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| Author: | StrongRad [ Tue Oct 04, 2005 5:57 pm ] |
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Jhonka is insulted by the new turkey leg. "What? You think old leg bad? Me think you tell Jhonka old leg is bad. It more bad than person that give Jhonka this pile of thing called riches. Riches is funny word. You want? Take." Then he gives you the riches on the condition that you keep the new turkey leg you gave him and promise to never give him another new turkey leg. Command: Surely you're joking. |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Tue Oct 04, 2005 5:59 pm ] |
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No, I assure you I am not. SERIOUS'D!! Type: Throw riches in well. |
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| Author: | StrongRad [ Tue Oct 04, 2005 6:23 pm ] |
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Money go down the hole... Command: Use AOL cd's |
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| Author: | Beyond the Grave [ Tue Oct 04, 2005 6:30 pm ] |
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Your compy explodes C: Eat Interruptor Jones |
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| Author: | ramrod [ Tue Oct 04, 2005 6:44 pm ] |
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IJ bans you. Great, you Ban'd, you moron. Lay supressive fire until the snipers are in position. |
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| Author: | Queenie-C [ Tue Oct 04, 2005 7:01 pm ] |
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The snipers get into position before you can accomplish your task, and even MORE unfortunately, their position is "acrobatically assembled atop a ski in a water show." Which you are forced to watch. At gunpoint. Nice going, Ester Williams. Command: Summon the hunky pool boys on the double, please, and don't spare the mustard! |
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| Author: | StrongRad [ Tue Oct 04, 2005 7:02 pm ] |
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I got here as fast as I could... It's hard to run in hot pants. Command: Take Trogdor to Arby's |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Tue Oct 04, 2005 10:48 pm ] |
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Troggy has about a hundred RB sammiches. You = Very Broke! Type: Pour Snake Oil on Old Man |
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| Author: | StrongRad [ Tue Oct 04, 2005 10:54 pm ] |
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Old Man shouts "Good for what ails ya!" Then tries to do a cartwheel and breaks his hip. Guess you shoulda checked the expiration date. Command: Pawn lawnmower |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Tue Oct 04, 2005 10:59 pm ] |
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You take a stick of TNT and blow it sky-high! Lawnmower = Very Pwn'D!! Oh, wait. You said PAWN. Oops! Guess that's what you get for playing with TNT! Type: Give Cinnamon Rolls of Yummy +3 to Kerrek. |
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| Author: | StrongRad [ Tue Oct 04, 2005 11:02 pm ] |
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Kerrek loves Cinamon Rolls... To show his appreciation, he dawns a dress and holds up a sign that says "I like Cinamon Rolls" Mega Jibbly! Command: Quack like a cow. |
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| Author: | SEAN'D! [ Wed Oct 05, 2005 7:04 am ] |
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Fantastic, now the game is stuffed, great job. Command: Use the power of heart |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Wed Oct 05, 2005 11:47 am ] |
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You would, but eating all that cholesterol, saturated fat, and salt all your life, your heart really doesn't have much power left. CORONARY'D!! Type: Freeze Butt Off. |
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| Author: | StrongRad [ Wed Oct 05, 2005 12:27 pm ] |
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You sit in the freezer. Your butt is gone. Great, now you can't sit down, and your jeans fit like crap. Way to go. Command: Rescue Strong Mad from Rottenegglund |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Wed Oct 05, 2005 12:31 pm ] |
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You mount a rescue mission. You get all the equipment, including O2 tanks and masks. You manage to get Strong Mad out, but now you smell like rotten eggs, and the lady types don't want anything to do with you. NO LADY TYPES FOR YOU'D!! Type: Burle Holiday Cabbage |
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| Author: | StrongRad [ Wed Oct 05, 2005 12:38 pm ] |
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Eh! Steve steals it, and the wheel chair flies through your house, chasing him, and wrecks up the place. Command: Use Rick and Bubba on Troggy |
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| Author: | DukeNuke [ Wed Oct 05, 2005 7:16 pm ] |
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You got no Ricks, you're outta Bubbas at the moment, and Troggy's not in line of sight. Command: Del C:\ |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Wed Oct 05, 2005 7:51 pm ] |
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Doesn't do anything. Try Format C:\. That'll do the job. Type: Put shiny round thing in coffee cup holder. |
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| Author: | Queenie-C [ Thu Oct 06, 2005 1:56 pm ] |
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Colin Mochrie is none too pleased at your putting his head in a cup holder. He slaps you with his dueling gloves, challenging you to a duel. You duel. You die. You dead. That'll teach you to pick on bald improv-types. Command: Gimmie your lunch money, dweeb, or I'll lash you soundly. |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Thu Oct 06, 2005 2:10 pm ] |
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It was a nickel. POOR'D!! Walk through snow 8 miles uphill both ways with no shoes on and like it! |
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| Author: | DukeNuke [ Thu Oct 06, 2005 4:50 pm ] |
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Well, the up-part was a bit tough, but the down-part was fun! Weeee! Eat your words untill your stomach is square. |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Sat Oct 08, 2005 3:47 am ] |
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You mean the words that come out of you when Batman hits you? Like "Sock!", "POW!", "BIFF!", and the like? Well, anyway, Batman beats the crap out of you, and the words don't taste that good anyway. You puke your pants. Type: Use dolphin on Old Man. |
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| Author: | The Japanese Geek [ Sat Oct 08, 2005 4:29 am ] |
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The old man rides the dolphins. Then the dolphins see fish and dive down low. DROWN'D! Rent a DVD! |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Sat Oct 08, 2005 10:44 am ] |
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It was Pearl Harbor. BORED OUT OF YOUR FREAKING SKULL'D UNTIL NEAR THE VERY END'D!! Type: Learn Old Man not to give you any guff. |
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| Author: | Queenie-C [ Sat Oct 08, 2005 11:18 am ] |
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You firmly state, for the record, "Don't give me any guff ... UNCLE DIDYMUS." After which Uncle Didymus comes out and does an Old Man Dance. Like the hustle or something. And you dance too. And unlike Uncle Didymus, you look really stupid, you dancing fool. So there. Command: Serenade me from below the balcony, Minstrel McDashing! |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Sat Oct 08, 2005 11:21 am ] |
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I can't. I'm too busy doing my "Old Man Dance!" Because apparently I'm an Old Man now! Get back to work on my cartoon. |
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| Author: | Queenie-C [ Sat Oct 08, 2005 11:53 am ] |
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For being a Grumbly Mumbly McRushing-You-Guy, you are tossed into a giant vat full of popular cartoon characters, where you are immediately set upon by Garfield. He takes away all your lasagna. Because that's what Garfield does. He steals lasagna and eats it. And he's a cat. Hilarious. (Now, unc, you KNOW that, reasonably speaking, you're an old man! Of the sea, like! But that certainly doesn't mean you can't dance, OR be saucily teased about it by the likes of me! Nyo ho ho!) Command: Bring that cheap minstrel back here and make him sing me a tune, already! |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Sat Oct 08, 2005 12:04 pm ] |
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"He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp, Or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken; To have his kneecaps split, and his body burned away; And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin!" (if that's not good enough, I could always try to compose a new jam in Fruity Loops). Use Magic Ring of AAAARRRRGGGGBLBLBL!! to steal Trogdor's secret treasure. |
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| Author: | Hi Guys [ Sat Oct 08, 2005 9:09 pm ] |
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Trogdor sees you anyway.BURNINATED!You be's dead. You decide to go on tour with Limozeen. |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Sun Oct 09, 2005 6:46 am ] |
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I'm going to assume that last statement was supposed to be a command. You become a roady for Limozeen! But then they get launched into space, and you get replaced by a robot on Freakazon 6. Use Morena Baccarin pic on Old Man (NOT DIDYMUS, QC!) |
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