dwightschrute wrote:NO IT IS Always SPamalots hill Spamalots hill
<---Changes the rules, so that other people can gain control of the hill, agreed by every major world leader, who also place me as the king of the hill for my excellent work, I build massive fortifications around hill, anti-nuke defenses and anti viral defenses.
Minions! Crk'Ghrizzth demands originality in our conquests. Let us cease taking this hill with such simple methods, but instead demonstrate both wit and creativity in our attacks. I for one will be unleasing microscopic clockwork termites from my mohawk to rend our enemies limb from limb.
Spamalot's Hill. Deservedly.
Wayne wrote:Wow, with a voice like that Dancing Mustard must get all the babes!
Garth wrote:Yeah, I bet he's totally studly and buff.
I rearrange the words in 'emo' to spell 'moe'.
You have an identity crisis and slash your wrists. You bleed slowly to death on the floor; there's probably some black roses or some shit laying about, and something like Hawthorn Heights is whinging away in the background. Who knows, maybe the curtains blow about in the wind a bit.
If only people had understood you more...
Spamalot's Hill. Get out the puffy coats and all of that, it's 40 degrees out here on the Spamalot Eastside! Packing two cannons by my pancreas. Bitches!
Wayne wrote:Wow, with a voice like that Dancing Mustard must get all the babes!
Garth wrote:Yeah, I bet he's totally studly and buff.
Ohhh, really?
I was just trying to keep takeovers fresh and exciting. I didn't want it to come across as a beatdown. Guess I'll have to use the power of love to take the hill next time.... just you watch.
Oh yeah.... Spamalot's Hill. Bown down to some true pimps.
Wayne wrote:Wow, with a voice like that Dancing Mustard must get all the babes!
Garth wrote:Yeah, I bet he's totally studly and buff.
Ohhh, really? I was just trying to keep takeovers fresh and exciting. I didn't want it to come across as a beatdown. Guess I'll have to use the power of love to take the hill next time.... just you watch.
Oh yeah.... Spamalot's Hill. Bown down to some true pimps.
Ashamed that his nuke didn't wrok to kill off the Spamalotians spirits, he hires a assasin to sneek into the Royals bedroom at night.
The assasin pulls out a poisened knife, and quickly stabs the king in his royal head.
Swiftly he jumps out of the window, and runs down the hill.
In his ears he can here high pitched screams, and he laughs to himself merrily.
We coat Hecter's body in the blood of chickens and chant forbidden voodoo prayers over his corpse. The stones of Spamalot wail as the rhythmn of the ceremony rises to a frantic dirge. Ancient spirits of spammers past, writhe in the air around the body like flames crackling across its skin; it rises from the matress with an unatural slowness, as if lifted by the very minds of the gathered disciples. As one the circle ceases chanting, pausing momentarily before breaking into wild shrieking. And at their centre their king rises blood-soaked from what was intended to be an eternal sleep.
"Behold" proclaims the knight known as Vincent M "for our king is dead, all hail zombie-Hecter, our ruler"
Spamalot's Hill.
Wayne wrote:Wow, with a voice like that Dancing Mustard must get all the babes!
Garth wrote:Yeah, I bet he's totally studly and buff.
read above posts, as resurrection (barring that of Christ (obviously and act of God)) is an affront to God's word, the resurrection fails, the disheartened disciples all kill themselves and I calmly take the hill
my hill
We are the Borg. We come to assimilate your technology. Resistance is futile
