*Takes Tyrynna's shrubbery, replaces it with a Hering farm*
"Oh, and, asss alwaysss, Join Gambit and Die, yesss!*
*Skitterflails away madly*
"Oh, and, asss alwaysss, Join Gambit and Die, yesss!*
*Skitterflails away madly*
Gambit: Level 25!!
*sigh* I am thirsty again.
Oh gosh, llamas?? I was wondering what that smell was. *scrunches up her face*
*rides in on MECHASQUIRREL*
For Pony, yesss!
*Nut Barrage Mortar Mark 3 opens fire*
For Pony, yesss!
*Nut Barrage Mortar Mark 3 opens fire*
Edited by Abominus on 3/7/2013 4:24 PM PST
NOT THAT WORD - !
*rampages through the thread with his Felfire flamethrower in hand, igniting ALL the things*
*panting tiredly after the fact* Anything...but...that...word...
((Bump. :3))
*rampages through the thread with his Felfire flamethrower in hand, igniting ALL the things*
*panting tiredly after the fact* Anything...but...that...word...
((Bump. :3))
"OW - !" Linnoch groans. A vein starts twitching rapidly over Linnoch's eyes and he reaches for his flamethrower.
"So, Tyrynna, tell me..." Linnoch grins, hitting the trigger and spewing forth green fire from the weapon, "Do you believe in magic - ?"
"So, Tyrynna, tell me..." Linnoch grins, hitting the trigger and spewing forth green fire from the weapon, "Do you believe in magic - ?"
*charges up her gun and aims at Tyr* UBER CHARGE!!!
Linnoch blinks a few times as he realizes that Tyrynna is now completely immune to all damage from all the things, ever.
"Crap," he grumbles.
"Crap," he grumbles.
Linnoch. Do YOU believe in magic? *a landmine explodes at his feet*
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