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Post by jackalope on Apr 12, 2006 22:27:58 GMT -5
I, the Rabid Jackalope, wants some fodder thrown at me. Doesn't matter, NPC or not.
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Post by hitman on Apr 12, 2006 22:33:41 GMT -5
The Booker T Way: Man I ain't afraid of no Jackalope! I'mma come at you Jackalope and hit you with the GOLDEN SCEPTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!
The Hitman Way: I am fodder to no one. Consider your challenge... ACCEPTED!
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Post by Scott Andrews on Apr 12, 2006 22:43:04 GMT -5
Damn. I was too slow. Well done Hitman.
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Post by hitman on Apr 12, 2006 22:49:07 GMT -5
Thank you. As a token of my gratitude, you get a "Get Out Of Squashing Free" card. *hands Scott a card and shakes his hand* Quick guys, get 'em before they're gone.
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Post by jackalope on Apr 12, 2006 22:50:31 GMT -5
You talk now...you'll be sorry later. Trust me.
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Post by hitman on Apr 12, 2006 22:56:08 GMT -5
*laces up his squashing boots*
Our little contest just got more interesting, amigo. I don't want to wait until this weekend... LET'S DANCE COWBOY!
*does the robot*
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Post by Jack Jefferson on Apr 13, 2006 8:23:30 GMT -5
*punches Hitman in the face*
I'm sorry but you needed to calm down!
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Post by hitman on Apr 13, 2006 8:33:27 GMT -5
Understandable.
*turns around and walks off, his eye twitching in the process*
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Post by jackalope on Apr 18, 2006 11:45:38 GMT -5
So, we're still doing this, right? Because I need to know if need to polish my horns.
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