untitled, II

[Ubermench]

Burrrph, Slurrrp, Aaahhhh.

[Aberzombie]

Whutsuhmatter son, is ya chokin on sumthin?

[Ubermench]

Just had a big beerbelch that got away from me.

[Aberzombie]

Ayup, thet happins sumtimes.....

[Kobold Catgirl]

Yay! I love it when the accent comes here.

[Butterfrog]

Reckin so!

[Aberzombie]

Ayup

[Heathansson]

gyettdurn.

[Aberzombie]

Huh? Wuzzat?

[Larry Lichman]

AZ, Ah ain't got no brothers named Darryl, but Ah got a sisteh named Lori...

[Aberzombie]

She purty?

[Larry Lichman]

Purty evil, 'n' a whole lotta ded. She iz a Lich, affer all.

[Aberzombie]

Thet's jest thuh way ah lahk em. Kenya innerdoos me?

[Butterfrog]

*grabs Hill Billy Dictionary to help translate the Zumbeh talkin'*

[Larry Lichman]

She's inna middle of a richuel ta be a demi-lich, but Ah kin prolly innerduse yuh afterwords if'n she's up fer it.

[Aberzombie]

Ah reckon so.

[Butterfrog]

Yikes... undeuh sure talk funnee..

*keeps flippling trough the dictionary*

[DM Jester]

hey butterfrog gimme an email please.........

[Butterfrog]

DM Jester wrote:

hey butterfrog gimme an email please.........

Ayup!

Spoiler:

[e-mail]

[Big Mammy Grillz]

Naow Froggie, yew be carefull puttin' that thar email thingie out thar. Them revenuers might git aholt of it.

[Butterfrog]

Big Mammy Grillz wrote:

Naow Froggie, yew be carefull puttin' that thar email thingie out thar. Them revenuers might git aholt of it.

'tis ok ma' he'sa buddy!

*licks DM Jester*

[DM Jester]

Naw I meant for you to check my Id here and give send me an email so I can talk to you about something.

Spoiler:

Frog the greatest food ever

[Aberzombie]

Goddang hippeh.

[Butterfrog]

DM Jester wrote:

Naw I meant for you to check my Id here and give send me an email so I can talk to you about something.

Do ya still need it? Me just talk to ya in da chat

[Larry Lichman]

Froggeh, Ah think yer confuzed. Chattin' 'n' talkin's the same thang. Ya ken't talk ta sumone in a chat!

[Aberzombie]

Ayup.

[Butterfrog]

Ah reckin so :D

[Aberzombie]

It shor wuz perty wethur round heer yesturday.

[Larry Lichman]

Ayup.

[Aberzombie]

Yup.

[Larry Lichman]

Sho 'nuff!

[Aberzombie]

Ain't he thuh Shogun o'Harlem?

[Larry Lichman]

Ah don't rahtleh no.

Y'all reddy fer thet thar besketball turnament?

[Heathansson]

wut.

[Ubermench]

Yup.

[Big Mammy Grillz]

What in tarnashuns a basket ball? A round basket?

[Aberzombie]

Ah'm thinkin its thet game whar them gals dance round onna cort while them other fellers run round n'toss a ball upatta net er sumthin.

[Big Mammy Grillz]

Well sir, I aint herd the like afore. The crazy thangs some folk get up to ..

*HAAAAWK*

<ptui>

*CLAAANG*

[Heathansson]

ayup.

[Aberzombie]

Ah reckon so.

[Heathansson]

reckin.

[Larry Lichman]

Nice shot, Mammeh! Ah bet you cud be a purty gud basketball playah if'n ya gave it a trah.

[Heathansson]

thet wuddn no basket baw she chucked in thet hoop.

[Butterfrog]

Ayup, those pale fellows sure invent weird games...

[Aberzombie]

Ah reckon so.

[Larry Lichman]

Ayup.

[Aberzombie]

Goddang hippehs is alwuz spoylin other folks fun.

[Big Mammy Grillz]

Ayup. Dirty hippehs

[Aberzombie]

Ah reckon so.