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Originally Posted by parone
bone daddy! as i am now in charge of the coalition, i order you from my bunker which is surrounded my ulmish zmeys and priests and what not to...to...to...make me an omelete!
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Bone Daddy is in his own bunker, surrounded by several hundred ghouls, shade, and other assorted uglies (and a decidedly out-of-place and nervous looking Naiad) and further surrounded by a concentric ring of fortresses in a barren, lifeless wasteland that stretches hundreds of miles in every direction. We're not going anywhere -- especially with Bone Daddy's fishing injury slowing him down, which he got after he was eaten by a fish in Skyfall lake.
We'd mail you an omelet, but we don't have any eggs -- or postman for that matter (we ate the last one awhile back). We have some left-over monkey hair, which can be boiled if you don't mind the smell although it doesn't go down real easy -- and this is coming from someone who doesn't have a nose and thinks eating half-rotten corpses is a delicacy.