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MATT DAMON!!!
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MATT DAMON!!!
HAIL OUR NEW...
Oh, wait...this isn't about mad Damien? Why didn't somebody warn me...
Don't mind me...wrong number, wrong time...nothing to see, really...
HAIL OUR NEW...
Wait, what? You think you are a funny one, don't ya...
MATT DAMON!!!???!!!
*slams his head into the desk*
Except that I think I see strings, so it's a puppet of some sort.
*bounces up and down agitatedly*
MATT DAMON!!!
There you are! Headbonk
*headbonks back*
Matt Damon.
Mark Wahlberg!!!
Matt Damon!!!
MARK WAHLBERG!!!
NO! You can not have your own 250' Jaeger. We simply do not have the budget for it.
Ben Affleck?
Beeeeen...
Afff...
Matt...
Affffffffleeeeeck...
Matt Damon!!!
lucky7!!!
Matt Damon?
Hello? Yes this is Dog
No, no - he's learning to talk. Keep it up, MDP, you're doing fine.
*bounces up and down*
MATT DAMON!!!
Speak boy!
Matt Damon is not, nor has ever been, a gnome.
Sorry to burst your bubble, pal. Life is a harsh mistress. Do you like to dance in the pale moonlight ? It's payback time. I will show you real power...
Matt... Damon...?
Good boy.
Don't encourage him, for the love of Carl (Glittergold) [what a stupid name !]
Don't talk to me about Matt Damon.
"Non-orggggg...anic-being de-tec-ted !"
"Conc... conSSSSS... concep-tu-al-remov-al... rec... recrrrrrrr -re-co-mmended !"
*falls through a skylight and throws a flaming ball of paper at the probe*
Hiyah Sparky! Didja miss me?!
*rolls through the door and out of thread*
[infra-sonic bang signaling the rupture in space-time transfluid. An angular mechanical shape emerges as the probability aperture closes itself behing it.]
"Hey boss ! Boss ! I found one !"
[with robotic glee]
"He he he."
" Hu... boss... You're there ?
*falls through a skylight and throws a flaming ball of paper at the probe*
Hiyah Sparky! Didja miss me?!
*rolls through the door and out of thread*
[with a thundering voice rippling through the multiversal pathways]
"I SEE YOU PRETTY NOT-THING ! EVENTS ARE SENT IN MOTION ALONG YOUR DHARMA_PATH ! YOU SHALL NOT ESCAPE MY MULTIDIRECTIONAL REVENGE ! THE KINDLY ONES WHO I REPRESENT HAVE ORDERED YOUR PAINFUL DEMISE !
Aww, he says I'm pretty! I knew I chose the right face to wear today.
Catch me if ya can, Hopalong Cinderpatch. *rides the Princess's Secret Slide to Toontown*
*tries to ride after her, but fails due to not open anymore*
*stares at the... Things... that invaded its thread*
matt damon...?
[a mechanical arm extrudes itself from the Grim Bucko outer-shell, whirs menacingly towards the Princess's Secret Slide aperture still glistening in the event canvas of the thread. With a wet and unpleasant noise the mech-arm's pincers catch on the rim of the hole and force it open.]
"Yes !"
[Grim Bucko floats towards the hole-in-the-thread and inserts its gleaming golden frame through the aperture, disdainfully disregarding its groans as it gives way to him/it]
"I'm coming for you, Ensirio !"
[with a liquid spluurch ! the hole closes itself after the reality-reconformating entity. And all is silent in the thread again...]
The probe eyes the Matt Damon Oddity with its lifeless bio-mech eyestalks.
Then, apparently satisfied by its relative innocuousness, the software animated gizmo dives under the surface of the current agreed-upon reality, rapidly catching at the swirling whirlpool of disturbances caused in infraspace by its ghastly managing Omniwarring Unit: the Grim Bucko !
Mark Wahlberg.
MOOBY!!!!!!!
Matt Damon!!!
*looks pleased... Probably*
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In the chaos, I've seem to fallen over. Please, can someoen set me up and right!
In the chaos, I've seem to fallen over. Please, can someoen set me up and right!
Sure, here ya go. No, no, you're quite welcome. Sorry I missed all the excitement. I was having a bad back day.
The paint on the northern wall of my swanky gnomish burrow has been getting flaky for some time.
So I bought a paint can from the nearest gnomic store. But when I wanted to use it, I realized that the shop owner must have been in cahoots with Dark Forces and Abyssal (or maybe even [shudders] Abadonnian) spirits... for the colour of the paint was hideous, not quite of this world, not meant for a human (or gnome) mind... it was wrong and utterly... dull, without life or spark.
I thus dubbed this accursed colour...
Daemon Matte !
Matt Damon...
*shakes a bit*
[lights a dynamite stick, slips it under the collar of the Matt Damon puppet and runs away]
"Run for your life !"