I claim this forum in the name of the MOUND and all thats good

*dances a jig while jingling his head bells...*

 

I challange thee to a jest...

 

//Comes in with bells on his head

I'm here sire...would thy lord want for entertainment, a joke, a song

//Does a handstand and walks on his hands

or maybe some tomfoolery

 

// points and laughs

OMG - It's Mr Claypole

I wonder if he's got Dobbin and Miss Poppov with him

Head bells...

// sniggers

must...not...comment....

 

christ, you want one jester and three come along at once

 

IMPOSTERS!!!

 

*loses control of the juggling act and the club lands on Arun the Jester's head*

 

// throws head of sheep

Orf with his head

// points @ some jester or other

 

set the lions upon them, im game for a spot of sport m'lad

 

//takes of hat with bells on it

My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius, Commander of the Armies of the North, General of the Felix Legions, loyal servant to the true emperor, Marcus Aurelius. Father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife. And I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next.

 

Yes, lions!!!

// shouts to wench (for wench read OA)

... and bring that side of mutton over here for us to chew on as we watch the jesters run like mary queens

 

somebody kill the serf impersonating the gladiator, he bores me

 

dance then where ever you may be.
for i am the Lord of the mound said he.
and i'll lead you all,
where ever you may be,
and i'll lead you all to the moundsaid he.

 

ahh i see sir P of dubyuh has arrived, HUZZAH

 

Wait

He does look a bit like Wolfman...or is it Hunter?

Perhaps he should be made to run round in a huge padded hamster wheel knocking down sponge pillars each worth 25 points as he goes, first

 

Bores me he says...Mr 'Im so ever exciting'

 

ok what pills are you guys on....and where can I get some from?

 

mr ever so exciting

//wooo, get her


more ale i say, MORE ALE

 

// downs goblet of mead

// wipes chin

// sniffs

Smells like a piggin stable in here

 

and a fine Huzzah to you my good sir
how does this fine find thee?

 

//slaps p dub on the back

i be fat from the hog, venison and ale, tell me, how stands the castle of wolvey my good fellow

 

Castle von Wolvey stands pround, that fine pair of dueling foils that your smithy furnished me with, now have pride of place crossed above the mantel in the great hall.

 

Little blue B's they are awesome little pils

what's this 'mound' thang about too????

 

The wench is here!

Hello fine sirs.

 

// reclines on chaise longue

Wench - pass me that scab to munch on