Originally posted by DarkC😑 ...... hysterical
Yeah, I know, we'd be all sitting out on the porch one evening...TH: And so Lord Brocktree remained as ruler of Salamandastron for many seasons until - Michael, stop making that face - his son Boar the Fighter came to succeed him. The end.
Mist: What happened to Boar?
TH: I dunno, the book doesn't say.
Shellie: (calling from inside) Sweetie, pie's ready.
TH: Be right there, hon!
Wild Cherry: Why do they name it seasons? Why not years?
TH: I dunno, the book doesn't say.
DC: That's your answer to everything!
TH: So? Who's telling this story, you or me?
Mist: You.
TH: Exactly. Now shut up and go stuff your faces with creampie.(pause)
Femme: Daddy, you realise what you just said?
Mist: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
DC: WAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!
Wild Cherry: Heheheheeeeee!TH: 😐
TH: You're all grounded.Femme: But I...
TH: ALL OF YOU!
*saves in profile*
(Kramer's room)
Kramer: *throwing darts at the wall sulkily*
Kramer: Vinny's starting to get on my nerves.
Dusty: I are on your bed stealing your Z's.
Kramer: ...
Kramer: Dude, can you cut Caturday shit out? Anyways, he's been dipping into my personal porno collection again after I told him not to.
Dusty: Hmmmm.
Kramer: I need to get back at him somehow.
Dusty: Well, I suppose we could always get him back with the sapling noose trick.
(four hours later)
Kramer: He's back from lacrosse practise, he'll take his customary shower and go off to change in his room like he usually does.
Dusty: And when he does, he'll be hanging naked upside down by his ankle.
(They high five each other, and crouch behind a dresser to watch.)
Irene: Vinny, where are you? I need some of your magazines to cut up for a trifold.
Kramer: NONONONONNONONO!
Dusty: WAITWAITWAIT!
(TWANG)
Irene: WHAT THE ****??!