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[Puke]

curse you, deadstar! no more encouraging people to listen to me!

"Kill the goth rocker!" orders puke, and a hoard of militant gherkins let loose a squeaky little warcry. a hundred little pickels charge Raging Deadstar with their swizzlesticks.

Deadstar looks slightly distrubed, but not really worried at all. puke wishes he had a more fearsome army, like the old loo-pygmies.

actually, I think the easiest solution would be for DG to add four empty stars with one little half-star to my avatar. that would be even LOWER than the previous possible moderation level.

and much more satisfying since, despite repeated attempts, i never managed to get below three.

[Raging Deadstar]

I've learned something today.

Don't read Puke's Posts on a slow Sunday Afternoon, whilst listening to Bill Hicks.

RD looks down at the hoardes of incoming Gherkins and looks around for someone who actually likes to eat those useless Vegetables

[Suicide Junkie]

Say what ever happened to the original Phong's Head? Is it still around on a wall somewhere?

[Raging Deadstar]

Suicide Junkie said:
Say what ever happened to the original Phong's Head? Is it still around on a wall somewhere?

If I recall it used to say "The Door is Ajar" every 5 minutes, I believe it should still be up somewhere.

Yeah, I can remember that. Just wait until I need to recall something very important...

[NullAshton]

Ashton lets the B&G patrons just duke it out.

[Puke]

Raging Deadstar said:

If I recall it used to say "The Door is Ajar" every 5 minutes, I believe it should still be up somewhere.

Yeah, I can remember that. Just wait until I need to recall something very important...

No, no. That was the decapitated Geoschmo head that we lobotomized and put the processor of a Nissan Z where the brain used to be. We might need to lop the noggin off of a new phong.

puke eyes Ashton for phong-like qualities

[Strategia_In_Ultima]

[i]A massive disturbance is detected at the edge of the Sol system. An object enters through a massive warp point. The Hut fleets move away, and let the giant 50-million-kilometer custard rod (which astonishingly has the exact diameter as the B&G!) pass into the atmosphere.

The custard rod hits the B&G and splatters it with custard of the approximate pressure of the core of a red giant sun. The custard drives intself into the very subatomic particles of everyone and everything inside the B&G.

The new B&G Custardians are then taken aboard a transport craft and taken to refugee camps all over the world to serve as food.....

and here you go around saying I'm not compassionate and I'm not skilled in cartoon warfare!

Oh and AZ, consider yourself beat. And Custardian.

[NullAshton]

Good thing my troops pulled out.

[Strategia_In_Ultima]

Yes..... especially since they'd be partly custard by now.

Not only are the B&G folks impregnated (or whatever's the correct translation for "geimpregneerd") with custard, the custard has entered their very subatomic structures. They ARE partly custard.

[NullAshton]

No, they are CUSTARD.