still being selfish? fine, another. >:[
@#$%chapter:make an idea%$#@
ahrim: hey, uh... guys?
all but ahrim: yeah?
ahrim: i think we're running out of stuff to do
dharok: what do you mean?
ahrim: well, we have more "normal" days than usual, we've started to have more boring adventures, and we've said "hell" and "damn" and "crap" more often, like now.
guthan: oh, yeah.
verac: well, how about we make a clan?
karil: dude, how the hell did you think of that?
verac: uhh... i looked at runescape's homepage.
all but verac and torag think: (how the HELL did he get so smart?
)
torag thinks: (hmm... i wonder where i can get a burger...)
karil: nowhere.
torag: what?
karil: you can't get a burger anywhere.
torag: how the hell did you know what i was thinking?
karil: i looked at the text in this comic. ya realize we're just words, right?
verac: well, what we're saying goes into this machine called the semi-graphic omni-speak adjective-verb-noun-adverb-ial transformation machine where the vocal transmitions get converted into words and put on this very comic. simple.
torag: you made my brain get coated in hot grease...
ahrim: i'm starting to re-think what i'm thinking!
karil: you made my brain explode!
dharok: my mind got pranked horribly wrong!
guthan: i'm starting to think hats are a hazard!
all: *gasps*! guthan (guthan says I) ALWAYS love(s) wearing hats!
guthan: haha! just kidding! i'm actually thinking hats are good for protecting my brain now! in fact, i'm starting to like helmets!
verac: not surprising...
all:...
ahrim: okay, so it's settled!
torag: we're going to mcdonald?
ahrim: no, we're gonna start a clan!
all: ALRIGHT!
verac: and this is the part where karil's explosives in the basement "accidentally" blow up the house
guthan: uh... that doesn't usually happen...
verac: well, the old sometimes has to come back for the good ol' days!
karil lights the explosives in his basement
verac: see? wow... damn iro-
continued(this is LONG!)
Roses are grey, violets are grey, I'm in Pompeii, I'm lost.
@#$%chapter:make an idea%$#@
ahrim: hey, uh... guys?
all but ahrim: yeah?
ahrim: i think we're running out of stuff to do
dharok: what do you mean?
ahrim: well, we have more "normal" days than usual, we've started to have more boring adventures, and we've said "hell" and "damn" and "crap" more often, like now.
guthan: oh, yeah.
verac: well, how about we make a clan?
karil: dude, how the hell did you think of that?
verac: uhh... i looked at runescape's homepage.
all but verac and torag think: (how the HELL did he get so smart?
)
torag thinks: (hmm... i wonder where i can get a burger...)
karil: nowhere.
torag: what?
karil: you can't get a burger anywhere.
torag: how the hell did you know what i was thinking?
karil: i looked at the text in this comic. ya realize we're just words, right?
verac: well, what we're saying goes into this machine called the semi-graphic omni-speak adjective-verb-noun-adverb-ial transformation machine where the vocal transmitions get converted into words and put on this very comic. simple.
torag: you made my brain get coated in hot grease...
ahrim: i'm starting to re-think what i'm thinking!
karil: you made my brain explode!
dharok: my mind got pranked horribly wrong!
guthan: i'm starting to think hats are a hazard!
all: *gasps*! guthan (guthan says I) ALWAYS love(s) wearing hats!
guthan: haha! just kidding! i'm actually thinking hats are good for protecting my brain now! in fact, i'm starting to like helmets!
verac: not surprising...
all:...
ahrim: okay, so it's settled!
torag: we're going to mcdonald?
ahrim: no, we're gonna start a clan!
all: ALRIGHT!
verac: and this is the part where karil's explosives in the basement "accidentally" blow up the house
guthan: uh... that doesn't usually happen...
verac: well, the old sometimes has to come back for the good ol' days!
karil lights the explosives in his basement
verac: see? wow... damn iro-
continued(this is LONG!)
Roses are grey, violets are grey, I'm in Pompeii, I'm lost.
14-Apr-2011 01:19:57 - Last edited on 14-Apr-2011 01:22:19 by Jimothey
