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Well, you could always buy some of The HANDS famous weapons of mass destruction to liven things up a bit around here.
"Buy"? Just order a plate of biscuits and gravy from the kitchen. They're just the right size for throwing, and they make a very satisfying splatter pattern on the target ... followed opening up a time-space singularity that swallows everything within thirty-seven cubic meters. What fun!
Good. That means your drinks are kicking in. Probably kicking the hell outta your liver, too.
Can't be any worse than the rate of drone accidents, incidents, and "accidents". There have been petitions to mass euthanize them by some human rights people. Tune changes on a dime these days.
Yes please
You said it. Though I think these "accidents" would fall under the category of incidents. Then again, so would accidents.
*Ahem!* A poem, entitled "The Wild Swans."
Except there were only eleven of them,
until someone came and made twelve.
It's not a sad story,
or I wouldn't tell it.
But it is a journey.
Zombie Penguins, Jehovahs witness, East lodge, and Songs you dont understand
...Well, ours is definitely better than yours.
Heh. That's only an insulting thing to say if the Bar actually attempted to be a safe place to drink. Keeping our meat locker filled suggests we have an incentive to be anti-safe instead, so thanks. Enjoy being a distant #2 in the "unsafest" race. ;)
Tunes for a dime at the jukebox? No ... costs a quarter. Tunes change on a quarter.
Brocklandia and The controller of planet x
Another poem from up north, eh.
Candadinans are very smart.
Aboot many subjects, including art.
This country never breaks apart.
Eeeeeehhhhhhhhhh
Brocklandia, Zombie Penguins, and Jehovahs witness
Do you mind if I attain said biscuits of utter destruction?
Those are available by delivery service only. If we gave them to you here, you'd use them here, and I already have enough wreckage to clean up, thanks.
But ... Hey, Duncan the delivery doggo!--Grab your spacesuit, 'cause we have another order for you to deliver to The Planet X. I hope you remember the way, since no one has seen that Duck Dodgers idjit in weeks.
Planet X... Is that anywhere near Canada? If it is would you be willing to bring back some maple sap on your way back? I'll pay you a lot and show you how to make a nice Canadandan cocktail if you want, eh.
Brocklandia and Duncan the delivery doggo
Post by Independence hill suppressed by a moderator.
Yeah, but it's close enough. Recruiting puppets is recruiting, and puppets have live players behind them.
Probably. The Planet X occupies a secret location somewhere near Alaska, or Hawaii, or California, or one of those other islands off the coast of Nevada.
Talk to Duncan the delivery doggo. He'll be the delivery agent this time. I wonder how doggo hair in the maple sap will affect the cocktails ...
Poems about Art?
Say, where do I start?
Not heaven nor hell can capture its spark!
Deep from the soul it breaks through to the surface,
It burns with the flames of a smoldering furnace,
For eyes, ears, or hands, for all it can be,
There is no greater depth — not even the sea.
Brocklandia, Zombie Penguins, Demonos, Jehovahs witness, and 2 othersEast lodge, and Songs you dont understand
Hello everyone! I'm here to deliver this week's edition of the League's Chronicle
Read and upvote here:
Press Chairman Gagium
Publishers and Supporting Editors Quebecshire, Eminople, and Terranihil
LCN Chronicle Staff Amaan Land
Karimun Jawa
Neo polisophos
Zjaum
Agalaesia
Excellent timing! We've been needing more newpapers to line the Spaghetti Monster's litter box.
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