*runs craban over with train, drives train into mousehole* 
So you mean you'll put down your rock, and I'll put down my sword; and we'll try and kill each other like civilized people?
Dubbed first knight of pep-istan by her majesty Queen Pepcat. first catmonaut to walk onna moon.
PENGUIN!!!...(^)>
...............C(...)D
.................m.m
ah the legion of gloom shall be our monocle and our ginormous hideously deformed mutated aberration shall lurk in the shadowy depths of the nooks and crannies and we shall name him GEORGE and all shall tremble in fear AND confused uncertainty and those villain skins will be used for warmth
Now has anyone seen GEORGE? and yes he is quite curious and a boy....atleast i think so if not he will win a few bar bets
Greetings, I've just recently recovered from both a concussion and third-degree burns, I assume you all remember the trap door.
Anyway, I do believe I've been too coherent, so I'll need to pick up the slack.
Eiuvrewghiehfriqhor!!!
That should clear things up (pulls out a tea cozy and begins to eat it).
[B]The Once and Future Official Minister of Awesome[/B]
[I]And don't you forget it.[/I]
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burns eh well luckily someone delivered us an iceberg earlier got lie down on it nothing bad could ever come from moist burned flesh contacting a solid block of ice
I know what you're thinking. You can't bring him back. The old Indian burial ground is cursed. The ground's sour. DO NOT BURY HIM THERE. Nothing good can come of such an undertaking. It will bring the end of all. Besides, there's a reason the Indians stopped using the ground for such a purpose. There's a reason. A reason for me. To change who I used to be. And the reason they don't, is Craban.
*buries craban in the indian graveyard wait with anticipation* 
So you mean you'll put down your rock, and I'll put down my sword; and we'll try and kill each other like civilized people?
Dubbed first knight of pep-istan by her majesty Queen Pepcat. first catmonaut to walk onna moon.
PENGUIN!!!...(^)>
...............C(...)D
.................m.m
::notes the cat-like thing buried something in the yard and tries to not step there::
Once upon a time there was a simple little thing that grew and grew until it was far too large to contain all the things it wished to see and then one day it finally blew into the air like severteen thousand spiders all hungry for blood and horror while drifting in the currents with much anticipation. We noted the time and spoke of nothing more for many years because all we could do to bring the balance back was fold the chair and remain unmoved while everything accelerated back to what it had never been before a disconcerting idea when faced with the reality of the war inside your mind.
Your soul holds nothing for me now, too far gone with simple tricks and broken dreams, burnt pictures and meaningless poems, scattered to the winds of your heart and mind with little regard for the stains they leave behind. My hands too full of what you were, and it snaps under the weight.
The portrait we see now is but a pale shadow of the darkest night, a time for things to go unsaid while we cower from the light and prey upon anything crossing our path just as the loucutantent traveller signs his math with many a driveling Jay and sprinkling of hay.
If only we stopped to listen, if only we had the time to realize that nothing we want is there to be taken for it was sold only last week to some guy down the street who won't use it and won't even open the box to see what it was, simply hold it in a darkened corner of his massive pile and claim victory over substance by existing. Not even the fire will save us from his retribution and the moonraths out labe.
Boil your eyeballs and then tell me what you see, for the refined essence will bind your senses to the ultimate truth of nothingness wrapped in pain.
Either this, or the rusty blade will cleave out your mind and show you firsthand the meaning of the phrase, "gerheldenstacht."
ah gerheldenstacht now that is a phrase that rains truth upon our minds as the multitude of blows that have rained upon my skull...it's times like these reflecting on the false accusations of life that we should all step back and fall off the precipice of sanity and wrap the arms of incoherent thoughts about us as we snuggle the bosom of the bosom woman that holds us at arms length as she calls for the police something about a stalker and the sweet serenity afforded by the gratuitous bludgeoning dealt us as we drift away from the pain and things go dark
I've got a nutty idea....
Knight, pull yer head off for a second will ya? I wanna re-enact that scene from Motel Hell. You know, the one with Julia Hastings?
hehehehe
Ths will be fun...
Creeping along the wall
Awaiting the moon to fall
Then with its paws
Sinks its claws
Into our favorite patsy.
Eh... it needs work, but you get the gist.
Look around in the dark
And you will see nothing...
During the day, wear the mark.
Your soul carries the thing
Around like a mill stone,
That pulls you farther from the light.
Hearing nothing but a groan,
You stray farther into the night
Never to see again your home...
And now the end, to split between ya.
ick... these are not easy to do with screen names. GET SOME PROPER NAMES! Oh well.
It crept inside
your skin last night
and burrowed deep
beneath you psyche;
but now you scream
in fear and glee
and didn't even realise
you're sleeping in pee.
hey atleast it was warm
Kept in the box
Awoken with rocks
May you never forget
Underneath the vet
Its all gone gooey.
Creeping crawling
sometimes calling
we move to the center
of the vast renter
and hope to find
that what's left behind
is more than a match
for the soft thatch
of the old house
where we hid that louse.
I demand an Intermission! I have to pee and I don't wanna sleep in it, no matter how warm it is. Plus, I demand refreshments! To the snack bar!
Somebody once said that the way to get ahead was to grab at every opportunity like a dying man but they never explained to I, so versed in the specifics of such a plan, how the man, who long since voided his brain-pan could ever come close to being the salvation I seek?
But does it even matter, if I sit here growing fatter and never claim the thing that once made me happy, that too soft feeling of bliss in the mist with many a tenebrious tingle upon the ridge's fingle where bloothren and jibna swoon upon the languid room for none have decried the main disgruntlement with interaloqument is the fantrabilization of yon traumterialitation, that hideous wink before the drink that robs your mind of the time.
And when you awaken it is too late to ponder the safety of the gate that brought you in to see what happened to him...
Time out has been called on the play. First down, ten yard penalty and Mr. Trabeck will choose the next category.
Ok Jonny, tell them what they've won, (don't mention the scorpions)!
::in a famous announcer's voice::
You've won a brand new cornflakes and raisin bran cereal boxes with bowels to eat out of .....two big scoops of scorpions too for nothing is too good for our losers
Yea I win!
I DEMAND FREE STUFF IMMEDIATELY!
Or else I shall hold me breath.
*deep breath*
*passes out*
*drags crabans passed out body into the litter box. buries it* 
So you mean you'll put down your rock, and I'll put down my sword; and we'll try and kill each other like civilized people?
Dubbed first knight of pep-istan by her majesty Queen Pepcat. first catmonaut to walk onna moon.
PENGUIN!!!...(^)>
...............C(...)D
.................m.m
::notes the cat-thing bury something else::And now I hear that this I6 thing is the end of the world of CoH as we know it run
run for the hills we just avoided the beta disaster and now this NOOOOOOO!!!!
You watch, once things settle down a bit they'll give us the new COV skins and then we'll make 'em sorry... um... perhaps that needs to be rephrased a bit.
Anyway, the point is that if you adjust the monitor thingy it all goes gray anyway so we'll just have to succumb to depression. It'll be fun!
Mind the train!