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So they ran, yet all of them tripped on a trail of lead rabbits, delaying their escape. Ransac, cpa trash man

*Ransac continues to scratch his ear, not knowing what happens to be irritating it. He pulls out a dreaded Q-Tip!* Ransac, cpa trash man

*Ransac doesn't finish snapping his fingers as the fat lady is singing horribly off key.* Ransac, cpa trash man

*All was well.... until the lit match ignited the flatulence. Then, the world was doomed.* You guys smell something burning? *Ransac prepares to dance the pigeon.... while on fire.* Ransac, cpa trash man

...many sparkling sparklers, but without all of the red tape. Ransac, cpa trash man

*Ransac scratches his ear, because it itches. The flatulence starts to become toxic.* Ransac, cpa trash man

*Ransac takes his immature outlet of explosive flatulence and aims it in HOUTS's direction. Ransac then resumes his plummeting.* Ransac, cpa trash man

*Ransac's flatulence sends him plummeting back to earth. During this descent, he frantically searches for something to aid him.* EXLAX!!!! EXLAX!!!!!! SOMETHING TO PASS THIS INFERNAL POISON!!!!!!! *During this ranting, Oversoul calmly discovers that his poison pie was in his pocket the entire...

*Ransac, having recovered from suffocating (thanks to his pants), begins to violentlly flatulate.* Ransac, cpa trash man

*Ransac overhears this solution by Oversoul.* Your plan has but one flaw: I don't weigh the same as a duck!!! *Bad gas appears to be the next symptom of Ransac's ailment. REALLY bad gas.* Ransac, cpa trash man

Does anyone here have a Myspace account? I found that this site is a great way to keep tabs on my friends. My profile is at http://www.myspace.com/worldsgreatestbaritone Ransac, cpa trash man

WELCOME!!!!!! Okay, enough of the oink banter. Here's the key to your room, located next to the room that's next to the room that's next to the chili cabinet. Also, here's your complimentary pie crust, your invitation to poke fuzzy510 (), and your key to the super secret administrative spa...

*Ransac wonders what Oversoul is blabbing about. However, this wondering is soon over with as he falls to his side, clutching his stomach in pain.* Ransac, cpa trash man

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! Your pie was delicious and I shall enjoy digesting and expunging it!!!!!!!!!! *Ransac does not notice a vast amount of weapons sprawled across the room.* Come to think of it, I think I stole EVERYONE'S pie! Yum-Yum! Ransac, cpa trash man

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ransac, cpa trash man

Not sure why, but someone tried to logged on as me and locked me out due to excessive wrong password attempts. This happened twice today. I know this because I got e-mails about it. Has this been a problem in the past?? Ransac, cpa trash man

*Ransac pushes the button that detonates...... something.* Ransac, cpa trash man

Bootlegged Booty, ARR!!!!!!! So, a 2,000 post thread is a useless statistic, huh? Ransac, cpa trash man

I can't believe this. I just got the news that another friend from GSU, Ben, passed away. THIS IS THE FIFTH FRIEND OF MINE THAT HAS DIED SINCE I'VE BEEN IN COLLEGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've been to far too many funerals in my life. Please let this insanity stop. Ransac, cpa trash man

Kellogg's Breakfast Cereal Mascots had come through the portal with him. Ransac, cpa trash man