...T'Raptor has gorgeous fiery red locks, and well, Weasel has long black dreadlocks!Originally posted by T'lainya
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Easy now, Bob, take a breather...
...have some of this cosmic soda. You need to get your daily dose of CaCO3.Originally posted by Alienbob
hes not weasel. hes WAESEL son of WEASEL THE KING OF THE SPAMMERS IN DENILE WHO UNTIL QUITE RECENTLY HAD POSSESION OF THE FLYING TRIANGLE UNTIL HE WAS FINALLY CONNED INTO GIVING IT BACK THOUGH HE WILL NEVER ADMIT IT AND ALWAYS SAYS THAT IT WAS GIVEN BACK FREELY EVEN THOUGH EVERYONE EXCEPT FOR HIS MINIONS KNOWS THAT HE IS FULL OF SOMETHING THAT I CANT TYPE HERE BECAUSE THE CENSOR WILL TURN IT INTO HARMLESS STARS BECAUSE IT IS NOT AN APROPRIATE WORD FOR CHILDREN EVEN THOUGH THERE ARENT VERY MANY CHILDREN HERE BESIDES CRAIG BUT FOR ALL WE KNOW CRAIG REALLY ISNT A CHILD AT ALL AND IS JUST ANOTHER ALIAS OF WEASEL BUT THATS JUST SPECULATION AND MIGHT NOT BE TRUE.![]()
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Mama Vood, you're always welcome to try it...
Bit of experementing myself. Let's just say that it's a derivative of one of Ned's concoctions.
...it's so cosmic it will make you really SPACED OUT!Originally posted by VoodooDali
The cosmic soda? I have yet to try this...sounds interesting...
Bit of experementing myself. Let's just say that it's a derivative of one of Ned's concoctions.
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Re: Mama Vood, you're always welcome to try it...
Uh...any side effects I should be warned about first?Originally posted by Maharlika
...it's so cosmic it will make you really SPACED OUT!![]()
Bit of experementing myself. Let's just say that it's a derivative of one of Ned's concoctions.![]()
“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.” - Edgar Allen Poe
ha ha. Mr Weasel reminds me of the honky kid who gets in the back of the great red shark in Fear & Loathing...here are some [edited] quotes to help you picture the scene.....
Mr. Weasel: Hot damn! I never rode in a convertible before!
Aegis: Is that right? Well... I guess you're about ready, then, aren't you?
Weasel: We're your friends. We're not like the others, man, really.
Aegis: No more of that talk or I'll put the ****ing leeches on you, understand?
Weasel: Heh heh heh...
Aegis: Get in!
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Aegis: How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?
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Weasel: It's okay. He's just admiring the shape of your skull.
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Aegis: Perhaps, if I explained things, he'd rest easy.
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Aegis: I want you to understand that this man at the wheel is my attorney. He's not just some dingbat I found on the strip, man. He's a foreigner. I think he's probably Samoan. But that doesn't matter, though, does it? Are you prejudiced?
Mr. Weasel: Hell no.
Aegis: I didn't think so. Because in spite of his race, this man is very valuable to me. Oh, ****. I forgot about the beer. You want one?
Mr. Weasel: No.
Aegis: How 'bout some ether?
Mr. Weasel: What?
Aegis: Never mind.
Mr. Weasel: Hot damn! I never rode in a convertible before!
Aegis: Is that right? Well... I guess you're about ready, then, aren't you?
Weasel: We're your friends. We're not like the others, man, really.
Aegis: No more of that talk or I'll put the ****ing leeches on you, understand?
Weasel: Heh heh heh...
Aegis: Get in!
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Aegis: How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?
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Weasel: It's okay. He's just admiring the shape of your skull.
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Aegis: Perhaps, if I explained things, he'd rest easy.
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Aegis: I want you to understand that this man at the wheel is my attorney. He's not just some dingbat I found on the strip, man. He's a foreigner. I think he's probably Samoan. But that doesn't matter, though, does it? Are you prejudiced?
Mr. Weasel: Hell no.
Aegis: I didn't think so. Because in spite of his race, this man is very valuable to me. Oh, ****. I forgot about the beer. You want one?
Mr. Weasel: No.
Aegis: How 'bout some ether?
Mr. Weasel: What?
Aegis: Never mind.
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