She taketh all ye gold dubloons and useth them to buy a Strong Bad Taco Salad. It was the Taco Salad of her dreams. (ps: QC, you know we only do it because we love you!
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Type: Pour expresso on potted plant.
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| Author: | Didymus [ Sat Feb 25, 2006 11:10 pm ] |
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You open the door, but he won't come out unless you have some major big time drugs with you. Unfortunately, the only drug you have with you is aspirin, and he's not really interested. He stays in jail. Type: Give KISS Plushies to Matt Groenig. |
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| Author: | Acekirby [ Sun Feb 26, 2006 1:07 am ] |
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Command: Matt Groenig? Who is this person? Stop speakingeth nonsense. Type: Me gustan los burritos! |
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| Author: | Beyond the Grave [ Sun Feb 26, 2006 5:17 am ] |
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Los burritos no le quieren! Usted gasta todo el día en el terlet. Command: Viva la Raza! |
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| Author: | DukeNuke [ Sun Feb 26, 2006 3:57 pm ] |
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Extra Real Babel Fish Translation XR!: Acekirby: I like the young donkeys! BtG: The young donkeys do not want to him! You spend all the day in terlet. BtG: The Race lives! The race lives? Ok, unfortunatly, it wasn't your race. Command: Eat... something. |
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| Author: | Chichindrich [ Mon Feb 27, 2006 1:20 am ] |
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Response: You eat the something. You would've preferred a vanilla something, but beggers can't be choosers. Command: Breakdance |
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| Author: | StrongRad [ Mon Feb 27, 2006 5:15 am ] |
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You dance. The only dance you know with the word "break" in it is 'Achy Breaky Heart'. Even though that song and its accompanying dance haven't been invented yet, the people of Peasantry are already tired of it. The Kerrek puts you out of your misery. Command: Elect Didymus Grand Supreme Ruler of All Things |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Mon Feb 27, 2006 4:50 pm ] |
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You elect Didymus Grand Supreme Etc Etc. He rules the universe with an Iron Fist! Well, maybe more like an Aluminum Foil Index Finger. Using his army of clown warriors, he takes over the galaxy, bringing pizzas and jerseys for all. Type: Change clothes in telephone booth. |
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| Author: | StrongRad [ Mon Feb 27, 2006 5:23 pm ] |
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Hey there, you DO realize that the phone booth is kinda, umm, transparent? Everyone laughs at your He-Man Underoos... You cry Command: Trade key card for Dr Pepper. |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Mon Feb 27, 2006 5:34 pm ] |
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(Hey, it worked for Superman). The Old Man takes your key card, but he's out of Dr. Pepper. He gives you a Mr. Pibb instead. PIBB'D!! Type: Throw Gordita at Bear Holding A Shark. |
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| Author: | StrongRad [ Mon Feb 27, 2006 6:25 pm ] |
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The bear thinks that this is some sort of trade. He throws the shark at you. Jaws'D! Command: Put coasters under one leg of Granny C's rocking chair |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Mon Feb 27, 2006 8:59 pm ] |
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It's a rocking chair. It has those rounded ski-like things used for rocking, remember? But you attempt it anyway. Unfortunately, you didn't pay attention to the fact that she was sitting in the chair at the time. "What in tarnation do you think you're doing, you whippersnapper?" She promptly pummels you with her Cane of Clobberation +3, while yelling, "HELP! POLICE! ROCKING CHAIR PERVERT! ROCKING CHAIR PERVERT!" Type: Arrest Strong Rad for being a Rocking Chair Pervert. |
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| Author: | Beyond the Grave [ Tue Feb 28, 2006 2:45 am ] |
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StrongRad gets arrested and thrown in a cell with Bubba, they become fast friends. Command: O rly? |
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| Author: | DukeNuke [ Tue Feb 28, 2006 2:39 pm ] |
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ya rly! Command: For (i = 0; i < 10; i += 1) {List_add[i] = i}; List_print |
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| Author: | StrongRad [ Tue Feb 28, 2006 3:25 pm ] |
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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 (I think) What language is that? It's not IDL or perl, so I don't recognize it. Command: Replace Didymus +4 fabric softener of fluffiness with +1 fabric softener of "eh, it's better than nothing". |
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| Author: | DukeNuke [ Tue Feb 28, 2006 4:45 pm ] |
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He sees you just before you get close enough to him, and beats you four times. (It was a mix of GML and stuff I just made up.) Command: Stealth, and then go pickpocket that rich looking guard. |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Tue Feb 28, 2006 6:20 pm ] |
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You use your incredible powers of stealth. Only, when you try to pick the knigget's pocket, his metal pants fall down and make a very loud "CLANK!" The knigget now thinks you're some sort of pervert and beats the living crap out of you with his Morning Star of Clobberation. Type: Shrimp Attack! |
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| Author: | DukeNuke [ Tue Feb 28, 2006 9:09 pm ] |
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Shrimp kebab! 478 dmg! Shrimp sausages! 314 dmg! Shrimp sallad! Missed! Shrimp sandwiches! 472 dmg! Shrimp pie! Critical! 902 dmg! Shrimp... Type: Steal Marzipans raddish and [s]win the compotision![/s] flush it down the toilet! |
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| Author: | Hi Guys [ Wed Mar 01, 2006 12:31 am ] |
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You do flush it down the toilet. Of course, the radish is too big and the toilet overflows. There's water everywhere and you need to call a plumber. And then the Kerrek kills you. Play ultimate frisbee with Stinkoman. |
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| Author: | Exhibit A [ Wed Mar 01, 2006 12:47 am ] |
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You lose. What were you thinking, challenging a talented fight in sports? Hahaha! Type: Run for president. |
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| Author: | Queenie-C [ Wed Mar 01, 2006 11:12 am ] |
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Reply: Unfortunately, the best presidential campaign slogan you could come up with involved several wildly-flung peace signs mixed with the phrase, "I AM a crook!" Thus, you lose at ye olde ballot boxe. REVERSE NIXONATION'D!! Command: Kindly inform Uncle Didy and Strong Rad that their hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiilarious grandmotherly references are SO five minutes ago. |
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| Author: | The Cup of Coffee [ Wed Mar 01, 2006 11:25 am ] |
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They get the message and get the FCoT+3 ! BANANAS,FOOL! EAT BANANAS! |
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| Author: | DukeNuke [ Wed Mar 01, 2006 4:18 pm ] |
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You eat one hundered bannanas. You survived, somehow, but you slip on a bannana shell and break your legs. Command: Get me a danish! |
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| Author: | StrongRad [ Wed Mar 01, 2006 4:47 pm ] |
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Umm... Yeah. Don't know if you got the memo or not, but that's Stiney's job. Command: Giveth all gold dubloons to the one they call Granny "Captain M'Lady" C |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Wed Mar 01, 2006 5:43 pm ] |
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She taketh all ye gold dubloons and useth them to buy a Strong Bad Taco Salad. It was the Taco Salad of her dreams. (ps: QC, you know we only do it because we love you! )
Type: Pour expresso on potted plant. |
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| Author: | ??? [ Wed Mar 01, 2006 5:53 pm ] |
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The plant mutates and becomes a Honda. Score! Buy 12 cans of. |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Wed Mar 01, 2006 6:01 pm ] |
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You buy 12 cans of. They are 20 GP each, and so now you're out of GP. But at least you now have 12 cans of. And just what do you plan to do with all those cans of? Type: Give life-size Hilary Duff cardboard cutout to Clan. |
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| Author: | DukeNuke [ Wed Mar 01, 2006 6:25 pm ] |
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He hugs her. The edges of the cardboard are very sharp, and so he cuts his arms and bleed to death. YAY! Type: Give the KoT the largest butter factory in the world. |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Thu Mar 02, 2006 4:47 pm ] |
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Great! Now there's a worldwide shortage of butter. The European economy completely collapses, and the price of real butter becomes like $68,476 per ounce. What's more, several margarine companies create newer and deadlier forms of fake butter, selling them on the black market, so that you can get cancer just from eating your morning pancakes. Which you do, by the way. DEATH BY MARGARINE'D!! Meanwhile, the KOT has now become a giant rubber monster determined to destroy Tokyo. (fyi: real butter actually is healthier for you than margarine) Type: Put Hillary Duff pictures on top of covered punji pit. |
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| Author: | Beyond the Grave [ Thu Mar 02, 2006 7:18 pm ] |
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Clan sees the pics, runs, fall through and impaled on a spike. Clan = Very dead. Are you happy now? Command: Find the Lost Ark. |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Thu Mar 02, 2006 9:27 pm ] |
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You find the lost ark. Not the one with the Ten Commandments, but the one that had all the animals. It's just a big ol' boat on the side of a mountain somewhere. And it's pretty much empty except for a bunch of millennia-old animal crap. The Poopsmith rejoices at the discovery. 
Type: Challenge the Corn Army to a...uh...CHALLEEEEENNNNNGE! |
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