Spam-tastic!!!

[Lord of 13]

Behold! And the on the zero-th day, the Lord did create spam.

[Locke]

*whistles innocently*

[Lord of 13]

And the 11th commandment did he proclaim: THOU SHALT DIP YOUR OREOS IN MILK.

[Locke]

*yawns*  Never do.

[Lord of 13]

AND THE HERETICS AND BLASPHEMERS SHALL BE DIPPED IN BOILING OIL, THAT ONE MAY BETTER APPRECIATE THE TASTE OF FLESH.

[Locke]

-^-And thus it began-^-

[Lord of 13]

SO THUSLY WAS THE PAGAN BOILED, SUCH AS TO NURTURE THE SUCCULENT JUICES. AND THE FLESH WAS TORN OFF WITH HOOKS, THAT THE FAITHFUL MIGHT RELISH THEM.

[mmeeshal]

I'm not faithful, and I don't like relish.

[Lord of 13]

AND THE BELIEVERS DID REND MEESH LIMB FROM LIMB, THAT THEY MIGHT BE SACRIFICED TO THE ALTAR OF THE 4TH FAITH OF THE BOOK.

[mmeeshal]

YAY, I LIKE BEING RENT!

 

:D

 

*cries tears of joy at the pain*

 

I don't burn well, though, I kind of...explode.  Just warning you.

[Lord of 13]

SO DID GOD GRANT TO HIS FERVENT WORSHIPPERS A BUBBLE, INURED AGAINST FIRE AND EXPLOSIONS, TO USE FOR THEIR SACRIFICES.

[mmeeshal]

*looks around*

 

I still don't see any worshipers. :o

[Lord of 13]

AND SO DID GOD [glow=red,2,300]TASER[/glow] MEESH FOR HER HERESY AND CHRONIC BLINDNESS AT BEING UNABLE TO SEE THE LEGIONS OF POSTS OF THE FAITHFUL.

[mmeeshal]

It isn't exactly my fault I can't see things that aren't there!

 

*is tasered by this "god" fellow*

 

Ouch!

[Lord of 13]

NO RELATION TO SIR GOD THE MOD.

[mmeeshal]

Aha, well, that clears it all up quite well!

[Lord of 13]

Meesh... I hate you. You messed up my poll! *breaks down and cries* *gets up and fixes poll*

[mmeeshal]

How did I mess it up?!?!

[Lord of 13]

Did you add the "Your Face" option? Hmmm??

[mmeeshal]

No, I'm pretty sure that was Eebs, hon.

 

Notice his first post:

 

*whistles innocently*

[Lord of 13]

*shoots rabid Locke* I'm sorry. *sing-songy*

 

*guttaral intonation* Let's hunt some Locke-burger!

[mmeeshal]

*glares at Lordy*

 

You had no right to do that, Eebs is MINE!

 

*whips out her lightsaber*

 

Do you want me to break your new scythe?

 

I will.

 

I'll gnaw it in half with my TEETH, and then I'll slice it up into little pieces and make Lordy stew with you, too.

 

 

Give him back!

[Lord of 13]

My... scythe?? How could you? *gazes in sorrow at scythe* OK... *hands back Locke-burger*

[mmeeshal]

*looks at Locke-burger*

 

I think this is going to call for some Button-pushing.

 

*pulls out the Handbook*

 

*looks at it*

 

Hmm...

 

*pushes a few buttons*

 

*Locke-burger turns back into Locke*

 

Oh, phew, I hoped that was the right combination, or else he would've been a flamingo. O.O

 

I keep my buttons for extreme Eebs-related situations...;)

[Locke]

Nice. :D 

 

Except the changed pole.  >.<  :'(

 

You had no right to do that, Eebs is MINE!

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