Verily, thy cries of nom flounce 'round mine ears and lo! multitudinous voices of avarice awaken. Arise, arise ye lords of nom and descend upon thine tasty morsels, gathered from lands divine. Possessed, I nom and nom and nom again, til belly's cravings ended be.
Rebecca:
Scott you is blogged
Scott:
Slain! Oh for your mighty blog has pierced mine form of spazz. Hark, can thy ears not hear the coldness? It comes swiftly, on tainted wings of sporks. I die! *dies*
James:
Me thinks thy protestations and feign'd expiration of mortality art over-acted. Verily, thy performance in its entirety doth reek of ham.
Nadia:
Alas! Poor Scott. We knew him quite well,
Though what he'd say next, you never could tell.
The world may be quieter now he's sloughed off this shell.
But we'll be laughing again when we see him in hell.
Scott:
Thy porcine insults doth smack of jealousy! Begone, foul fiend, I spork at you with all my fury! *repeated sporking*
James:
Knave! Varlet! Blackguard! Stale omelette 'pon which a goat hath shat! I have at thee with runcible spoon in hand, thou reader of Dan Brown!
Scott:
You dare?! Thou would dares't hurl Dan Brown upon my face?? I curse thee that thou may'st spend until the end of a days a character born from the pen of Stephenie Meyer!
James:
Thou doth wound me, sir! Verily, I hath but no resemblance to the grim yet sparkling literary regurgitations of that crazed latter day loon, whilst thou wilt surely be played by Tom Hanks in the movie version.
Scott:
Aye, for that's as may be, but beware Lord Sparkles for hath the witches on the hill not foretold in rhyme so crap that thine ownself would be played by Hayden Christiansen in a beard so false.
The world may be quieter now he's sloughed off this shell.
But we'll be laughing again when we see him in hell.
Scott:
Thy porcine insults doth smack of jealousy! Begone, foul fiend, I spork at you with all my fury! *repeated sporking*
James:
Knave! Varlet! Blackguard! Stale omelette 'pon which a goat hath shat! I have at thee with runcible spoon in hand, thou reader of Dan Brown!
Scott:
You dare?! Thou would dares't hurl Dan Brown upon my face?? I curse thee that thou may'st spend until the end of a days a character born from the pen of Stephenie Meyer!
James:
Thou doth wound me, sir! Verily, I hath but no resemblance to the grim yet sparkling literary regurgitations of that crazed latter day loon, whilst thou wilt surely be played by Tom Hanks in the movie version.
Scott:
Aye, for that's as may be, but beware Lord Sparkles for hath the witches on the hill not foretold in rhyme so crap that thine ownself would be played by Hayden Christiansen in a beard so false.
