Feeling Utter Bliss

[Tarrasque Wrangler]

*sneaks up to grab Frukathaka's heart* Teehehehe!! It's mine now! And no one else can have it! Muahahahaha!!!

Not if this guy has anything to say about it.

 

[Lady_Acoma]

Pffft! He doesn't scare me....look at that little bit of fire he is trying so hard to be impressive with...BAH! I win hands down...I mean come on look at me in my avatar. Wouldn't you scream in horror and run if that came at you?

 

[Angel Tarragon]

Nope. I'd probably try to talk to you and try to become your friend.

 

[Lady_Acoma]

Nope. I'd probably try to talk to you and try to become your friend.

And so came the end of Frukathka....burned to a crisp as a lonely flaming idoit hugged her for trying to be her friend...

 

[Tarrasque Wrangler]

I mean come on look at me in my avatar. Wouldn't you scream in horror and run if that came at you?

Judging by your posture in that avatar you appear to be stricken with scoliosis. Since scoliosis is not communicable (unlike the dreaded Black Slouch of medieval times, which sent over a third of Europe to the school nurse's office), I feel I have little to fear. Of course, I'm only seeing you from the neck up. For all I know, from the neck down you're a sanity blasting jumble of alien parts given to much clicking and oozing, with a perfectly formed human head atop its mockery of shoulders.

Pardon me, I'm told my crumpets are ready.

 

[Lady_Acoma]

Pardon me, I'm told my crumpets are ready.

Ooooooo....Crumpets! Gimme, gimme!

*clicks over to Tarrasque on some odd manner of what must be legs*

 

[Rystil Arden]

Ooooooo....Crumpets! Gimme, gimme!

*clicks over to Tarrasque on some odd manner of what must be legs*

Cthulhacoma!

 

[Lady_Acoma]

Muahahaha!!! With fire even!

 

[Angel Tarragon]

I've got nine lives. Well, had nine lives, now I have eight. I come back then run away at warp speed.

 

[gamecat]

It's a raver maxim - PLUR.

Peace, Love, Unity, Respect.


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Or is it Pills Leave Us Retarded?

Enjoy your serotonin, Fruk.