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Post by Skribbblie on Dec 6, 2010 1:15:39 GMT
I take the knife and shave with it.
I have a knife stuck in my robotic face. It somehow got welded on.
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Post by Artifact123 on Dec 10, 2010 14:17:48 GMT
I replace your head.
I cut myself accidentally in the hand with the knife from Halway's old head.
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Post by Skribbblie on Dec 11, 2010 2:57:54 GMT
I remove your hand and replace it with mine. Then I replace my hand with yours.
I have a cut on my real hand. And I also have an OS error, as this hand is of an older, non-compatible OS.
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Post by Artifact123 on Dec 11, 2010 7:30:06 GMT
I cut it off and give you an old rusty robotic arm.
This game is dead.
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Post by Skribbblie on Dec 13, 2010 5:08:06 GMT
I scream at the top of my lungs, "LIVE, GODDAMN YOU, LIVE!!!" It's still dead. Oh well, best not to even try to resuscitate it.
I dropped a junior mint into my liver.
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Post by Artifact123 on Dec 13, 2010 9:49:31 GMT
I replace your liver.
'Now this game isn't dead. Neither it's alive. It's a zombie game. And now i'm infected too.
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Post by Skribbblie on Dec 14, 2010 1:51:40 GMT
I suggest you remove your head or destroy your brain. The rest of us get ripped to shreds.
I have been ripped to shreds, and SOMEONE TURNED THAT GODDAMN FURNACE ON AGAIN!
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Post by Artifact123 on Dec 14, 2010 11:32:59 GMT
I duct tape you together and turn off the furnace.
Booooooriiiiinnnnnnggggg.......
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Post by Skribbblie on Dec 15, 2010 5:05:56 GMT
And what are the symptoms that made you come to this conclusion?
I am suffering from severe otorrhea (look it up)
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Post by Rabidbadger on Dec 17, 2010 17:21:06 GMT
I sell the otorrhea to Justin Bieber for £9 X 1098. I have a disease from ever having come into contact with, or having ever sold things to Justin Bieber.
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Post by Skribbblie on Dec 18, 2010 0:36:47 GMT
*Men in black suits walk in.*
"Who are you?" I say.
*They say nothing; one of them pulls out a gun and shoots me. A man in a haz-mat suit walks over to Badger.*
"Sir, we're going to have to take you to a secure facility. We can't have you hurting anyone else. That guy you just spoke to; he may have been a fake doctor, but giving him that disease was MURDER! So please, look at this shiny light so we can take you to Area 51-' He suddenly notices the terrified, but very attractive nurse cowering in the corner. "Oh ho ho, not to worry, miss, you did not come in contact with this abomination. We'll take it from here and clean this place up in a jiffy."
*Light flashes, Badger blacks out and wakes up in a completely pink cell with cushioned walls. There are no obvious ways to escape. There is a large onion taped to the floor and a chicken nugget in your hand. Music by Justin Bieber plays on a hidden intercom; it sounds oddly soothing...WHAT DO YOU DO? TYPE "HELP" FOR COMMANDS.*
I am lying almost dead in the middle of the hospital with a severe gunshot wound. THERE IS BLOOD FREAKING EVERYWHERE!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by Artifact123 on Dec 18, 2010 9:25:41 GMT
You are a freakin' robot. You are build of stainless steel. Get up and put that bottle of ketchup back.
I heard a sound. I slowly walked to it and then i could clearly hear what it was saying: Baby, baby, baby, ooooohhh!!!!! "NO! NO! HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed. But it was too late. I was infected with Bieber Fever.
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Post by Skribbblie on Dec 20, 2010 1:29:34 GMT
Five men in white clothing rush in, pin you down, and inject you with something. Then they hit you with a rubber chicken and run out, locking to door behind them.
I can't find mah bloody rubbah chicken!
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Post by Artifact123 on Dec 20, 2010 8:13:41 GMT
I't's right next to me. I throw it in Halfway's face which is now covered in blood.
I don't have Bieber fever anymore but everything is so blurry...
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Post by Skribbblie on Dec 21, 2010 17:30:43 GMT
Another man in white clothes runs in, scrubs your face with a damp towel, and runs off with my rubber chicken, locking the door behind him.
I just broke my nose while running after that guy! And I can't find mah bloody rubbah chicken!
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Post by liukang on Jan 2, 2011 21:01:33 GMT
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I get blown up.
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Post by Skribbblie on Jan 3, 2011 6:30:00 GMT
I make you to give me blown up back.
I have blown up.
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Post by Rabidbadger on Jan 6, 2011 17:50:44 GMT
I give blown up to the pink walls of my cell and run out of the hole, screaming at the horror of the Bieber in my earholes. I cannot stop screaming.
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Post by Skribbblie on Jan 10, 2011 6:19:10 GMT
I stop screaming for you.
I have stopped screaming.
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Post by Artifact123 on Jan 11, 2011 14:33:52 GMT
You stopped screaming.
He stopped screaming.
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Post by Skribbblie on Jan 12, 2011 1:55:27 GMT
I start screaming.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...
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Post by Rabidbadger on Jan 12, 2011 17:31:48 GMT
I put a sock in your mouth. I am wearing one sock.
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Post by Artifact123 on Jan 13, 2011 15:05:24 GMT
I buy a new sock for you.
I ran out of money now.
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Post by Skribbblie on Jan 13, 2011 23:16:52 GMT
The hospital refuses service and your insurance won't cover this.
I have fallen from a balcony on a hospital.
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Post by Rabidbadger on Jan 15, 2011 13:12:50 GMT
I wrap my old sock around the wound. I have one new sock.
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Post by Skribbblie on Jan 15, 2011 16:20:31 GMT
MHMFMMHMHN! MHN!
MHMFNFM! HMF!
(I have a sock in my mouth and a sock on my severely stubbed toenail.)
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Post by Elmach on Jan 22, 2011 4:36:25 GMT
I put a sock on your head and a sock in your nose.
I lost my socks.
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Post by Artifact123 on Jan 22, 2011 8:30:01 GMT
I give you mine.
I lost my socks.
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Post by Elmach on Jan 22, 2011 21:56:07 GMT
I give you mine.
I lost my socks. Again.
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Post by Skribbblie on Jan 23, 2011 4:54:56 GMT
MHMN FM NHMNHFMNH! MF, MFNHNHMNH! MFN. MHNHMHNFH MMNH.
MHN...
(I stick my gloves on your feet. I have a sock in my mouth, on my toe, my head, and my nose.)
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