[Timstone]

Originally posted by Raging Deadstar:
*Upon this travesty Raging Deadstar threatens to send his latex clad polish girlfriend to the time of the black death, Timstone being a demon and all sells RD his soul to save his night of romantic passion, RD Accepts and takes it to his ship, puts it ina jam jar and places it next to his collection of nuclear pocket lit, a 200 year old jar of mayonaise now home to a sentient species and his jar of assorted shrunken demons and calls it a day*

What the f...?! You DARE to do that to me?! It's MY gf you know! How dare you to sell me back my gf! But you do forget one thing, demons don't have souls. They tend to steal it from other people. So, the jar you hold in your ship is very empty. You know what? I steal a soul of two for you to put in that jar.

*Timstone escorts his precious latex clad gf to his ship (skillfully avoiding the debris of Nausea One) and returns to the cantina.*
*When a poor customer comes close enough Timstone reaches out and grabs his soul and puts it in a jar he got from RD.*
*After Timstone did this a few times he gives the jar full of souls back to RD, smiles and receives a full bLast of custard pie and some other stuff. Anyway it smells horrible. Now a bit mad, Timstone leaves The Cantina for what it is and returns to his ship for a thorough shower and the night of passion.*

WEEEE.... it's weekend again!!!

Originally posted by mac5732:
HAHAHAHH, I AM THE DEVICE, TICK,TICK,TICK, NOTHING YOU CAN DO WILL STOP THE SWITCH, TICK TICK TICK, NOT EVEN TIMSTONES GEARBOX SHALL WORK AGAINST ME... HAHAHAHAH TICK, TICK, TICK

Damn! I hate that stupid device whatever it does.

I really should learn how to type without errors.

[ January 04, 2003, 18:22: Message edited by: Timstone ]