Hey shine, lets have a fight. Right here. Right now.

*Pushes shine into a table*

 

*watches from a safe distance with beer in hand*

Hmm, this'll be entertaining.

 

Shine and i had a fight once, i still cherish it. I like shine now.

 

C'mon! What are you? Some kinda Ewok social worker? Wuss!

 

Ooh. This should be fun. (and maybe locked, but the funnest threads always are, aren't they?)

Who should I root for?

 

Root for Duct Tape!

 

I *KILL* YOU.


If someone can take my abuse, they're ok in my book.

 

"Gimme some sugar, baybee."

*Grabs Fate by the waist, smooches, and throws her down*

Lets go, shine. Pansy Ewok Social Worker!

*takes off belt with metal buckle and cracks it like a whip*

 

Hmm.

 

*Throws a chair into the fray.*

 

Did you just call me an Ewok?


Call your mommy and tell her you loved her!

*kick to the jimmy*

 

*Wipe blood from nose, hocks a bloody loogie, and spits it in shine's eye*

You gundark-lovin' imperial sympathizer!

 

*slaps Emuboy*

EWW! CYBER-COOTIES!

 

Whadja do that for? His nose is already bleeding! How mean can you be?

 

*pops jaw back into place, picks up Fate with one hand and throws her into shine*

 

*gives Emu the pile driver, yes that's right folks, the pile driver!*

 

*stands back and watches the fight with interest*

This one looks like it's going to be brutal.

 

Owie! That's illegal!

*Impliments Bob Backlund's patented cross-faced chicken wing on a helpless shine*

"Say Uncle Owen! Say Uncle Owen!"

 

*finishes beer*

*grabs a fresh, cold beer*

 

*cries*

 

*picks up the sopping wet Emuboy who only ways a buck o five and suplexes him into his Natalie Portman cutout*

 

*turns into a 9-foot tall, hulking green monster. Puts shine in his mouth*

 

*EMITS A NOXIOUS ODOR*

 

*re-emits the very same noxious odor*

"Mrrphr-mmpr grrphrmer, brmer." (mouth is full)

Translation: "We just shared a fart, buddy."

 

bedtime. I'll fight you more later.