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[Rfeynman defeats a worthless-TBD-poster]

damj: You fight with the strength of many men, Sir knight.

[pause]

I am damj, King of Last Post Wins thread.

[pause]

I seek the finest and the bravest Bills Fans in the land to join me.

[pause]

You have proved yourself worthy; will you join me?

[pause]

You make me sad. So be it. Come, Patsy.

Rfeynman: None shall pass.

damj: What?

Rfeynman: None shall pass.

damj: I have no quarrel with you, good Sir, but I must win this.

Rfeynman: Then you shall die.

damj: I command you as King of the Last Post Wins thread to stand aside!

Rfeynman: I move for no man.

damj: So be it!

[hah]

[parry thrust]

[damj chops the Rfeynman's left arm off]

damj: Now stand aside, worthy adversary.

Rfeynman: 'Tis but a scratch.

damj: A scratch? Your arm's off!

Rfeynman: No, it isn't.

damj: Well, what's that then?

Rfeynman: I've had worse.

damj: You liar!

Rfeynman: Come on you pansy!

[hah]

[parry thrust]

[damj chops the Rfeynman's right arm off]

damj: Victory is mine!

[kneeling]

We thank thee Lord, that in thy merc-

[Rfeynman kicks damj in the head while he is praying]

Rfeynman: Come on then.

damj: What?

Rfeynman: Have at you!

damj: You are indeed brave, Sir, but the fight is mine.

Rfeynman: Oh, had enough, eh?

damj: Look, you stupid bastard, you've got no arms left.

Rfeynman: Yes I have.

damj: Look!

Rfeynman: Just a flesh wound.

[Headbutts damj in the chest]

damj: Look, stop that.

Rfeynman: Chicken! Chicken!

damj: Look, I'll have your leg. Right!

[whop]

[damj chops the Rfeynman's leg off]

Rfeynman: Right, I'll do you for that!

damj: You'll what?

Rfeynman: Come 'ere!

damj: What are you going to do, bleed on me?

Rfeynman: I'm invincible!

damj: You're a loony.

Rfeynman: Rfeynman always triumphs! Have at you! Come on then.

[whop]

[damj chops the Rfeynman's other leg off]

Rfeynman: All right; we'll call it a draw.

damj: Come, Patsy.

Rfeynman: Oh, oh, I see, running away then. You yellow bastards! Come back here and take what's coming to you. I'll bite your legs off!

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[Rfeynman defeats a worthless-TBD-poster]

damj: You fight with the strength of many men, Sir knight.

[pause]

I am damj, King of Last Post Wins thread.

[pause]

I seek the finest and the bravest Bills Fans in the land to join me.

[pause]

You have proved yourself worthy; will you join me?

[pause]

You make me sad. So be it. Come, Patsy.

Rfeynman: None shall pass.

damj: What?

Rfeynman: None shall pass.

damj: I have no quarrel with you, good Sir, but I must win this.

Rfeynman: Then you shall die.

damj: I command you as King of the Last Post Wins thread to stand aside!

Rfeynman: I move for no man.

damj: So be it!

[hah]

[parry thrust]

[damj chops the Rfeynman's left arm off]

damj: Now stand aside, worthy adversary.

Rfeynman: 'Tis but a scratch.

damj: A scratch? Your arm's off!

Rfeynman: No, it isn't.

damj: Well, what's that then?

Rfeynman: I've had worse.

damj: You liar!

Rfeynman: Come on you pansy!

[hah]

[parry thrust]

[damj chops the Rfeynman's right arm off]

damj: Victory is mine!

[kneeling]

We thank thee Lord, that in thy merc-

[Rfeynman kicks damj in the head while he is praying]

Rfeynman: Come on then.

damj: What?

Rfeynman: Have at you!

damj: You are indeed brave, Sir, but the fight is mine.

Rfeynman: Oh, had enough, eh?

damj: Look, you stupid bastard, you've got no arms left.

Rfeynman: Yes I have.

damj: Look!

Rfeynman: Just a flesh wound.

[Headbutts damj in the chest]

damj: Look, stop that.

Rfeynman: Chicken! Chicken!

damj: Look, I'll have your leg. Right!

[whop]

[damj chops the Rfeynman's leg off]

Rfeynman: Right, I'll do you for that!

damj: You'll what?

Rfeynman: Come 'ere!

damj: What are you going to do, bleed on me?

Rfeynman: I'm invincible!

damj: You're a loony.

Rfeynman: Rfeynman always triumphs! Have at you! Come on then.

[whop]

[damj chops the Rfeynman's other leg off]

Rfeynman: All right; we'll call it a draw.

damj: Come, Patsy.

Rfeynman: Oh, oh, I see, running away then. You yellow bastards! Come back here and take what's coming to you. I'll bite your legs off!

 

 

 

Looks like LSD is back after all.

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