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Originally posted by Jimbob: **"Are you suggestin' that cocconuts migrate?" **
"Not at all, they could be carried."
Now someone has to say the next line.
------------------ There are two choices, life and death. Eventually everyone chooses death. -DeadBeat (url="http://"http://www.evula.org/deadbeat/") Requiem for the Insane(/url)
Originally posted by DeadBeat: **
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Cresent shrugs. "Never seen the movie." She eats Jimbob's second batch of pies, just for fun.
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Originally posted by DeadBeat: **"Not at all, they could be carried." **
"By what, a swallow?"
Jimbob buys more pies after selling more gold bananas. He puts a 700freaking-gajillion volt fence around them, and puts Chirpo nearby, just in case...
Crescent is buried in a barrage of pies.
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Originally posted by Jimbob: **"By what, a swallow?" **
"It could grip it by the husk."
DeadBeat grabs a spoon and begins to rescue Cresent from the pile of pies.
Originally posted by DeadBeat: **"It could grip it by the husk."
pp searches the deep recesses of hip mind (what does recesses mean?) in a desperate attempt to find out what the next line is. He shrugs brings out an old, dusty VCR, and inserts the Holy Grail into it. Skip this... this... pp fast forwards to the bridge of death scene.
"Ah, this part I know!"
"... what is... your name? "
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Originally posted by phantompenguin: **"... what is... your name? " **
What...is your quest?
Jimbob laughs maniacally as he rains pies on Deadbeat.
An oddly familiar image apears on the holoscreen.
"What...is your favorite color? "
Luke grins.
"I'm using a crappy old PC to communicate with you all. Pity me."
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Cresent finally gets out of the pile of pies, digs out Deadbeat, feels sorry for Luke, and pushes Jimbob off an eighty-storey building. And all in one sentence, too!
"Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derived from a mandate from the masses not from some farcical aquatic ceremony. You can't expect to wield supreme executive power just because some watery tart threw some sword at you. Look, if i went 'round saying i was an emporer just because some moistened bink had lubbed a scimitar at me they'd put me away. "
Some one get the next line to that.
DeadBeat thanks Cresent then installs a diving board for the acid pit.
Originally posted by DeadBeat: **"Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derived from a mandate from the masses not from some farcical aquatic ceremony. You can't expect to wield supreme executive power just because some watery tart threw some sword at you. Look, if i went 'round saying i was an emporer just because some moistened bink had lubbed a scimitar at me they'd put me away. "
Some one get the next line to that. **
"Will you shut up!"
Guffaw.
Jimbob regenerates and eats some pie.
Asriel walks into the bar and hears the conversation.
"Blue!"
Asriel then orders a drink and a pie.
------------------ "Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so." -- Douglas Adams
Originally posted by asriel: **Asriel walks into the bar and hears the conversation.
Jimbob chucks a pie at Asriel and laughs as it breaks his face.
Cresent rigs a rather large amount of pies above the door, to fall on anyone who goes through it. She saves one, however, and throws it at Jimbob.
UR walks through the bar just like always, only to find a large amount of pies to fall on him. He gets up, all covered in pie, and says, "Hey thanks!" UR eats all the pies. "We are the knights who say "nieh" (dunno if thats spelled right) UR finishes the pie with his intergalactic spoon, which his cousin once used to carve her name in a moose.
------------------ You're just jealous because the voices only talk to me! -Ultimate Rebel
Mikhailovich walkis into the bar and realizes he made a wrong jump somewhere, for he was en route to the Albatross. trapped in a strange world, he finds Cresent's familiar face, feels more comfortable, and buys a drink
------------------ what's this? i was just fighting a 'fed cruiser in Tau Ceti and now what the hell happened? i'm in this "Eltor" System... damn wormholes
DeadBeat beats Cresents face until it is no longer recognizable so Ambassador Mikhailovich no longer feels comfortable.
Ah, but the Ambassador knows my face, too, doesn't you? pp suddenly feels very insecure... "NIEH!"
Edit: Teehee, my coding sucks.
(This message has been edited by phantompenguin (edited 04-19-2003).)
Unreal puts a few hydrogen bombs on Cresents Pie Dropping thing. a wonderer walks into the bar only to have half teh bar blow up. When the bar regenerates, the bombs regenerate in the same spot. it keeps doing this for a few years befor the regeneration machine breaks down.
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Cresent gets a face lift to make her face back to normal, and gives Deadbeat the bill.
Mikhailovich looks at phantompenguin and thinks "Oh, great... THAT guy"