Originally posted by: irishScott
Originally posted by: MAKENITO
Originally posted by: irishScott
Originally posted by: MAKENITO
Originally posted by: irishScott
Originally posted by: MAKENITO
Originally posted by: irishScott
Originally posted by: MAKENITO
Originally posted by: irishScott
Pretty sure my Silverback would own. Think King Kong on crack.
*Throws A Banana - and then sits back and watches King Kong Run*
*shatters makenito's ornament on the way*
*Ornament shatters.. get imbeded in King Kongs foot.. King Kong falls to the ground... Wound is infected... RIP King Kong
*
... Victory Awarded to The Ornament (who has miraculously survived, and goes forth to save the day again)
Oh pfffft. Have you ever seen the bottom of a gorilla's foot? We pad around jungles filled with sharp venomous things all day. Assuming you even penetrate the sole, What are you made of? Lead?
And remember Humpty Dumpty, If I'm going down, so are you.
Oh, and anyone who makes a
good flash animation of this thread to
this will get $5 paypall from me.
Hey ! You Have Already Been 'RIP'd. You only get to come back from RIP land when I say.. And Ill have you know - My ornament is uber strong and sharp.. its like made out of diamond. Really.
Nah you humpty dumpty hahahaha IM AN ORNAMENT NOT AN EGG! AND IM MADE OF DIAMOND. You could drop me a million times, and I wouldnt break.
King Kong now Officially out of the running:laugh:
Well if you're made of diamond than I wouldn't have been able to smash you... with my foot. So I'll just let you sit there nicely embedded in the ground while I go find a 747 sized rock to throw...
King King RIP'd by a fucking Christmas Ornament my ass.
Edit: Oh, and thanks for the foot massage.
:laugh: (Hahahahah shush you).
*rethinks scenario:Edits*
The ground is concrete, the top of my ornament has a trapdoor that allows it to become a blade - King Kong Stepped me, as a defence mechanism my head opened and sliced down his massive rough and dry foot. Now he is screaming like a banshee and and clutching his foot.. which drips blood.. All sit back and watch the show
With a rush that could flood the colliseum with adrenaline, King Kong slowly rises and, using a several foot thick clump of branches as a glove, picks up the accursed orb and throws it out to sea, where it sank to the lowest depths of the ocean. It remains there to this day, stabbing any hapless giant squids that come upon it, and is widely considered responsible for the sheer numbers of dead giant squid washing up on local beaches. Along with the occasional sperm whale.
In the meantime, King Kong cleaned his wound, and with the "help" of the computer avatar browsed webMD to figure out what to do next. With the help of the peace loving hippie avatar, the wound was sterilized, stitched, and bound in trees who's leaves are known for their medicinal properties. He then continued on his quest to Nigeria, in order rescue the blonde avatar from the clutches of the ever elusive Black Man avatar; curse those Nigerian penis pills! Mystery, intrigue, interracial sex and underwater bestiality, this is a story all about how my life got flipped turned upside down and I'd like to take a minute just sit right I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air. In west Philadelphia born and raised, on the playground was where I spent most of my days; Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool and all shootin some b-ball outside of the school when a couple of guys, who were up to no good, started making trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared she said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'. I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I can say this cab is rare but I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air'! I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'
I looked at my kingdom I was finally there to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.
HA!