Narg heard something about lacking intelligence and thought he would stop by.... Noggy?!? *throws feces at him*

 

Oh yeah, congrats btw!

NARGIE!  *licks*

 

I missed the sight of flying feces. No one does that anymore. It's all stab stab stab.

And thanks, good lookin' ;)

*lathers in feces*

 

*lights Narg on fire*

 

OBEY THE COOKPOT!!! It's our leader now.

Fire really brings out his eyes

Whoa whoa... did you imply the cookpot was not our leader before?? BLASPHEMY!!

 

*feeds noggy to the cookpot*

 

*heats the cookpot with his flames*

Is down flammable?

Where be Monca?

He angered the cookpot years ago and so had been banished to someplace clean where everyone takes a bath daily... skipping and hoping around in joy. *shudders*

That sounds horrible.

I took a bath once. Nobody survived. O_O

Well when you squeal like a fade from just touching a little water how do you expect the hoo-mahns to survive?

Songs have been sung about my wretched squeal. And dances have been danced. And stories have been told. And pants have been stolen.

 

The only thing you ever hear about Narg is how polite he is to little old ladies, and how he helps rescue kitties from trees. Disgraceful!

 

But then again, Disgraceful is your middle name. Nargbert Disgraceful Rodriguez!

*laughs*

 

Kinda fitting, don't you think? xD

I miss Vern's dance of shame.

It just because trollocs fear to sing my name in songs... They just whisper in awe of my flaming greatness... And pink tail feathers.

 

And you may call helping old ladies and kittens disgraceful, narg call it easy lunch.

 

And nyna dear, Vern finished off by a rouge arrow when the trollocs captured the white tower. You can still see nargs name carved by balefire in the side.

*dances the Trolloc Dance of Resurrection*

Who the hell invited him???

*readies his bow*

I think you need an arrow first. And a bow. You're just standing there with a half-eaten carrot and a yo-yo. You're not fooling anyone. 

 

This is a great party, Nyn!!!

VERN <3

I feel all special today

I miss the Yellow Monster. Does that still exist anywhere?

Throw vegetables at Vern and he is finished! And don't you dare insult my yo-yo of doom! It's ok yo yo... He meant it... And he might be right... but you are still mine. *hog ties Vern with the yo yo and feeds him carrots*

 

And I believe you are the one lugging around a limp noodle covered in marinara calling it a power wrought sword that bleeds. Vern would do the limp noodle dance... but he is tied up. Where is Nyna to take advantage of him?

*picks his beak*