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Quote:*grabs Mr. microphone and switches it to announcer voice*... Ok then, no good costumes for me... *finds the food instead*
Don't be too hasty Fey, the modern Sith woman has a range of costume choices that are both flattering AND functional
*pulls lever rolling out catwalk*
The Dark Side...making the universe a more fashionable place to serve.
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*attempts to sneak up on Qui-gon Sack and Obi Pupparoni*
*brings backup cuz bad guys totally get to cheat*
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*watches Feds newest batch of recruits*
*promptly joins the Dark Side*
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*tussels as fiercely as a tribble*
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*curls up into a ball and purrs in a tribblish way*
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*does best Ron perlman impression*
"Lunch.
Lunch never changes.
The Romans made lunch to gather full bellies and nap.
Spain built an empire from its lust for snacks.
Hitler shaped a battered Germany into an gastronomic superpower.
But lunch never changes.
In the 21st century, lunch was still made with the resources that could be acquired.
Only this time, the spoils of lunch were also its weapons.
Tacos and cheeseburgers.
For these resources, China would invade Alaska, the US would annex Canada, and the European Commonwealth would dissolve into quarreling, bickering nation-states, bent on controlling the last remaining lunch foods on Earth.
In 2077, the storm of second breakfast had come again.
In two brief hours, most of the planet was reduced to overstuffed lethargy.
And from the ashes of really full bellys, a new civilization would struggle to arise.
A few were able to reach the relative safety of the large underground Vaults.
Your family was part of the group that entered Vault Thirteen.
Imprisoned safely behind the large Vault door, under a mountain of stone, a generation has lived without knowledge of the outside world.
Life in the Vault is about to changeĀ
Fullout 3, coming this sometime! -
Here...I'll quiz you Stun!
Ok. Two zombies are shambling north at 3 miles per hour. The human is also fleeing north at 7 miles per hour. the human is unaware of one more zombie 1/2 mile ahead shambling south at 2 miles per hour. The human has a 47' head start, but will slow to 1/4th speed after 10 minutes. With this being said, who gets the biggest piece of his brain? -
so we're having a TACOPOCALYPSE?
Doom was rarely so tasty -
*peeks out from under the kittehs chefs hat*
They gone yet?
*pulls out a box of Apocalypso's, the beginning of your day at the end of the world!*
I haz cereal, and each serving also absobs radiation and can be used to build a shelter. -
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I declare this thread the WHOLE WEEKEND ROOKERY THREAD!
Rawr!
*chains all the cold pizza to the tables*
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Wait...we're dueling for the puppeh?
I thought you'd eaten all the Doritos
How about a nice duet thingum
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Quote:*Wanders in, wearing black glasses and a 50's style suit, carrying a guitar and a samurai sword.*
Anyone know the way to Vegas?
*Challenges Fedor to a duel*
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*SLIGHTLY modifes the turtle ride*
*Ninjavanish*