The Cult of Doktor Howl, Scientist

[P3nT4gR4m]

How much for the seven pack? Ive been sober all day.

You are now, officially, a martyr!

[Luna]

How much for the seven pack? Ive been sober all day.

You are now, officially, a martyr!

It IS only 5:30...  You've got time...

[Jenne]

You should totally sell the indulgences WIFF da booze. 

A twofer or at the VERY least a BOGO.

[Jenne]

I like endulging. Ill have a holy double shot of jameson please. And how much?

Can you at least stop drinking long enough to have your sins forgiven? 

Whoa!!!! I was ready to follow you anywhere but WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK?????

Holiness comes at a price, P3nt...get thee behind me.

Cause Jenne is cutting in line at the bar..... 

You be revealin' all my tricks, missy...

[Jenne]

I like endulging. Ill have a holy double shot of jameson please. And how much?

Can you at least stop drinking long enough to have your sins forgiven? 

Whoa!!!! I was ready to follow you anywhere but WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK?????

Holiness comes at a price, P3nt...get thee behind me.

Nothing is worth that price, Jenne. Not even a fully functioning liver.

IT'S TEMPORARY SOBRIETY, MAN.

[P3nT4gR4m]

even temporary is moar than I signed up for. I want proof. I want guarantees, Dokdamnit!

[Phox]

Epimethus. Please do not pay attention to the Necronomicon wielding figures outside of your place of residence. They mean you no harm. It is the guy on the grassy knoll in Dallas that you have to worry about.

Badbeast. Sleep well. That is not, in fact, the faint sound of a tunnel being dug under your bed. There is certainly no reason to consider what sort of unspeakable horror would burrow up under your bed.

[Anna Mae Bollocks]

YUOR ARMS ARE GONNA FREEZE AND FALL OFF WHILE YOU'RE TRYING TO PASS FOR REGULATION REDNECK

How do I break this to you? 

Given the options (gently, or like a baseball bat to the skull), I can guess...

If he was a REAL redneck, he'd use a fifth of Jim Beam.

[Luna]

YUOR ARMS ARE GONNA FREEZE AND FALL OFF WHILE YOU'RE TRYING TO PASS FOR REGULATION REDNECK

How do I break this to you? 

Given the options (gently, or like a baseball bat to the skull), I can guess...

If he was a REAL redneck, he'd use a fifth of Jim Beam.

And risk busting the bottle open and spilling it??

[Don Coyote]

Oh and newcastle too but people should know better to drink beer that comes in clear bottles anyway.

Don't you ever speak disparagingly of Newcastle.

Sounds like Heresy against the Newcastle.

[Phox]

Oh and newcastle too but people should know better to drink beer that comes in clear bottles anyway.

Don't you ever speak disparagingly of Newcastle.

Sounds like Heresy against the Newcastle.

Coyote. Please to be looking to your left.... now.

[Don Coyote]

Oh and newcastle too but people should know better to drink beer that comes in clear bottles anyway.

Don't you ever speak disparagingly of Newcastle.

Sounds like Heresy against the Newcastle.

Coyote. Please to be looking to your left.... now.

At the bloodstained white wall?

[BadBeast]

Epimethus. Please do not pay attention to the Necronomicon wielding figures outside of your place of residence. They mean you no harm. It is the guy on the grassy knoll in Dallas that you have to worry about.

Badbeast. Sleep well. That is not, in fact, the faint sound of a tunnel being dug under your bed. There is certainly no reason to consider what sort of unspeakable horror would burrow up under your bed.

Phoxy, when I was a kid, there really were monsters hiding under my bed. All kinds of monsters. But they were hiding from ME. When it was dark, they would try to escape. But I was only pretending to be asleep, to coax the bastards out and see what was inside them. I mean really inside. Only one of them ever 'escaped'. It's out there somewhere, hiding under beds still. Ruining dreams. But it knows I'm still going to see what's inside it. One day. 

[Phox]

Oh and newcastle too but people should know better to drink beer that comes in clear bottles anyway.

Don't you ever speak disparagingly of Newcastle.

Sounds like Heresy against the Newcastle.

Coyote. Please to be looking to your left.... now.

At the bloodstained white wall?

That's the one. Now just hold that pose...

Epimethus. Please do not pay attention to the Necronomicon wielding figures outside of your place of residence. They mean you no harm. It is the guy on the grassy knoll in Dallas that you have to worry about.

Badbeast. Sleep well. That is not, in fact, the faint sound of a tunnel being dug under your bed. There is certainly no reason to consider what sort of unspeakable horror would burrow up under your bed.

Phoxy, when I was a kid, there really were monsters hiding under my bed. All kinds of monsters. But they were hiding from ME. When it was dark, they would try to escape. But I was only pretending to be asleep, to coax the bastards out and see what was inside them. I mean really inside. Only one of them ever 'escaped'. It's out there somewhere, hiding under beds still. Ruining dreams. But it knows I'm still going to see what's inside it. One day. 

Feh, monsters, he says. No, not monsters. Well, not unless you count retarded baby rabbits as monsters.

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