely hairy, your point still stands though.
Vidmaster7 wrote: On the plus side it keeps the vamps away no vamp is interested in such a small snack. Maybe as antipasti. I wouldn't get complacent...
Contrary to popular belief, but garlic only works in certain dimensions. A stake through the heart, however, will do the trick. After all, who WOULDN'T that kill?
Vidmaster7 wrote: I do like Garlic. So do French vampires...
Honore, we've been through this - you're a lich, for badness' sake.
Besides, I think Vid is a bit too much of a bear for him.
*Dumps a million pounds worth of bear chow onto Comte de Malodor.*
Slimes... and skeletons...
...And demonic perytons
Jellies and oozes and hangman trees' nooses,
Vargouilles that flap 'round on tiny bat wings,
These are a few of your favourite things?
*Stabs Vidmaster7, gives the dagger to a nearby golem.*
He did it.
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*Pats Alissa's Bear.*
Good bear, keep eating Comte de Malodor.
Kong had not heard the stories of man eating trees.
And as he neared the tree line his mind was full of
tasty bananas. About how good they smelled, and
about how good they tasted. Pausing before the
shadows he looked at the ground to pick a path easy
to tread along. He stepped into the shadow. The air grew chill and
still and quiet. He stopped and looked down, before his feet was a
curiosity. At first his mind didn't understand what his eyes were
saying. After some staring, his eyes widened involuntarily.
At his feet were little piles of dry, white bones scattered around
the bases of the trees.
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Mummy, which of those little piles of dry, white bones are Alphonse?
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Check for the marks of bear's teeth. Alternatively, wave this pair of housemaid's bloomers over them and see what the reaction is.
*Goes looking for Kong yet again while Fish-Malkovich continues to try and eat High G.*
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