I reckon this is the place. ... Anybody home?
Marge! Come out! My name is Maximillian A. Bear, vampire hunter extraordinaire. I demand you come out!
I'm feeling a bit dizzy. Perhaps we should hide behind a rock.
Who has disturbed my beauty rest? More code enforcement inspectors? ... I shall have you impaled like the others!
Hmmm. You kinda purty. Hmm.
Oh, I see. ... Perhaps the impalement can be postponed. Won't you come into my castle young man? Your friends can wait outside.
Don't go with her Karl. She's a succubus. She has bewitched you.
Hmm. I rode a bus once when I left the nervous hospital. Don't remember it too much, 'cept I spent up some a my money.
Karl, is it? Well let me assure you, Karl, that this will be a ride you won't likely forget. ... And it won't cost you a penny.
Karl! Stay away! She intends to steal your seed and use it to create a demon child! When she is through with you she will kill you. She is ... she is ... she is actually quite enchanting isn't she? May I ask your name my lovely new friend?
Why aren't you the gentleman. My name is Vermiculite, but you, dear sir, shall have to wait your turn.
Maximillian! She has bewitched you as well. Snap out of it! Don't look at her!
I seen her first. Hmmm. I reckon I'm gonna have to kill you fellers.
Karl! You don't know what you are saying! Don't look into her eyes. ... Those beautiful eyes, those beautiful limpid pools of beady luminescence. ....
Such refined taste you have, my little toad. Tell me, are you green all over?
OK, bitch. I've heard about enough.
Ah, the rug speaks. How enchanting. A living rug to curl up with on a cold morning ... Imagine the possibilities.
Can it sister, I'm immune to your warty charms. We're looking for Marge and we're not leaving until we find her.
Then perhaps impalement would be to your liking. I suspect, rather, it would be. ... Karl, this rug seems quite dusty. Perhaps you would beat it for me.
Hmmm. Yes'm.
As for you other gentlemen, please form an orderly line. I shall be with your shortly. ... Drat! Not the crows.
Away succubus! Your spell is broken. Do not torment these people further or you shall suffer the wrath of the crows.
Tell us where Marge is.
Ah hell. Marge went to her vacation chalet in Turkey.
The turkeys are our enemy.
Dude, let it go. We must travel to Turkey.
I don't suppose you could leave the big one behind? ... Didn't think so. What's a girl gotta do anymore to find a nice date?
Maybe if you didn't impale them?
I reckon this is the place. ... Anybody home?
Marge! Come out! My name is Maximillian A. Bear, vampire hunter extraordinaire. I demand you come out!
I'm feeling a bit dizzy. Perhaps we should hide behind a rock.
Who has disturbed my beauty rest? More code enforcement inspectors? ... I shall have you impaled like the others!
Hmmm. You kinda purty. Hmm.
Oh, I see. ... Perhaps the impalement can be postponed. Won't you come into my castle young man? Your friends can wait outside.
Don't go with her Karl. She's a succubus. She has bewitched you.
Hmm. I rode a bus once when I left the nervous hospital. Don't remember it too much, 'cept I spent up some a my money.
Karl, is it? Well let me assure you, Karl, that this will be a ride you won't likely forget. ... And it won't cost you a penny.
Karl! Stay away! She intends to steal your seed and use it to create a demon child! When she is through with you she will kill you. She is ... she is ... she is actually quite enchanting isn't she? May I ask your name my lovely new friend?
Why aren't you the gentleman. My name is Vermiculite, but you, dear sir, shall have to wait your turn.
Maximillian! She has bewitched you as well. Snap out of it! Don't look at her!
I seen her first. Hmmm. I reckon I'm gonna have to kill you fellers.
Karl! You don't know what you are saying! Don't look into her eyes. ... Those beautiful eyes, those beautiful limpid pools of beady luminescence. ....
Such refined taste you have, my little toad. Tell me, are you green all over?
OK, bitch. I've heard about enough.
Ah, the rug speaks. How enchanting. A living rug to curl up with on a cold morning ... Imagine the possibilities.
Can it sister, I'm immune to your warty charms. We're looking for Marge and we're not leaving until we find her.
Then perhaps impalement would be to your liking. I suspect, rather, it would be. ... Karl, this rug seems quite dusty. Perhaps you would beat it for me.
Hmmm. Yes'm.
As for you other gentlemen, please form an orderly line. I shall be with your shortly. ... Drat! Not the crows.
Away succubus! Your spell is broken. Do not torment these people further or you shall suffer the wrath of the crows.
Tell us where Marge is.
Ah hell. Marge went to her vacation chalet in Turkey.
The turkeys are our enemy.
Dude, let it go. We must travel to Turkey.
I don't suppose you could leave the big one behind? ... Didn't think so. What's a girl gotta do anymore to find a nice date?
Maybe if you didn't impale them?
2 comments:
vermiculite, the seed in the inspection program is not that kind. home or castle, we will get an administrative search warrant if necessary.
I find this hilarious. With all the craziness elsewhere in Blogistania, I find this blog a refreshing change!
Doesn't Vermiculite play Defensive Tackle for the Arizona cardinals? I hope Runyan can handle her!
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