Esqy: Mock ME will ya?! Just watch. *attaches cage of live baby bunnies to Trebuchet of Doom* *activates Trebuchet of Doom and watches baby bunnies splat on a cliff wall* Freedom is for bipeds only! Not four-legged llamas from hell, or floppy-eared failures of genetic experimentation. I tried to make bunnies subservient to my will, but alas, they were too rebellious and had to be put down.

Have it your way "Tors"; I know that it annoys you, even with your allegedly dexterous hands .

Mee - Bah! Do ye not know that baby rabbits float? They'll be fine, you'll see. Just in case however, I'll ask Mustang to send some llamas to scoop them out.

Not when they're chained to 500 pounds of concrete, they won't.

But they were'nt chained to 500 pounds of concrete, at least they were'nt when the Llama's picked them up. You must've forgotten that step or only thought of it after Esquilax mentioned it. Baby bunnies are alive, safe and sound and in the care of Mustantopian Monks.

And the SPCA has issued a warrent for Mee for cruility (sp) to animals. Anyone that sees him is authorised to pick him up.

Sorry, Striker. The SPCA is under my control, and if they disobey my orders, then it's the Trebuchet of Doom.
Musty: What you don't realize is that those monks actually work for ME. I just got several packeges with baby bunny heads in them which tell me that those little rodents have been executed. Now I have something to show YOU. *unveils caged llama* I don't know if this is a relative or what, but he doesn't have much longer in this world. Besides, llamas all look the same.:p I've never had roast llama before, I wonder what it's like....

My friends, the Hawk men are headed north on a run to pick up Mee. The have been given order to catch at all cost and deliver to the UPS for transport to the rabbit burro for disposition.

pull the trigger!

and as for the much vaunted "hawkmen"

well, some brave Tawakalni fedayeen will be lying in wait for them, with some nasty shoulder-launched surprises. Looks like fried chicken's back on the menu, boys! it's finger-lickin' good too

and some more rabbit truth.... here's your Great Chimaera scaring small children (again)



Edited by - Tawakalna on 10/13/2007 12:15:39 PM

No gun. I use a katana sword. *chops off head of llama with katana* Heh, there can be only none. Oh, and by the way Striker: *watches as Hawk men explode* My latest invention: invisible mine field that floats in the air and cannot be circumvented unless I want it to be. Add that to the regular mine fields I have around my compound, it's going to make it very difficult for you smelly animals to try and infiltrate my command center. My compound is also EMP proof and Nuke proof.

*pours water on mee's compound, and watches it disolve*

But not bird proof. I will hire some pidgens to roost there. Their dropping are know to weaken both steel and concrete.

Edit - You know, you got to wonder where taw gets all these toys he plays with.


Edited by - Striker-1 on 10/13/2007 12:21:00 PM

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My compound is also EMP proof and Nuke proof

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all that's needed is for it to be rabbit-proof and ginger-beer proof; you haven't experienced how deadly raw GB can be!

However your super-secret base may be of use to me in the ongoing popular struggle against rabbitism and it's allies amongst the made-up animal kingdom. Do you have sherbert, dancing girls, casinos and Liberace records?* On a recent fact-finding mission to Cornucopociabana Beach (a private island with 5 star hotel owned by a certain Manhattan-based international conglomerate) I had a spiffing time and decided that these were things that I erm I mean "Tawakalnistan" could well benefit from. However, aware of the culture shock that this might cause in traditional Tawakalnistan, I made sure that said facilities are kept away from the general public until such time that I erm I mean Tawakalni govt officials have decided that the people are ready for them. Which should take about 25 years, if I'm lucky.

Fortunately the handy credit line established with IndyCorp means that should things go awry, a private IndyCorp jet is waiting to protect the Revolution and whisk me off back to the sunny tropics posthaste, from where I can plan to retake our beloved land with the help of buxom female assistants. Not that I'm looking, it's purely a business relationship, and I completely deny I ran around the fountain naked shouting "how's this for a fatwah!"

*which I didn't ever get back 'cos Indy stole them

edit - Striker; they are supplied as "trade samples"** by Indycorp Global Recreational Manufactures Factory No. 1 based in CrappaDangDang province, China. The vivid and highly-realistic paintwork is due to the special high-lead formula in the paint that IndyCorp bought from Mattel at a knock-down price - so that children around the world can not only enjoy the bright colours but can enjoy the taste too! IndyCorp - your caring corrupt global conglomerate.

**IndyCorp insist on such products being classed as "trade samples" so that they don't have to pay import duty or pass health and safety inspections.

I'm not really sure what's going on in this picture, but it seems to involve a cooking pot, some foul chemicals which are presumably GB, and a carrot, so it must be something to do with Eshkweelaksh....

Edited by - Tawakalna on 10/13/2007 1:14:03 PM

@Taw: As a matter of fact, I do. *makes Compound water-proof, Rabbit-proof, bird-proof, llama-proof, ginger beer-proof, and idiot-proof(The Global Anti-Rabbit Task Force doesn't tolerate idiots)*

Unless he locks himself out. Then try getting a locksmith to open it for you. *Chortles*