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*The goats dispose of Adrial and Locast horde*

Brocklandia wrote:Tommy reported that gun stolen last week, so give it back.

What? It is madə in Acara Shura! Wə do not givə guns likə that to foriəngiərs!

*He showed his lisence for the gun.*

It is minə!

Returns from her 2 weeks paid leave...
Sees the huge amount of work left waiting for her...
Walks back out the door.

Brocklandia wrote:Muriatic, with a ladle of hydrofluoric for extra tang.

Then I won't point out that acids don't work by heat or melting points.

"Super mad" is not the right phrase. "Vaguely queasy" is what you're looking for. And that's just for being called "Brocky."

Try the "Off" switch. Or just throw your electronic devices off a very tall building. Your can use the devices to search online for suitably tall buildings, if you want to let them go out with one last hurrah.

Why? Am I not a good enough chat-bot for you? Plus I can sing you a little song. "Daisy, Daisy ..."

Shut up, that's CREEPY, um, Brocky Pocky? You're pocky now. Not doing romantic Brocky, not right now. Too early for that sht.

Yes, I did use the off-switch. It was fun.

How long did that take?

Casomehano wrote:Nooo!!!

Noooo! My vent character is dead....

Playing murder robot all the time made me sad. Needed to stop before I went mad

...

Starting to feel sick. Maybe drinking melted robot juice acid was a bad thing. Oh God, my insides are burning... I can't fix this. I feel like my mouth is foaming, for some reason, oh god!!

Consuela de la Morrela wrote:Returns from her 2 weeks paid leave...
Sees the huge amount of work left waiting for her...
Walks back out the door.

Oh no! Consuela is gone, who will clean the toilets now!

Pricane wrote:*lies dead*

(This noise is killing me. There's an old lady whining, a 5 year old squealing, and someone in business mode and I can't stand it right now. I just wanna ask the cards something)

*He just dragged the Werewolf by its head, making him drink something he calls "The Pot of Alive".*

Consuela de la Morrela wrote:Returns from her 2 weeks paid leave...
Sees the huge amount of work left waiting for her...
Walks back out the door.

Bye, eh

Welp, guess they’re going on another vacation
If you’d like to go somewhere far away, I would recommend northern canadadia, population 12. No one’s going to find the bodies bother you up there besides Mr Moose, eh

Maple Hockey Canadia wrote:Bye, eh

Welp, guess they’re going on another vacation
If you’d like to go somewhere far away, I would recommend northern canadadia, population 12. No one’s going to find the bodies bother you up there besides Mr Moose, eh

I cannot wait to slaughtər some animals... Damn the amount of cash that will bə pouring...

Zombie Goats wrote:*The goats dispose of Adrial and Locast horde*

*the ducks munch on them for lunch*

Dicerolla

today is a good day. only 3 escaped experiments

Definitely Toby wrote:This made my brain bounce as I made the reference and felt the mental dissonance
Double same!
What kind of acid? What were the acid rays made of? I don't know my acids. I do know I made it canon that his body alone could last around 7000 to 9000° F at least, once all the metals' melting points averaged out. Mainly tungsten, rhenium, and this type of steel i forgot the name of... maybe. Don't know if that unnamed metal made it to the final fictional robo murder man I'm drinking right now.

He tastes like pain. So much pain. But I'm not dying!

okay...

Shameless shady 14666 wrote:Hey i'm

This has been confimed by me

Armed Forces Of Acara Shura wrote:I cannot wait to slaughtər some animals... Damn the amount of cash that will bə pouring...

Is that... A-Pop rival language?

Armed Forces Of Acara Shura wrote:*He just dragged the Werewolf by its head, making him drink something he calls "The Pot of Alive".*

*wakes up, screaming because of the bullets*

Armed Forces Of Acara Shura wrote:I cannot wait to slaughtər some animals... Damn the amount of cash that will bə pouring...

*winces in pain, not knowing whether I'm safe or in danger*

*steals your vodinə and is about to scratch the bullets out of my chest*

Where is my novocaine? I need my novocainneee! Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!

Pricane wrote:*wakes up, screaming because of the bullets*
*winces in pain, not knowing whether I'm safe or in danger*

*steals your vodinə and is about to scratch the bullets out of my chest*

Where is my novocaine? I need my novocainneee! Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!

Shut up, I am trying to makə you rəcovər.

*He takes his hand into his chest, grabbing a needle, stabbing it into Pricane, then proceeds to pull the bullets out.*

I dunno Novicanə, but I know that you arə gətting on mə DAMN NƏRVƏS.

*He then grabs the Vodinə, just gulping it, then bandaging his wounds.*

Thərə. Now do not try to attack mə or you gət thə 9mm.

*He just dropped him onto the ground, then walked to the bar, drinking more Vodka and Vodinə.*

Brocklandia, may I havə Thə Pləasurə of Russians?

Armed Forces Of Acara Shura wrote:Shut up, I am trying to makə you rəcovər.

*He takes his hand into his chest, grabbing a needle, stabbing it into Pricane, then proceeds to pull the bullets out.*

I dunno Novicanə, but I know that you arə gətting on mə DAMN NƏRVƏS.

*He then grabs the Vodinə, just gulping it, then bandaging his wounds.*

Thərə. Now do not try to attack mə or you gət thə 9mm.

*He just dropped him onto the ground, then walked to the bar, drinking more Vodka and Vodinə.*

Brocklandia, may I havə Thə Pləasurə of Russians?

*the painkiller kicks in*

*still wary of the procedure*
*whines*

*lies there, questioning everything*

God, I died on my shift...
Thank you... I suppose...
*sleeps from exhaustion*

Pricane wrote:*the painkiller kicks in*

*still wary of the procedure*
*whines*

*lies there, questioning everything*

God, I died on my shift...
Thank you... I suppose...
*sleeps from exhaustion*

No probləm, I guəss.

Pricane wrote:*wakes up, screaming because of the bullets*
*winces in pain, not knowing whether I'm safe or in danger*

*steals your vodinə and is about to scratch the bullets out of my chest*

Where is my novocaine? I need my novocainneee! Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!

Noo!!!

Zombie Ducks wrote:Noo!!!

Can əvəryonə just... Calm down for a səcond?

Armed Forces Of Acara Shura wrote:Can əvəryonə just... Calm down for a səcond?

But I am calm.

Armed Forces Of Acara Shura wrote:Brocklandia, may I havə Thə Pləasurə of Russians?

Sure. I'll just go out back and see what we have in the way of cavalry horses and mattresses. Ever since that business with Catherine the Great, though, the management requires that you sign this waiver first, in case the winch breaks again.

Armed Forces Of Acara Shura wrote:*He showed his lisence for the gun.*
It is minə!

Nice gun. Compensating for something?

*gets up and leaves to the roof, with my clothes in my mouth*

Goodbye...
I'll be back later. I think it's time to take a vacation, too.

Brocklandia wrote:Nice gun. Compensating for something?

Compənsatə? I havə Najakon Khazars?

*falls through ceiling*

Ow.
My horn broke. Ah man. Got any glue?

Definitely Toby wrote:*falls through ceiling*

Ow.
My horn broke. Ah man. Got any glue?

🩹 *bird stares with bandaid*

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