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Post by Psychoman on Feb 16, 2006 7:40:24 GMT -5
Now Colonel! How could you dress better than the angel of death? Invincible plate male armor, jet black cape, fire sword, and the optional black cloak with syth! Turns to bowl of punch where Sacred fang stands and grabs some punch and winks. Whats up?
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Post by Justify on Feb 16, 2006 7:48:49 GMT -5
you called me a her......I'm a he not a her and I think I'm bleeding.....STILL!!!
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Post by Frost on Feb 16, 2006 9:53:41 GMT -5
Turns to bowl of punch where Sacred fang stands and grabs some punch and winks. Whats up? oh, nothing... just the sky, the crows, and maybe my thought of driving a tank down the highway to go over all the people who drive 30 MPH in a 55 MPH Hwy. wait did I say that out loud? oops nevermind... hehe, so... how you enjoying the party? |
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Post by Sara on Feb 16, 2006 10:05:52 GMT -5
Turns to bowl of punch where Sacred fang stands and grabs some punch and winks. Whats up? oh, nothing... just the sky, the crows, and maybe my thought of driving a tank down the highway to go over all the people who drive 30 MPH in a 55 MPH Hwy. wait did I say that out loud? oops nevermind... hehe, so... how you enjoying the party? The story of my life, seriously. |
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Post by Joker on Feb 19, 2006 21:22:56 GMT -5
Ah, glad to see I haven't missed any of the merriment  *shakes General's 'hands' one at a time* Many happy belated birthday wishes, my dear General - I'd have bought you a gift, but with so many well-wishers and fantastic stuff already presented, I don't think you need anything else I'd like to propose a toast to your health and happiness tho... the least I can do in gratitude for all your good work! Could you all charge your glasses, bottles and pewter mugs etc - with beer, vodka or c'ntlip etc - and join me in wishing all the best and happy returns to our friend and/or enemy... the General! Cheers!! *downs a scotch and dry ginger and heads off to the bar for a refill* |
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Post by The General on Feb 20, 2006 0:19:02 GMT -5
Ah, I don't know if it was inadvertant, or you just all totally forgot when you came in. I can't eat. As in, I have no mouth. All this beautiful cake and I can't have a single bite. Not to mention the candles, it's not like I can very well blow them out either. Heartless people! Have you no shame?! But I suppose I can deal with watching you all eat your happy little peices of cake.
Enjoy it while you can, Meatbags.
But back to the festivities! Thank you all for the wonderful gifts and birthday wishes, they are greatly appreciated. Thank you as well, Colonel, for your generous gifts, if not one of them slightly vain, I'll make sure to try those on. And thank you for the upgrades as well...and for keeping Masurao's well being in mind. Yeah, that would be a real bad episode...
Joker, I'm shocked! I am enemy to no one around her- wait, there was that one person....and then Cheshire....oh, I can't forget about Bronzy...and uh...the other 33 people I disposed of....ah...heh...well then.
Cake anyone?
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Post by Cyclone on Feb 20, 2006 2:00:51 GMT -5
Yo sorry I'm late, here's a gift for you general, a cake, and, two dollars left for me.
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Feb 20, 2006 8:22:59 GMT -5
The cake isnt for you to eat, Jenny. Its for you to wear. [Smashes the cake in General's face.] Haha, you got cake on your face. Hey everyone, look, frosted General.
[Raspy laughter]
... I was just kidding, Mas, stop trying to eat General's head, you might get shocked. You too, Halflife. And you, Matt.
Sigh, some people are just to simple to understand simple jokes and puns.
Are you trying to hint something, Jenny? Fine, if you want taste sensors, I could design that. I wouldnt be able to do it now though, it would take a bit of study, and a few hours of surgery.
While you will not be able to digest food, you will be able to savor the taste. You'd have to spit the food out afterwords though. I could get the required artifical organs to allow you to digest food, but that would be all too complicated. Plus, you'd HAVE to eat to keep it alive, otherwise it will die and rot inside you. Thrust me, I used to have one of those there stomach things, they're not something you need. They're a weakness. Hunger leaves you weak. And the last thing you need in a bloody battle is a weakness.
Now, I'd love to stay and party and what-not, but I have to leave. The smell of alcohol is making me feel sick, plus is bring back unwanted and mentally painful memories.
Or I could always turn off my scent sensors. But I feel my presence here is unwanted, as is my presents. [Stares at the random young blood's hiding under the tables, shaking and frightened.]
Puny creatures.
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