Behold! And the on the zero-th day, the Lord did create spam.

*whistles innocently*

And the 11th commandment did he proclaim: THOU SHALT DIP YOUR OREOS IN MILK.

*yawns*  Never do.

AND THE HERETICS AND BLASPHEMERS SHALL BE DIPPED IN BOILING OIL, THAT ONE MAY BETTER APPRECIATE THE TASTE OF FLESH.

-^-And thus it began-^-

SO THUSLY WAS THE PAGAN BOILED, SUCH AS TO NURTURE THE SUCCULENT JUICES. AND THE FLESH WAS TORN OFF WITH HOOKS, THAT THE FAITHFUL MIGHT RELISH THEM.

I'm not faithful, and I don't like relish.

AND THE BELIEVERS DID REND MEESH LIMB FROM LIMB, THAT THEY MIGHT BE SACRIFICED TO THE ALTAR OF THE 4TH FAITH OF THE BOOK.

YAY, I LIKE BEING RENT!

 

:D

 

*cries tears of joy at the pain*

 

I don't burn well, though, I kind of...explode.  Just warning you.

SO DID GOD GRANT TO HIS FERVENT WORSHIPPERS A BUBBLE, INURED AGAINST FIRE AND EXPLOSIONS, TO USE FOR THEIR SACRIFICES.

*looks around*

 

I still don't see any worshipers. :o

AND SO DID GOD [glow=red,2,300]TASER[/glow] MEESH FOR HER HERESY AND CHRONIC BLINDNESS AT BEING UNABLE TO SEE THE LEGIONS OF POSTS OF THE FAITHFUL.

It isn't exactly my fault I can't see things that aren't there!

 

*is tasered by this "god" fellow*

 

Ouch!

NO RELATION TO SIR GOD THE MOD.

Aha, well, that clears it all up quite well!

Meesh... I hate you. You messed up my poll! *breaks down and cries* *gets up and fixes poll*

How did I mess it up?!?!

Did you add the "Your Face" option? Hmmm??

No, I'm pretty sure that was Eebs, hon.

 

Notice his first post:

 

*whistles innocently*

*shoots rabid Locke* I'm sorry. *sing-songy*

 

*guttaral intonation* Let's hunt some Locke-burger!

*glares at Lordy*

 

You had no right to do that, Eebs is MINE!

 

*whips out her lightsaber*

 

Do you want me to break your new scythe?

 

I will.

 

I'll gnaw it in half with my TEETH, and then I'll slice it up into little pieces and make Lordy stew with you, too.

 

 

Give him back!

My... scythe?? How could you? *gazes in sorrow at scythe* OK... *hands back Locke-burger*

*looks at Locke-burger*

 

I think this is going to call for some Button-pushing.

 

*pulls out the Handbook*

 

*looks at it*

 

Hmm...

 

*pushes a few buttons*

 

*Locke-burger turns back into Locke*

 

Oh, phew, I hoped that was the right combination, or else he would've been a flamingo. O.O

 

I keep my buttons for extreme Eebs-related situations...;)

Nice. :D 

 

Except the changed pole.  >.<  :'(

 

You had no right to do that, Eebs is MINE!

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