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Started by anti-horab, March 20, 2005, 05:37:24 AM

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anti-horab

/me parries ad ashanderei spinning furiously, looks for a stab to teh jugular!
avian flu is the new ebola.

Horab Fibslager

/me counters with swooning duck, and flows into dancning penguin!
Hell is other people.

anti-horab

/me hops up and slaps hroab's sword back, teh cartwheels with a kick to hroab's noggin!
avian flu is the new ebola.

Horab Fibslager

/me staggers back and shakes head of blood.

you ! if you obey justice turn off that zig!

/me cuts the atoms that bidn reality resulting in the heart ofchaos opening up a vast quaking vortexing vaccum of madness and utter, compelte hroribel insanity!
Hell is other people.

anti-horab

/me coutners with a hadoken of all yoru base are belong to us!
avian flu is the new ebola.

Horab Fibslager

my suepr jumps outta the way and rains down sulphur!
Hell is other people.

anti-horab

/me blocks teh sulphur with a brimstones beam connon ray!
avian flu is the new ebola.

Horab Fibslager

/me sits down for a cup of tea and a smoke.
Hell is other people.

anti-horab

sw33t, breaktiem! i was getting hungry, i'm gonan make me a turkeh sanwedge j0!
avian flu is the new ebola.

Eldora, Oracle of Alchemy

My name...is...CaptainJamesTKirk..of the Starship...Ent..erprize.. :shock:

Caster Braids

Quote from: Eldora, Oracle of AlchemyMy name...is...CaptainJamesTKirk..of the Starship...Ent..erprize.. :shock:

*Summer twitches and unleashes Summer's Horde of Dementia Monsters on CaptainJamesTKirk in memory of all the times Summer's Brother stole the TeeVee to watch that God Awful show*
Can sin be forgiven?
I think... I want to be forgiven. ... More than anything.

But... I let you die...

...

"Shut up! Order and Chaos and your Stupid Plan don't mean a thing. She's gone! She'll no longer talk, no longer laugh, cry... or get angry... What about us... what are WE supposed to do? What about my pain? My fingers are tingling. My mouth is dry. My eyes are burning!"

...

I'll phone in a verdict.



Stay where you belong...

In my memories.

Hoshiko

*Hoshiko beats Summer's horde in a rousing game of bloody battlesword scrabble and commands them to turn against Summer with a fire hose and 4000 lbs of trout and butter. FOR THE TREKKIES!*

*Hoshiko glances around and asks*

"Anyone else wanna talk bad about Star Trek or Swings?"

<Glare>
Making people sorry they asked since 1983.

                   **************************

She got the speakers in the trunk
With the bass on crunk.

Zurtok Khan

*Saint Zurtok releases the army of the Asshats on Hosiko seconds before she can give the order the Trout and butter to be unleashed.*

*Hosiko is drownd in a sea of buttocks wearing hats, as is the rest of her army.*

*The army then panics and proceeds to take off their clothes and put hats on their asses.*

*Hosiko is then left with nothing but her two sargents with really tiny peckers (who were too afraid that everyone might see their little pricks, thus they kept their clothes on) and the 23rd company's cat mascot, who is a diabetic with rhumatoid arthritis and syphalis*

*Saint Zurtok then has a trekkie festival in the great hall of the University of Asshats, and invites Hosiko because she has all that trout and butter that needs to be eaten, and seeing as most trekkies are fat, this works out well, as they all have heart attacks and die from eatting too much butter, and actually seeing a pretty girl (namely, Hosiko)*

Booyeah!
Resistance is Fertile.

Always acknowledge a fault. This will throw those in authority off their guard and give you an opportunity to commit more.
-Mark Twain

I thoroughly disapprove of duels. If a man should challenge me, I would take him kindly and forgivingly by the hand and lead him to a quiet place and kill him.
-Mark Twain

Caster Braids

Quote from: Saint Zurtok Ah.D.*Saint Zurtok releases the army of the Asshats on Hosiko seconds before she can give the order the Trout and butter to be unleashed.*

Mo Ghile Mear?
Can sin be forgiven?
I think... I want to be forgiven. ... More than anything.

But... I let you die...

...

"Shut up! Order and Chaos and your Stupid Plan don't mean a thing. She's gone! She'll no longer talk, no longer laugh, cry... or get angry... What about us... what are WE supposed to do? What about my pain? My fingers are tingling. My mouth is dry. My eyes are burning!"

...

I'll phone in a verdict.



Stay where you belong...

In my memories.

Horab Fibslager

/me sits at the table, munchign ona  deleicious sandwhich while watching riker tell data how it is, notices carnage out of corner of eye, then glances at clock, then returns to riker striking a hero pose.
Hell is other people.