Forum Chat Bar & Grill

[NullAshton]

Another clone dead... Why do you always have to try to shoot me?

[Growltigger]

I didn't shoot you, just asphyxiated you with some really stinky and noxious trouser trumpet related shennanigans

[NullAshton]

I was talking to Strategia. I'm going to stay out of here a while, while the fumes you released dies down...

[Puke]

hey, that sounded like a rendition of Sid Vicious's version of God Save the Queen. I didnt think they gave medals for that one.

[Growltigger]

Puke, they do give medals for national anthems when played through one's bottom....

Now, please can we all be upstanding for my multi-tonal august rendition of La Marseilles

Bum bum bum bum bum bum bummmmmm bum bum
Bum bum bum bummmmmmm
BUm bum bummmmmm
Phhhwwwweeeeeetttttttttt

Such range, such timbre

[NullAshton]

Ashton tosses a match into the bar, igniting the fumes. Growltigger now has most of his hair/fur on fire...

Methane is fun

[Growltigger]

Hey the Marseilles with fireworks

Growltigga's backside takes on the aspect of a French Mirage fighter kicking in to afterburnerrrrr

Da daaaaaaaa
Da da da da da
da da da bum titty ti bum
Au secours, mon derriere est flambe
Au secours, mon touche il est flamard
Alors, alors, merde zut alors......
Telephone la Pompierssss immediatement
Merde, vive la France

NullAshton ducks as the Gallic Grande Chat flambees him with a blast of superhot lit chuff gas

[Suicide Junkie]

*SuicideJunkie wanders in with a new arcade machine and sets it up in the corner:
http://free.hostdepartment.com/K/Kat...bat-Heaven.swf

As it bleeps to life, the High Score table shows SJ with 12.2 million points.

[Strategia_In_Ultima]

Ashton presses a button milliseconds before the wedgie is given, switching spatial positions between him, and Strategia. Strategia is then given an atomic wedgie by his own minion.

Ouch, that can't be good for your health. Want a Red Hot Poker Cannon to go with that?

Now that's why I keep shooting you..... you won't stop BUGGERING me!!!!!

Strategia takes out a pulse rifle, screws on a sniper scope and silencer, then takes aim for NA's errm..... dangly bits and squeezes the trigger. NA's eyes grow to the size of dinner plates, his mouth falls open and a high-pitched whine emerges from his throat.

"So much for reproduction, eh?"

[Strategia_In_Ultima]

GT, what did you say about Bud beer?