The Off-Topic Battle over Nothing!!!!

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Ransac

CPA Trash Man
*Ransac finally has enough room to officially slap his butt cheeks. The universe is now inverted. The Lithatog is Bob Dole. The Word of Undoing is a Spellfire card. The flowstone is in liquid state, falling freely off of Ransac. Oversoul is wearing a Red Lobster Bib. Orgg's breechclotch is made of B-B-Q sauce.*

And now, for the twist!

*Ransac holds his breath and slaps his buttcheeks again. The universe is reverted to normal with the following exceptions. The Lithatog is still Bob Dole. orgg's breech is bigger than orgg himself. The flowstone has been converted into marshmallow fluff. And Oversoul is in the drive-thru at Checkers.*


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Ransac

CPA Trash Man
*Ransac looks down at the tired Oversoul and smiles. He pulls out his lead rabbit, lifts it up high, prepares to deliver a killing blow............. and the mountain lands on both of them. Apparently it had never landed when it was flung and the universe inverting and reverting made it changed directions.*



o.........o.......ow.


Ransac, cpa trash man
 
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orgg

Guest
*theorgg gets up out of the pile of breechcloth shaped B-B-Q sauce.

Both Oversoul and Ransac get jealous.
 
Oversoul

Oversoul

The Tentacled One
*Oversoul struggles to his feet, then wheels in a barbecue, opens the lid, lights it, and takes a pair of tongs in one hand, walking toward Theorgg.*
 
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orgg

Guest
*theorgg throws the masses of BBQ Sauce onto Ransac and Oversoul, turning them against one another.
 
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Ransac

CPA Trash Man
*However, their fighting soon ends when they realize that there's not much meat on either one. Well, not when compared to orgg.*

I've got a smoker, too, Oversoul. Do you like Hickory or Mesquite?


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Ransac

CPA Trash Man
*Ransac snaps his fingers and theorgg is wearing a black breechcloth that is 18 sizes too small.*


I love doing that.

Ransac, cpa trash man
 
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Ransac

CPA Trash Man
*Ransac and Oversoul have caught up with theorgg, who is struggling to change into a new breechcloth, and distract him by throwing elven porn on the floor. While theorgg stares blankly at the magazine, Ransac and Oversoul use heavy chains (that they pulled out of their rear ends?) and tie him up.*

I got dibs on the prime rib. You want the tenderloin, Oversoul?


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Ransac

CPA Trash Man
.............I, uh, learned it in the war?

*Ransac and Oversoul roll theorgg into the BBQ.*


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Ransac

CPA Trash Man
*Ransac looks up at the sky to see what theorgg is staring at. He, too, notices the speck, but doesn't bid it any concern, since the mountain earlier flung has already fallen on Oversoul and Ransac (and they have the scrapes and bruises to prove it!). However, as Oversoul lights the BBQ, Ransac can't help but feel concerned about the smile on theorgg's face.*


Ransac, cpa trash man
 
Oversoul

Oversoul

The Tentacled One
*Oversoul plucks the speck out of the air.*

There you are. I thought I'd lost you for good. Ransac, what are you looking at anyway?

*Looks up.*

Hey, what's that thing falling from the sky?
 
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Ransac

CPA Trash Man
*Ransac is scared of the possibilites of what theorgg has planned........and decides that an empty stomach is NOT something he'd want to go down with. He bites a chunk out of a crispy bit of theorgg's BBQ sauce soaked thigh.*


Mmmm. Tastes like pig butt.


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