Dungeon Master Forum

bah, you are just trying to get more post-count now you have a taste of archmasterdom...we radishes mock your futile attempt to get high on post-count. only the Devine Penguin that lives in my fridge can deliver true enlightenment

mmmmm, enlightening year old yougart...tasty...

Glad to be of service, Mr.Barrie. Smoke me a kipper, I'll be back for.... wait, where's my athletic foot support?

The worst case of droid rot I have ever seen. He insisted on being called 'Rameses Niblick the third, kerplunk kerplunk, whoops, where's my thribble?'

as a friend who just saw that page pointed out, someone else said the same as you - that they reminded them of a friend that reminded them of chris barrie

it's not like i'm even chris barrie, i'm like a person who reminds them of an actor!

hey, maybe i have that holographic virus *looks at penguin puppet on hand and dress*
nah, the kiing of the potato people would tell me if i were mad

Fnoot. Forcibly you make me taste of cheese, you random expulsion of starbursts. Yet every time I convince you to detract the garbage from one marzipan rhombus to the next, what do you do? Grimble the double fingered wart snot! Every blooming time. It's becoming predictable.

And that's my penguin! Give him back!

You need to wear a gingham dress first

and the winner of tonight's alluring stream of consciousness/complete drivel contest winner goes to...my flibble! i mean gambit.
if it weren't for the insanely high winds i may just have ran outside jibbering like a jibbering fool

"So let me get this straight. You want to fly on a magic carpet to see the King of the Potato People and plead with him for your freedom, and you're telling me you're completely sane?"

ah gingham dress...damn, that's not til thursdays *hides penguin*

Marzipam rhombus? I had one of those last night. Its a battenburg, innit?!

Give 'im 'ere you scots thief! Mine, mine, mine. Run, it's a mine!

What *is* it about the word penguin that make me giggle so?

No no no! My precious! Mine! Tricksey english thiefses!

Wait a minute. *looks at penguin* *looks at gingham dress* *looks at blone huge pigtails*
i'm not wearing ruby slippers. Dont' i feel like a pillock now

*runs away with rhombuses and penuin to the land of the twighlight marmalade*

penguin is an inherently funny word

penguins have been known to poop profusely on wankle roatary engines

shhh, bloodfromstone is around!
pretend to act normal and repressed and british *whistles*

*twiddles finger in air and looks coy*

Right, who wants a cup of tea?

oh, that would be super. shall i be mother and pour?

Splendid! One sugar and a drop of milk. Hell no, a drop of whisky!

Can I have a cucumber sandwich? With the crusts cut orf?

No, no NO! You must have the melon soup first, dear boy

hof course, nhothing hwould please me hmore
how's the weather?

wait, i think all the others have gone again

*gets back into the gingham dress*

penguin penguin penguin penguin!

Excellent. I can put my plan into second gear once the radio controlled avocados arrive.

*blocks the avacados with the power of his mind*

wait, i think i left that in the other penguin...

It is a battle of wills on the giant thread

Which ones?

WOOHOO!
i win, i am master opf the correction

*cough* i mean, whatcha guys think?

damn, wish i'd left that will there, time will will wills could almost work! ah well, gambit you would have had the better correction then!

Astounding. The potatoes salute you.