What is "vingklaffsfri"?

89 bottles of beer on the wall,
89 bottles of beer,
you take one pass it around,
88 bottles of beer on the wall...

 

88 bottles of beer on the wall,
88 bottles of beer,
you take 87 pass them around,
1 bottle of beer on the wall...

All right, I got bored... and I really want RF to read about the Nobrin brothers!

 

No beer on the wall,
which is good, because
I don't like beer at all

 

what do you like then?

 

Almost anything but beer.
If we're talking about alcoholic beverages, that is.

 

Ok, the beer is gone, and I'm here with Wraith Squadron. Is everyone tied down comfortably? Good, let's begin...

In a Galaxy Far Far Away...

Imagine Wedge Antilles, Myn Donos and Face Loran, dressed in rough-country ponchos of heavy dark cloth, broad-trimmed hats, hair and false mustaches cut to identical lengths, trying to bluff their way through Imperial Customs with false id-cards...

They descended the ramp and handed their identification cards to the official with an identical flourish. The man looked at them, an expression somewhere between amusement and horror on his face.
He recovered enough to slide the first card into his reader. "Dod nobrin of Agamar".
[paraphrasing]
Agamar is a Outer Rim Colony World, it's inhabitants are known for stubborness and stupidity...
[/paraphrasing]
Face nodded, a head-bobbing motion more suited to a carrion bird than to a man. Wedge duplicated the motion. A moment later Donos caught on and did the same. The official looked between them as mesmerized.
"I'm Dod," Face said. He jerked his thumb at Wedge. "This is my brother Fod. Also from Agamar." He gestured at Donos the same way. "This is my brother Lod."
"Also from Agamar."
"Oyah. That's right. You're pretty sharp for a city man."
The official shook his head with the motion of someone resigning himself for a long, long day at work. "Your business on Storinal?"
Face beamed. "Woman."
"Entertainment, then."
Face looked indignant. "No."
"Business?"
"No! That's not the sort of business we're in."
Wedge said, "Brides."
Donos, keeping his voice low, repeated, "Brides." He stretched the word out as though it had some cosmic significance.
Wedge said, "There are only six beautiful woman on all Agamar. And they're all married."
Face said, "There are only five."
Wedge shook his head adamantly. "Six."
"Five, Ettal Howrider got shot."
"Gentlemen..."
"Who shot her?"
"Her cousin, Popal Howrider."
"I thought he was still laid up from getting bit and the wound festering and all. That awfull smell..."
"Gentlemen!" The offical's color had risen. "I'm going to put 'Entertainment' on your temporary visa. I'f you're not here to do finacial transactions with someone, you're here for 'Entertainment'. You understand?"
Face nodded agreeably, and again Wedge and Donos matched his bobbing notion. "Oyah, we understand." Then Face caught sight of something off to the side. "Look at that!"
Everyone, the guards included, looked in the same direction, but the only thing to see was the motion of people walking inside the near bunker, just on the other side of a gallery-length window.
The official asked, "What?"
Face grabbed his tuni, pulled him close, pointed. "Her, her! She's nearly naked!"
One of the passersby was in a golden reflective garment that showed a considerable quantity of leg and shoulder.
The official tried to pull himself free. "That's merely summer werar, sir -"
"What's her name?"
"I don't know." The man tried to pry Face's hand off but made no headway. He cast a beseeching look over his shoulder toward one of the guards, and Wedge tensed, but the armor-plated trooper didn't move. He was, Wedge saw, shaking with laughter.
"You don't know her name? You live in the same village with her!"
The official finally got Face's hand free. "It's a city, not a village, and it's to large for me to know everybody." As quickly as he could, he cycled Wedge's and Donos's cards through the reader.
"That's not very neighborly." Face accepted the cards and passed them out among his brothers. "Say, if you could direct us to where the beautiful woman looking for husbands are, it'd be worth a credit to you."
The man looked at him, too drained to be stunned. "A whole credit."
"Oyah, Always pay for the best, that's what I say."

Ok, that's it. Hope you enjoyed it!

 

I've had better.

 

I can say without a doubt (and i have proof) that JediLynx is NOT vingklaffsfri.... she is a regular at #starwars.nu|ep3 a spoiler chat, and she has from time to time OPENLY discussed spoilers with us. I hearby sentence Lynx to changing her signature to "vingklaffsfri-fri till Episod III"

 

I thought I changed my siggie... .

*checks*

Oh, no. Oh, no! Bad, bad siggie! Oh, wicked, wicked siggie. Oh, it is a naughty signature and it must pay the penalty, and here in Castle FFNC, we have but one punishment for this: you, Xeltek, must tie it down on a bed and spank it.

You must spank it well, and after you have spanked it, you may deal with it as you like, and then, spank RF and Enji.

 

Here ladies and gentlemen is your proof!

[image=http://uk.geocities.com/torek_massassi/lynxguilty.jpg]

Pfft! siggie was just an innocent puppet in your devilish scheme! It is you as the members of this board can see who is the true criminal in this obvious act!
You will thus pay tribute to siggie in the sum of 180.000 credits and change to a truthfull siggie.

(woah, the pic got squashed/looking for better hosting, geocities suck)

 

You must spank it well, and after you have spanked it, you may deal with it as you like, and then, spank RF and Enji.


-----signature-----

~ Enji's loyal bodyguard ~



hm...

 

My bodyguards are of a kind of their own...

 

Bodyguards?
What bodyguards?
*tickles Enji and runs off to hide again*

 

You evil blue german!

*sigh* I think I need to send my bodyguards to a bodyguard-training school, so they can learn to protect me...

 

*bamf

Protect who?
*tickles Enji again, backs away and sticks out tongue*
Hihi!
*smiles and waves*

*bamf*

 

Now that's just mean. Hey, bodyguards, DO something!

*looks at bodyguards tied to chair*

Umm, never mind.

 

*bamf

Having problems, Enji?

*looks at the beautiful icon of mine*
I'm feeling blue today.
And evil! >
*hangs a chocolatemuffin in the ceiling, just out of reach from Enji*

*tickles Enji just for the fun of it before disappearing*

*bamf*

 

I really don't want to know what you're doing now, so I'll just...
*spanks Enji*

 

It looks like she likes it!

 

I just want everybody to know that I'm not enjoying this.

 

Hey! What are you doing to my Enji!? Stop that right now! Xel is the only one who is allowed to do any spaking around here.

Oh, and Arthur and Lance of course.

Now, you cut this out or I'll.. I'll... I'll bite your legs off!

 

[sings]
Kidnap the Enji-grrl, lock her up real tight
Throw away the key and then
Turn off all the lights

Kidnap the FFS_CR
Throw her in a box
Bury her for ninety years
Then see if she talks

Kidnap the little red
Tie her in a bag
Throw her in the ocean
Then see if she is sad

Kidnap the Flogsta-girl
beat her with a stick
Lock her up for ninety years,
see what makes her tick

Kidnap the Enji-grrl
chop her into bits
All of FF Sweden is sure to get their kicks

Kidnap the Enji-grrl
see what we will see
Lock her in a cage and then
throw away the key

[/sings]

 

OK, you've had your fun. Now, Lynx, bite his legs off!

 

Right!

*ouf* *gnnnnn* *screeeeech*

Uhm. Enji? Could you give him a little push over here? Either that or I'm not going to get near him until he's died of old age. Moving around in this chair is a bit... slow.

 

Hmm. Okay...

*grabs RF and ties him to the chair as well*

There, now I think you'll reach!