The UK FF Battle Royale

//Puts wormie over knee and begins to spank her bottom

 

<tries to knife Cass but slips on wet fish>

D'oh!

 

Careful, Arun, I could start to enjoy that.

 

Gav...you playing nasty lil boy?

//eyebrows of doom

//lightening issues forth from said eyebrows and zapps Gav

Righty...now yous know what happens when yous PISS ME OFF

 

LOL

 

<starts running for the tank>

 

*spank*

that's the...

*spank*

plan...

*spank*

 

Or I could grow very very very bored......

Harder!

 

<tank blows up as soon as he gets there by Wormie's grenade>

Bitch!!!!

<sees MoT and fly kicks him>

 

*grabs Arun by the neck, strips him, pours aniseed over his balls, and lets the Rottweilers loose...*

 

gets up from kick.

stabbs gav with daggers from eyes

 

LOL! Moron!

Not my fault you drove into a live grenade!

 

<retreats to tall tree to gather thoughts and throw some big grenades>

Now where's that Poodu?

 

-- wishes she could stay and see the end results of this battle, but the call for sleep is too strong --

Bye everyone! Take care and don't lose too many appendages.

 

*Poodu silently stalks Gav..raises one hand and prepares to use the Shaolin Buddha Finger*

 

//Raises hand and makes low hum which send's the dog's to sleep...

//Looks at CA..

will you stop touching my balls??

 

*Poodu pokes Gav in the kidney area and the man doubles over in obvious discomfort*

Crap, that didn't work too well...*Poodu legs it*

 

<Gav falls out of tree and runs afetr Poodu... not catching up he throws a grenade at him>

 

//concerned

CA stripped Arun. Is that right?

 

Don't flatter yourself, Arun!

 

//Begins to club Poodu's head with a claw hammer

'That's for calling me illiterate'

 

It was YOU that started it, CA. The stripping and stuff...

Perv!

<gives Poodu a Glasgow Kiss; Poodu falls over from impact; CaSS runs away laughing like a maniac>

<gets in the way of Arun's claw hammer before running away>

//evil mind working overtime...

I'll get you Arun Dale...and your lil dog too..

//cackle

 

*Gittes arrives over the hill in an Apache Gunship*

Time to die Muthafluckas!

*Launches opening salvo of air to ground missiles, followed by hail of automatic gunfire*

Oh..and in the spirit of childish games....I have a forcefield.....

 

*ouch* *ouch* *OUCH* when did I call you illiterate???

Ahh...that's alright, me fellow Utd supporter is here! Time to kick some booty!!

*Poodu runs around like maniac*

 

Glaswegians are immune to force fields, Gittes!

<chucks a pile of muck which hits Gittes on the face>

hehehehehehehe