He ate it.
Type: l2p
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| Author: | Didymus [ Fri Feb 03, 2006 8:03 pm ] |
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She does. Immediately after she demolishes it over the top of your skull. (She's prooty strong for a granny-type person). Type: Light fuse on TNT chicken and feed it to Tazmanian Devil. |
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| Author: | Beyond the Grave [ Fri Feb 03, 2006 8:10 pm ] |
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BOOM! He's mad. Command: You're not happy, your feeling glad, you got sunshine in a bag, you're useless but not for long. Your Future is coming on. |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Mon Feb 06, 2006 11:46 pm ] |
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The sunshine burns a hole in the bag and destroys the whole Peasantrian countryside. Great Jorb! Now there's nothing left for Troggie to burninate. He shrivels up and turns into a mushroom. Well, if you were still alive, you'd be glad you won. Type: Throw rotten tomato at Coach Z and blame it on Bubs. |
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| Author: | StrongRad [ Mon Feb 06, 2006 11:48 pm ] |
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You throw the tomato. Not only does he believe Bubs threw it, he takes action. He pulls out a zadermadermort and launches it at Bubs. I would tell you what happens, but I have no clue what it is. Command: Meet Larry and Barry |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Wed Feb 08, 2006 2:56 pm ] |
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You do. They look a lot like Dongalev and Mendelev for some reason. Type: Put flaming sack of whatzit on King of Peasantry's doorstep. |
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| Author: | DukeNuke [ Wed Feb 08, 2006 3:56 pm ] |
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He ate it.
Type: l2p |
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| Author: | StrongRad [ Wed Feb 08, 2006 3:58 pm ] |
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You don't make it to the bathroom in time. Yuck.. Command: Instant Replay |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Wed Feb 08, 2006 3:59 pm ] |
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The ref overturns your call. YOUR PNG A SPLODE! Type: Use sonic screwdriver on giant talking pepper shaker. |
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| Author: | StrongRad [ Wed Feb 08, 2006 4:39 pm ] |
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The giant pepper shaker doesn't swing that way, bub. The salt shaker is jealous, too. They ask you to leave. A Thwomp falls on you for some reason. You dead. Command: NASA Calendar! |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Wed Feb 08, 2006 4:44 pm ] |
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It's mostly pictures of Hot Sixties Looking Girls. But on the plus side, it's mostly pictures of Hot Sixties Looking Girls. Type: Give Hot Sixties Looking Girls Calendar to knigget. |
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| Author: | DukeNuke [ Wed Feb 08, 2006 4:48 pm ] |
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They feel insulted and slapeth yon face. Among other painfull things... Type: Buy all our playsets and toys! |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Wed Feb 08, 2006 4:51 pm ] |
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Ye haveth not enough GP for all that. You'll have to settle for Reynold's Apartment X-Treme Playset. "OH, I really need to go grocery shopping! I wish my girlfriend didn't leave me!" You now have 1 Reynold's Apartment X-Treme Playset. Use it wisely. Type: Make little umbrella drinks for Jhonka. |
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| Author: | StrongRad [ Sat Feb 11, 2006 7:01 am ] |
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Jhonka is amused by the novelty of such a tiny umbrella. You have unlocked secret character: Baby Lady's Brother Command: Steal Didymus' refrigerator door. |
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| Author: | 20X6_chairscoot [ Sat Feb 11, 2006 12:32 pm ] |
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you found a strange portal leading to another dimension of darkness and doom inside his fridge command: enter to see if there's any turkey sandwich leftover in it |
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| Author: | DukeNuke [ Sat Feb 11, 2006 3:11 pm ] |
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Nope, only some ketchup. Command: Do your homework. |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Sat Feb 11, 2006 8:58 pm ] |
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You open the books. You nearly choke to death from all the dust. Type: Milk Giant Flying Radioactive Moo Cow. |
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| Author: | 20X6_chairscoot [ Sun Feb 12, 2006 4:37 am ] |
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The cow flies and got roadkill'd you can't milk a dead cow you make a sandwich out of him instead it's perfectly normal command: panic |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Sun Feb 12, 2006 6:25 am ] |
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You run around like an idiot screaming at the top of your lungs (no, not the bowels of your lungs). You have managed to irritate the crap out of the Kerrek, but you're running so fast, he can't pound you. But it still doesn't impress any of the hot 60's looking wenches. Not even Princess Shell-Bra. IRRITATE'D THE KERREK'D!! Type: Give Meat Clown to Chik-Fil-A Moo Cows. |
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| Author: | Krazed Squirell [ Sun Feb 12, 2006 6:31 am ] |
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The cows devour the clown for some reason and then all the children cry becasue everyone loved Meaty the Clown! Type: Jump over Baskin-Robbins. |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Sun Feb 12, 2006 6:34 am ] |
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Who do yo think you are, a Giant Flying Radioactive Moo Cow? Are you secretly working for Ben and Jerry's or something? Anyway, you still fail to discover the as-yet unrevealed secret 32nd flavor. Type: Introduce Crazed Squirell to this person: 
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| Author: | Krazed Squirell [ Sun Feb 12, 2006 6:42 am ] |
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Crazed Squirell admires someone who can cart around a wheelbarrow full of explosives and still keep a smile on her face. The two wander off and live happily ever after. Krazed Squirell, on the other hand, has nothing to do with this scenario. Type: Examine Quiche. |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Sun Feb 12, 2006 6:57 am ] |
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You discover a small sign that says, "Warning: real men do not consume this product." But you should be okay to eat it. Type: Throw acorns on ground. |
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| Author: | Jaro-Advanced [ Sun Feb 12, 2006 7:00 am ] |
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Reply: Acorns are already on the ground Type: Eat my Sandwhich |
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| Author: | StrongRad [ Sun Feb 12, 2006 7:01 am ] |
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no way, man. That thing's old. Besides, I have this meatball sandwich. Command: Throw cell phones at Didymus |
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| Author: | Jaro-Advanced [ Sun Feb 12, 2006 7:07 am ] |
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Replie: I can't throw cellphones. Command: Throw Leftover Cat Food into the Sky and hope it lands on someone. |
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| Author: | Krazed Squirell [ Sun Feb 12, 2006 7:10 am ] |
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It lands on someone, it lands on Mr. Ground! Type: Press B Button. |
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| Author: | Jaro-Advanced [ Sun Feb 12, 2006 7:13 am ] |
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Reply: What B button? Command: Look for my Sandwhich |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Sun Feb 12, 2006 7:16 am ] |
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You already ate it, remember? Just a couple of posts ago. What next, pop out your eyes and swallow them? Good luck with that, btw. Type: Catch the cell phones StrongRad chucked at me and use them to establish a long distance networking service for Peasantry. |
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| Author: | Jaro-Advanced [ Sun Feb 12, 2006 7:26 am ] |
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Reply:I CAN'T REACH THE CELLPHONES! Command: Read this Book. |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Sun Feb 12, 2006 7:39 am ] |
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It was Franz Kafka's Metamorphosis. You turn into a giant cockroach with an apple stuck in your back. RAID'D!! Your head a splode! Type: Give Microphone +3 to Soce The Elemental Wizard. |
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