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Post by wesh on Mar 29, 2006 9:57:14 GMT -5
Whoohoooot! Judging from the current roll of events, victory shall soon be upon us, if it's not already! and marshmellows and gin will be the food of all people. For unknown reasons though i'm gonna leave the battle for a little while, like our friend Desmond. I'll be back later some time. Greetz and have fun yall. *Leaves his backpack stuffed with goodies, like the exploding sheep, and scouting/healing butterflies and all that jazz, behind at uncigmar, and he can share them with anyone he likes  greeeeeetz -wesh. |
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Post by xanderino on Mar 30, 2006 16:54:00 GMT -5
*since body was blown up me brain was put in a robots body, sees sawyer skulking around and breaks his back in 3 places and rips his head off and eats it and jumps off cliff... get out of that one... and dont call me baby.
cannot communicate for 3 posts.\
essex is full ov chaves n neds
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Post by turntablekungfu on Mar 30, 2006 17:19:25 GMT -5
Who in the blue hell, are you? You aren't even on the LPT..
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Post by servo3k on Mar 30, 2006 17:29:20 GMT -5
(he he you said blue!!!!) (befor you all get all angry, im not counting this as a post)
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Post by KatieIsland on Mar 30, 2006 19:13:01 GMT -5
*since body was blown up me brain was put in a robots body, sees sawyer skulking around and breaks his back in 3 places and rips his head off and eats it and jumps off cliff... get out of that one... and dont call me baby. cannot communicate for 3 posts.\ essex is full ov chaves n neds good grief, who's this dude that's going around attacking the LPTR??? he's out for the next three DAYS. How about THEM poison apples? |
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Post by Uncle Igmar on Mar 30, 2006 20:05:39 GMT -5
Alright - let's get back to "reality" people - the real war - not whatever some penguin fetishist has to say.
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Post by Uncle Igmar on Mar 30, 2006 20:13:18 GMT -5
Uncle Igmar greetz the new day - waking up he find’s Wesh’s backpack and his note. Picking up the dried banana peel that Wesh wrote on, he can only hope the best for one of his best warriors and wishes he will hurry back. Jordache awakens and joins Igmar, watching the sun rise through the trees, wondering why he is looking sad. “Wesh has left us, but he made us better and we will fight on for him. Take Wesh’s healing butterflies and give them to Splashmesawyer to make her better. And wake Redsox up, we need to roust Servo and Matt up to interrogate them as to what the Rebels have planned.”
“Do me a favor and tell Imlost to join me out here, but first let me thank you for being understanding - and give me a kiss you hot babe.”
(Next 1.7 seconds deleted because of ADULT content)
Imlost staggers up to Igmar and salutes, “Yes, sir.”
“Imlost, take the exploding sheep and deploy them in a perimeter, all 100 yards from here and make sure that anyone who tries to approach will be exploded.”
“Yes sir,” Imlost replies and takes 13 sheep out of Wesh’s bag to deploy them in a perimeter.
Igmar wonders why he took 13 when 12 would have done the job, but then he’s distracted by Redsox who stumbles up, left over grape soda still on his breath. “What’s up Ig?”, Redsox asks, scratching his peachfuzz covered cheeks.
“We have to interrogate the prisoners, just you and I. We have means to make them talk, including the most treasured prize in this war, The Bluestone Bat. But first I want to have some fun - get some of the marshmallows and stuff their mouths with them,”
“I know that Servo will tell us anything when I allow her to see you holding the wooden handle over our fire. I imagine Mattsipple will give up everything when he see’s his polar bear pelts used as tanning blankets for Jordache. But first, I want them to suffer for taking on the LPT.”
“I agree and I can’t wait to get on with the interrogation, Sir!”, Redsox says through a haze of Grape soda soaked breath as he starts stuffing Servo’s and Mattsipple’s mouths with marshmallows.
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Post by Redsox on Mar 30, 2006 20:20:43 GMT -5
*sticks marshmellows in there ears as well and it tikels them more then a little bit*
we cant yous the real bluestone bat! what about foam and orange juce?
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Post by Uncle Igmar on Mar 30, 2006 20:43:03 GMT -5
The real Bluestone Bat is the lure - foam and orange juice are what the LPTR's will get hit with next if Sawyer doesn't show up.
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Post by servo3k on Mar 30, 2006 20:54:33 GMT -5
when the crap did you capture me!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
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Post by servo3k on Mar 30, 2006 20:56:00 GMT -5
ohh nevermind.. i mean ::muffeled screams and whimpers::
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Post by Redsox on Mar 30, 2006 20:57:51 GMT -5
uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh memory-b-gone
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Post by Uncle Igmar on Mar 30, 2006 21:12:05 GMT -5
The LPTR's are so pathetic - taken while sleeping under their blankets and trapped by baubles like Marvin Candle's prosthetic arm. All they can do is cry. We are still waiting for Sawyer to show up and BEG for their release.
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Post by servo3k on Mar 30, 2006 21:13:26 GMT -5
The LPTR's are so pathetic - taken while sleeping under their blankets and trapped by baubles like Marvin Candle's prosthetic arm. All they can do is cry. We are still waiting for Sawyer to show up and BEG for their release. ::muffeled giggling at that cheap marvin candle joke and the thought that the LPTRs could ever be defeated:: |
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Post by Redsox on Mar 30, 2006 21:14:47 GMT -5
you cant hear us you have "mellows" in your ears
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