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Post by redtom on Sept 4, 2008 20:16:27 GMT -5
Alright, go ahead and kill me. Be sure to make your prey an interesting death, with some creative ways to rub them out!
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Post by ijon on Sept 5, 2008 0:13:39 GMT -5
OK, I'll bite.
You are selected to referee the Jell-o match between Beverly Garland and Allison Hayes but are knocked senseless in the bout and tragically succumb to the effects of red dye #2.
The good news is that Adam West delivers a moving eulogy.
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Post by NardDog on Sept 5, 2008 1:15:01 GMT -5
you are forced to listen to the end of Def Leppard's Billy's Got A Gun("bang...bang") until your head explodes or go crazy and rip your own jugular out of your neck whichever comes first
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Post by Captain Hygiene on Sept 5, 2008 9:24:10 GMT -5
*sits in a chair eye-to-eye with Castleton Snob for 74 years*
*Castleton Snob keels over from old age*
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Post by CBG on Sept 5, 2008 9:25:31 GMT -5
*outlaws bacon*
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Post by Captain Hygiene on Sept 5, 2008 9:26:25 GMT -5
*declares status quo as law*
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Post by CBG on Sept 5, 2008 9:27:39 GMT -5
*outlaws holding up Kelly Hu posters with one hand*
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Post by Captain Hygiene on Sept 5, 2008 9:31:28 GMT -5
*makes giving people hats a capital offense*
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Post by CBG on Sept 5, 2008 9:34:11 GMT -5
*poisons the world's toothpaste supply*
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Post by Captain Hygiene on Sept 5, 2008 12:55:51 GMT -5
"You there, yes you, young man! What is your name? Goode, you say? Well, let's give Mr. Goode a hand! For this trick, we'll have you climb into this crate...there you go...watch the head. Excellent!
Now I will use these swords (don't worry, sir, they're collapsible plastic) to stab through this crate...like so! A few more stabs, voila! And now, we open the box to find Mr. Good unharm-
Whoops."
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Post by CBG on Sept 5, 2008 12:59:54 GMT -5
*rare blood disease spilling from Goode's body contaminates the entire theater, forcing officials to seal all entrances and exits, and burn the place to the ground with only Captain Hygiene inside...no audience...see, 'cuz he doesn't kill*
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Post by NardDog on Sept 6, 2008 1:02:48 GMT -5
*lets loose the rankest farts ever smelt in a close enclosed area*
*...all perish*
*ALL ARE PUNISH-ED!!!*
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Post by redtom on Sept 6, 2008 11:19:08 GMT -5
*fires Castleton snob out of a cannon, and hits the side of the SS Kamehameha, sinking it*
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Post by Captain Hygiene on Sept 6, 2008 11:22:41 GMT -5
*Momentarily occupies the same spatial volume as as Red Tom, forcing him out of existence*
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Post by Queen Shadowrama on Sept 6, 2008 16:24:17 GMT -5
Captain Hygiene is forced to sit and watch a three day commercial-free marathon of Flavor of Love, I Love New York, and Rock of Love. All that we were able to find afterward were a few traces of brain matter on the carpet.
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