Eric Noah, post in this thread. Everyone else stay out.

Emirikol · Dec 17, 2006

Ningunos sires. Soy Eric Noah y trabajo en la planta Swift del embalaje de la carne en Greeley, Colorado.

[through translator] No sirs. I am Eric Noah and I work at the Swift meat packing plant in Greeley, Colorado.

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Mark CMG · Dec 17, 2006

Heathansson said:
Hey, this is Eric Noah. Are there any messages for me?

Ahem. Heathansson, I served with Eric Noah, I knew Eric Noah, Eric Noah was a friend of mine. Heathansson, you are no Eric Noah.

Goblyn · Dec 17, 2006

I'm not posting in this thread.

Cabral · Dec 17, 2006

EricNoah said:
Everyone who is not Eric Noah stay out of this thread please. Thanks!

Okay.

Angel Tarragon · Dec 17, 2006

Darklone said:
I thought I was Batman????

Yeah right, and I'm Tom Welling.

Ambrus · Dec 17, 2006

I want to be Eric Noah when I grow up.

megamania · Dec 17, 2006

Has anyone seen my lost dog? He is missing an eye, has no teeth, has a torn ear and goes by the name of Eric Noah.

EricNoah · Dec 17, 2006

Uh, you people are silly.

Look, I know what's going on in the other thread ... you're voting me off the island. I knew one day this would happen, that the thing I spawned would turn against me, form an angry mob, grab pithforks and torches, and chase me through a rustic village shouting, "Monster! Monster!" And that I would eventually lose the crowd, slow down, almost trip on a log, but would regain my balance at the last minute, then turn around, take a few steps backwards and tumble into an old well. And even that I would land on my neck, breaking it but not killing me, and that I would lie there paralyzed for days and finally perish of starvation while rats nibbled on my toes.

Yeah, I knew this would happen.

*cue sad walking-away music from the end of The Incredible Hulk*

Cor Azer · Dec 17, 2006

EricNoah said:
Uh, you people are silly.

Look, I know what's going on in the other thread ... you're voting me off the island. I knew one day this would happen, that the thing I spawned would turn against me, form an angry mob, grab pithforks and torches, and chase me through a rustic village shouting, "Monster! Monster!" And that I would eventually lose the crowd, slow down, almost trip on a log, but would regain my balance at the last minute, then turn around, take a few steps backwards and tumble into an old well. And even that I would land on my neck, breaking it but not killing me, and that I would lie there paralyzed for days and finally perish of starvation while rats nibbled on my toes.

Yeah, I knew this would happen.

*cue sad walking-away music from the end of The Incredible Hulk*

Careful guys, I don't think we'd like him when he's angry.