Nightwatchman or manslave?

Private Chatroom Exchange.....

Insane Slut: So what do we do with the guy in the basement?

Perish: Manslave. We can dip him in clamato juice and dress him up like Barney the dinosaur and beat him relentlessly. I guess if the sybian breaks again, we could have sex with him? But that's a last resort. We're talking power outage style. 

Vanilla: Yeah even then I got batteries. Didn't we just get a new sybian? Didn't the steamtank finally break on that one? Now we got that new fangled 'lectric one. 

LilyAnne: AGREED! He can be the butler. Make a fire, fetch my drinks, read Ann Rice novels to us, and change the True Blood DVDs. 

Mysterious Hacker: So it'll be like Gothika meets the Golden Girls? 

LilyAnne: Who let him in here? Seriously GTFO!

Let me sell you a castle.....

Private Message Exchange.....

Blahd: Vhat do you mean Dr. Scott sold you this castle? I've been squatting here vor months. He doesn't own this place!




Insane Slut: Squatting? You don't rent this place from Dr. Scott?

Blahd: No. I've been here since my mom kicked me out. I vixed up the crypt so I could get some sleep during the evil daylight. A-ha-ha.


Insane Slut: Crypt? You mean that basement with the refrigerator box marked 'Blahd's resting chamber'?

Blahd: Vhat? I tried to steal a sarcophagus from the cemetery but it wouldn't fit in the Yugo.

Insanity begets an idea.....

Private Message Exchange.....

Insane Slut: I've had enough of this crap. There's not enough ME going on anymore. With Gimp Pimp Corps being decimated by the Evil Electronic Empire, we're looking at being defenseless against the IoMP. Obviously we can't leave the community policing to a hacker and his cronies.

LilyAnne: Agreed. After I que up this latest barrage of emails, we should order some costumes off the web and get some promotion stuff sent out, so people ph34r us.

Vanilla: I'll just sew us some. I have a pattern I think will work nicely.

LilyAnne: I'll gather the Laser Llama Brigade, and we'll use them to attack anyone who gets in our way. 

Damn you kids get off my lawn!!!!!!!!

Posted on Isle of Misfit Posters.....

Oscar Oldbie: Those stupid people over at Isle of Misfit Posters stole my chickens. You bastards need to stop crapping on my lawn. Just because BigMoney was hittin' my bitch back in the day, doesn't mean he's still hittin' it. Jesus with both feet in his mouth on Christmas.

Forken: Um.... are you sure you're on the right board?

Oscar Oldbie: GET OFF MY LAWN. Aww dammit this is the wrong board. I don't like posting here cause they make me read and stuff. Bah. Damn kids.

What is Larry up to now?

Private Message Exchange.....

Dr. Scott: Did ye ken larry was ower oan isle ay misfit posters? gart an accoont an' is postin' oan th' regular?


BigDawg: Yeah I knew he was there, I just don't know why. He's gone off the deep end. Is he trying to prod that crazy bitch into totally ruining this place? It's bad enough those three harpies have taken to thrashing anyone and everyone who comes to Feelers, and is poking and prodding at every little thing posted on IoMP. I have to find a way to get rid of those bitches. Maybe we can probe them for eyeball assault?

Dr. Scott:Larry will hang ye by th' balls fur probin' his bitches.

BigDawg: I'm getting sick of that fuckface anyhow. What's he gonna do? Throw beer cans at me over the Internet? Haha.