*pegs Esqui-whatshisname in the head with a rock* Over here, flea-bait!!

*Aside to other posters* Ouch. Do you see what I mean? He claims to possess a collection of "sophistimacated" weapons, and yet Mee resorts to rocks. Ah well, with the "Trebuchet of Doom" being the cornerstone of his offensive capabilities, it is obvious that his technology level is medieval at best... Just like Tawakalnistan! *Snorffles in amusement*

It may not be the most sophisticated, but it sure as hell is effective! Besides, I had to get you're attention somehow. *readies 75 M249 machine guns* Medieval weaponry, eh? These suckers have armor-piercing rounds. And they work. It's better than your arsenal of moldy carrots, you overstuffed hybrid.

yeh. what mee sed. un thay costner towk Staffychur rayt lark ah con, thay foul rubbit, so dustnay tray!

for your edification, a conversation overheard in Hanley, S-o-T.

· Weerst goo fer yer ollydees, Ronnie? · Nooweer, Adger. Just went t’th’Wakes. · Oo me ’n mar lady owiz goo t’Prestatyn. We luv Wales. · May n’ow. Arv sayn Moby Dick seven tarms! · Thee knowst warra meant, dunna be okkud. · Actually, ar wuz thinking’o gooin t’th’Lido next year. · Wost? Near Venice, lark? · Nar, near Bucknall. · O ar, ar’ve eerd it’s a cut above th’average. · Another crack like that’n yer’ll fow in eet. · Just coz thee purrus in a kind slice dunna mayn way conna still appreciate the simpler things in larf. · Well, thar wayfe any road. · What’s mayn bar that? · Well, er appreciates they, ar spose. · Er cud’o done a lot woss’n may! · Oh ah? At sure? Somebody bin towkin, ’av thee? · Wot’s gerrin at? · Nowt, ar dunna mayn nowt. What’s up wi’they? · They’t better watch it, surry. · Oh ar? Wot’s gooin do? · Dost wanna fate? Arm not too owd, thee knowst! · That’s not what I ’erd thar wayf see! · Rate! That’s dunnit! Tak off thee coot, and purrem up! · Dunna be daft! They’t not gooin ter av a fist fate in the middle o’Anley at this tarm o’dee, in front ’o Britishomestooers! · Oh ar? Warnot? At sceered? · Wot? Of they? More lark embarrassed! It’ll bay all over t’Sent’nel termorrer ’n arm runnin fer’t’town council! Look, arm sorry, ow rate? Ar wuz just pullin thee leg. Dost fancy a paint? · Ow rate, arl let thee off this tarm. Ar could use a paint. · Thee musna let theesen get sneaped so easy, Adger! · Arm sorry as well Ronnie, let’s just forget it, ow rate? · Rate! Forgorrit! · Arm not forgettin’ about that paint, though! · Nar remind me, which wee t’th’Waggon’n’osses? · Lark thee dusna know!

un that's ow us towk, lark.

Edited by - Tawakalna on 10/15/2007 3:24:22 PM

and he said it all in the best possible taste!

*Aside to other posters* Do you see Mee's desperation? Now he has allegedly procured a rifle for himself. Ah, I tell ye he needs Taw's guiding hand; weapons aren't everything as the Evil Mullah knows well...

Taw - Indeed. Do you see my point people? The Tawakalnis are a strange and backward people, and their abuse of the English language must be opposed!

Musty - Argh! *Shields eyes*

80 pages of pure spam

40 of Taws attacks on a helpless rabbit, and misc others attacking his allies.

*shakes head*

Thief! Plagiarist! "*Shakes head*" is mine! Mine, I say! Damn people, stealing my asterisked mannerisms without even referencing them *grumble*. They're all against us, aren't they Esky? Yessss.... *Eyes everyone suspiciously*

Although I am a supporter of the "big bunny", I am rather concerned over his apparent mental breakdown. Could it be that Tawakalna and Druid's unique brand of psychological warfare has finally taken its toll?

*ignores esqui*

*shakes Head* at Esq, and Nods at Druid

@Flopsey: I will see your * and raise you two ".


"Muhahahahahahah..."*coughs*"...ahaha!"

*shakes Oghma's head*

Edited by - indy11 on 10/19/2007 6:08:53 AM

there's so much shaking going on, it's like a Parkinson's sufferers convention!

<doesn't shake> hmph.