I still have one good ear, ya whippersnapper - two if I remember my hearing aide. Now where did I put my cane? There's some dang-burned troll running around making all that noise, playing their rocks-and-rolls music, and waking up the little ones.
Yeah. No respect for the elderly, that's what's wrong. Yeah, as I said... ummm... Them youngsters have no respect.
YEAH!!! I'M TELLIN EVERYONE ONE LAST TIME BE QUIET!!!!!!
* locates cane and hits Message board troll on the head with it *
Gotcha, ya screaming hippie-beatnik. That'll learn ya to not play your accursed rocks-and-rolls music and run around whooping and hollering. Don't mess with us old folks...
...zzzzzz...
* falls asleep *
.... -steals all the old peoples canes and replaces them with look alike that act as cattle prods when used to strike someone... And also steals the win-
OW!!! DANG IT PRIVATE TINY THIS IS YER FAULT!!! *starts beating Private Tiny*
Squeak. *MBT burst into flames*
That's the spirit, little Gerbil, make him burn.
At last, some peace and quiet. Plus I'm finally warm.
* gives Bill some cheese *
Squeak. *eats cheese and curls up next to grandpa by the troll fire*
That's a good boy.
* scratches Bill behind the ears *
Squeak.
I am your worst nightmare, a fireproof cat.
Squeak. *teleports away*
I don't like fire. It's too hot.
*stare in horror at troll fire . . . then forgets it*
ah what beautiful time to take the win back
You can't have the win because I stole it already.... And hid it. In a created demiplane only accessible by me. I have the win forever!
FIRE!
*Fires the Death Ray™*
Baldomor! retrieve the win for me!
yes master *retrieves win from hiding place*
* hits Baldomor with cane, forgetting that it was replaced with a cattle prod *
I thought I told you kids to stay off my lawn.
An old man beating a servant in public! And it isn't even my birthday...
:applies rump-cream:
*lies still on the ground till Grandpa is no longer a threat and gives win to Blacklightning*
Yoink. I'll be taking that.
Hey look, Private Tiny, giant cats. And they look hungry.
I'll take that.
Oh my! I seem to have gotten my rump ointment all over the win! Now it smells of Vanilla and Sadness.
Giant cats... no problem I'll just sick MBT on them. Now where is he? Oh... still dead....RETREAT!!!!
Meow!
Who let that cat in here? Come here, ya little furball.
*sitting off in a corner holding the win*
* Uses a laser pointer to distract BlackLightning and grabs the win *
Kat rules, Teddy drools.
The Win!
Trade ya some catnip for that win
never! *grabs the win*
:scratches just in front of BL's tail, takes Win:
Now: to do something unwholesome with this...
Now: to do something unwholesome with this...
BL or the win?
Eh? Someone there? Where are my spectacles? Ah, there they are.
* grabs glasses, which were sitting on top of the win, along with the win, and walks off *
Poor MBT, it's April Fools Day a day specifically for trolls and he's still smoldering over in the corner.
Is that you, Bill? I need new spectacles, I think.
* gives Private Tiny some cheese *
mmmm cheese...err I mean squeak.
Bill, did you just say something? Nah, must be imagining things.
*glares at Private Tiny*
The win is mine...
At least for now.
SEEMS KINDA WARM IN HERE!!!! WHAT DID I MISS!?!
catnip *munch munch*
Bloody addict.
It's cold in here. Could someone turn up the heat, get a fire going, something? This chill isn't good for these old bones.
*lights the catnip store on fire, watching the fumes spread out in a thick fog across the thread*
I'm still cold.
* lights Message board troll on fire *
Better. Sissyl, dear, would you please be so kind as to get me a mug of hot chocolate?