Diaglo Must Die

[Drakeskull]

Vorith went 1/2 a round

Vorith went half a round with Mike Tyson in his prime. It wasnt looking good for him went he went into rage then Tyson was out with a single punch, then with the money he bought ever diecast miniture that was ever made and had them painted by Julie Bell and Royo.

 

[Darkness]

Run, mates, before he starts to combine OD&D pimping with thread necromancy.

 

[Alzrius]

Vorith went half a round with Mike Tyson in his prime. It wasnt looking good for him went he went into rage then Tyson was out with a single punch, then with the money he bought ever diecast miniture that was ever made and had them painted by Julie Bell and Royo.

Please, everyone I know went a round or two with Tyson and put him away...now King Hippo, there was a mean customer.

- Alzrius, who still has both kitty ears

 

[diaglo]

Please, everyone I know went a round or two with Tyson and put him away...now King Hippo, there was a mean customer.

- Alzrius, who still has both kitty ears

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Body blow... Body blow.... Body blow...

 

[Felix]

*Felix walks into this thread and sees exactly what he needs to do. So he walks out...*


*...and back in with safety goggles and a firehose.*

spurt-splutter-FRAGGA-WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH


Ok, nothing to see here. Move along. Move along. I mean it you catphiles! Get on home. Go hock your hairballs somewhere else, please.

Ah- Diaglo, you stay right there....

splutter-splutter-FRAGGA-WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH

Nothing says "Getting Rid of Grognards" like a 500lb pressureized hose!

 

[kirinke]

*shakes water off fur off, glares at Felix, gathers up all her catphile buddies and then after a rousing speech, they go and hack hairballs on Felix. Then they hack hairballs all over his most precious belongings. Including his spare set of underwear.

 

[Ao the Overkitty]

What part of MEOW don't you understand, punk?

 

[Apocalyptic Kitty]

All the cat people MUST die.

Fool! You should not have invoked the wrath of the felines! Diaglo's lifeless corpse lies decaying in a heap at the foot of your stairs, your knife firmly implanted in his back, next to your signed confession. You will be sharing his fate soon enough.

 

[Felix]

*Felix sludges his way out of the pile of hairballs with a wicked grin on his face...*

C'mere kitty kitty kitty...

*Takes a jumbo bag of catnip out of his pocket and casts it out to all the vomitous felines.*

Heh. Let's see if you're more pliable when you're high! Heh heh heh.

 

[beeber]

mmm. . . catnip

who were we after again?

(finds a warm spot and curls up for a nap)