[QUOTE=TonyMontana1638]*Bursts into courtroom, scattering large burly bailiffs every which way*
No you can't do this to hill! He was innocent I tell you innocent! He was with me the night of the crime, we were discussing post counts and why people like Fable so much! wait! no! He's...
*is carried off by two armed police men who handcuff him*[/QUOTE]
What is this out rage!! ..Order order!....I'll have some fries ....I mean bring him to me ......court will have to be in recess for now new information has been brought to the court,assuming you are right can Hill agree to this. ANd if so you still cant explain Phreddies creation..you were not around at that time
Wondering how vampires live the life they live.....
seriously I dont know how they sleep during the day, I have a twitch everytime I hear a loud sound as I slumber, everytime ....Im just waiting to pounce on the poor mortal who creates a sound while I sleep in during the day. /rant
*Same policemen enter holding bruised and battered but strikingly good looking Cuban refugee*
Yes sla... I mean your honor?
"Be thankful you're healthy." "Be bitter you're not going to stay that way."
"Be glad you're even alive." "Be furious you're going to die."
"Things could be much worse." "They could be one hell of a lot better."
[QUOTE=TonyMontana1638]but strikingly good looking Cuban refugee*
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*sigh*..I thought Lestat trained these guards better..they know there supposed to beat them within an inch of there life...and beat them with an ugly stick...your not ugly.............................yet:mischief:
Oh well I need to take your statement now
Wondering how vampires live the life they live.....
seriously I dont know how they sleep during the day, I have a twitch everytime I hear a loud sound as I slumber, everytime ....Im just waiting to pounce on the poor mortal who creates a sound while I sleep in during the day. /rant
My statement essentially is that Hill could not have committed said crime because he was with me that night. He may very well not remember because he was drinking (ALOT ) but I very clearly rememeber because I had been drinking O'Douls (Hill had all the Bud and Red Stripe ). From approximately 8-12 pm we were talking, partying, and carrying on before he passed out on my ottoman. We were discussing various topics including Abortion, why people from Kansas City smell bad, what the best beer was, etc. Eventually we got around to the topic of a certain website he was a member of and he proceeded to relate his experiences with certain personalities on said website. He was just sober enough to trun my computeron, log in, and show me his profile and the website. I asked him about his multitude of post counts, he explained how he achieved such a large number (SYM), the conversation eventually degenerated into people he liked and didn't like on the website (he raved about the coolness of somebody named "Fable" for awhile), then we got bored and watched Strangers With Candy Season 1 until he passed out. That's pretty much it I think.
"Be thankful you're healthy." "Be bitter you're not going to stay that way."
"Be glad you're even alive." "Be furious you're going to die."
"Things could be much worse." "They could be one hell of a lot better."
"Be thankful you're healthy." "Be bitter you're not going to stay that way."
"Be glad you're even alive." "Be furious you're going to die."
"Things could be much worse." "They could be one hell of a lot better."
[QUOTE=TonyMontana1638]My statement essentially is that Hill could not have committed said crime because he was with me that night. He may very well not remember because he was drinking (ALOT ) but I very clearly rememeber because I had been drinking O'Douls (Hill had all the Bud and Red Stripe ). From approximately 8-12 pm we were talking, partying, and carrying on before he passed out on my ottoman. We were discussing various topics including Abortion, why people from Kansas City smell bad, what the best beer was, etc. Eventually we got around to the topic of a certain website he was a member of and he proceeded to relate his experiences with certain personalities on said website. He was just sober enough to trun my computeron, log in, and show me his profile and the website. I asked him about his multitude of post counts, he explained how he achieved such a large number (SYM), the conversation eventually degenerated into people he liked and didn't like on the website (he raved about the coolness of somebody named "Fable" for awhile), then we got bored and watched Strangers With Candy Season 1 until he passed out. That's pretty much it I think.[/QUOTE]
I need you to PM the list of people he like or didnt like that he mentioned. I need to take this into consideration, so that I know who might want him found guilty. If you are right then He may have to be protected..PMing me will assure us of this to be confidential
@Athena, I am well fluent in spanish
Wondering how vampires live the life they live.....
seriously I dont know how they sleep during the day, I have a twitch everytime I hear a loud sound as I slumber, everytime ....Im just waiting to pounce on the poor mortal who creates a sound while I sleep in during the day. /rant
"Be thankful you're healthy." "Be bitter you're not going to stay that way."
"Be glad you're even alive." "Be furious you're going to die."
"Things could be much worse." "They could be one hell of a lot better."
[QUOTE=Athena]*whispering to them in Spanish;"Estas de acuerdo?"[/QUOTE]
No creo que te escucho
Wondering how vampires live the life they live.....
seriously I dont know how they sleep during the day, I have a twitch everytime I hear a loud sound as I slumber, everytime ....Im just waiting to pounce on the poor mortal who creates a sound while I sleep in during the day. /rant
*Stops Whispering* Thats all I remember judge... Those TWO (yes, look again) messages should clear his name I hope.
"Be thankful you're healthy." "Be bitter you're not going to stay that way."
"Be glad you're even alive." "Be furious you're going to die."
"Things could be much worse." "They could be one hell of a lot better."
Well I hope thats that... Hill's a relatively good person, just don't wanna see him in jail.
"Be thankful you're healthy." "Be bitter you're not going to stay that way."
"Be glad you're even alive." "Be furious you're going to die."
"Things could be much worse." "They could be one hell of a lot better."
[QUOTE=TonyMontana1638]Did you get my reply slade? I may have capitalized your name I fear... :speech:[/QUOTE]
I got it thank you.
Well this information that you have publically given the court will have to be further investigated..hopefully the Mistress(dw) well get my message and bring this case to an end with good results...dont forget the jury is not here until monday so the overall out come may last till monday. However if DW response' before that, then we may now where this trial is going..check in tomorrow to find out whats going on..for noe this trial is on recess...
Wondering how vampires live the life they live.....
seriously I dont know how they sleep during the day, I have a twitch everytime I hear a loud sound as I slumber, everytime ....Im just waiting to pounce on the poor mortal who creates a sound while I sleep in during the day. /rant
[QUOTE=TonyMontana1638]Well I hope thats that... Hill's a relatively good person, just don't wanna see him in jail.[/QUOTE]
I understand your concern about Hill, and thats why we need everysingle piece of evidence to find the innocent and guity...we dont need innocents in jail and the guilties running free...we have to much of that in America
Well time for me to go good night
bye
see you all tomorrow
Wondering how vampires live the life they live.....
seriously I dont know how they sleep during the day, I have a twitch everytime I hear a loud sound as I slumber, everytime ....Im just waiting to pounce on the poor mortal who creates a sound while I sleep in during the day. /rant
*punches two policemen in their faces and sprints out of the courtroom cackling something he himself can't understand in spanish*
"Be thankful you're healthy." "Be bitter you're not going to stay that way."
"Be glad you're even alive." "Be furious you're going to die."
"Things could be much worse." "They could be one hell of a lot better."
Hold on. I'm slipping now. I'm flipping' out for real.
Hold on. I'm slipping now. I'm flipping' out for real.
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Dimple dabbers? Cats, dogs, and gigantic bees are running naked as the last glimpses of sun heal the earth, before the night reigns over the desolated land. Or might it be Hill under aegis of US court.
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Forks, fork? How could anyone come up anything involving fork, especially something involving how to arm an army with a utensils.
You know, I have once held a speech about forks. It was a full five minute speech, and how my legs were shaking. Thank god for that speaker’s booth as it would have been a complete humiliation to me. So I will try to do my best in translating it to English, even that it doesn’t answer to question; “Why should Heathens be armed with forks.”
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Comrades, hippies and you Dimple dabbers, of the back row, I salute you all!
My speech is not the like the ones you have heard before me, it doesn’t heed any political questions or try to change the world for better, it is a try to make you realise and focus your thoughts in certain subject and in a certain point of view. So I intend to talk about forks, to you.
A fork, for most of us, is an every day item; quite well know to us all. We even have it on almost every meal that we have during our lives. So thought of world without forks is, in fact, quite absurd. Simply how could we live without forks? How would it affect to our present western civilisation?
I do not think that things would be all that different from the way things are today. But I’d bet that our meals would last somewhat longer, and our fingers would have couple extra ketchup stains. I am also quite sure that it wouldn’t be all that big change for some individuals. For the rest of us it might cause some trouble eating that one pound stake, without a fork. Yes, I suppose that it is quite possible deed, and I have also tried it myself, results sadly indicated that eating such lump of meat is a lot more enjoyable with a fork.
Sadly I have made the world without forks look quite bad for all of us. Each one of us should remember, that lack of forks could create whole new dimension to our dinners. Yet, does everybody have time for such battle of titans? I have also heard that ‘dimensions’ are bad your metabolism as dimensions do not really mix well with the free radicals.
Let us all just admit that fork is in its rightful place, in the iron fist of mankind. And just like the beer glass filled with goat milk.
Doesn’t your hunger just wake up, when you see a fork next to your plate? It sure does that to me. If we heed the supporters of other utensils we can simply ignore them as those utensils are nothing compared to our beloved forks.
Spoons are quite fancy, when you are eating soup. But spoons cause trouble. Even I have had to notice how badly spoons are located on the table. This leads into trouble if you are partaking a wedding dinner or any other higher standard dinner as the spoon is bound to hit the glass and you have to held a nice speech and wish well for other people before being able to return to your seat.
Knives are nice, shiny and sharp. There isn’t really any actual use for knives. So isn’t knife quite unpractical utensil? Sure thing that when you are using your fork it is nice to have a knife with you, but frankly my listeners, that’s the only use for knives.
We shouldn’t forget about that wonder from east, the eating sticks. I like those and I think that those also quite cool, and a truly marvellous invention. But it lacks the mobility that the fork has, and after day of writing nothing else than page after page I do not think that people would be all that willing to use eating sticks. Mainly because of their hands are quite sore already. It also takes quite some time to learn to use these sticks properly. For most of us, we have lot better things to do. We already have a fork.
Anything else or is this the end? No. There are other areas where forks are quite handy. Some of these reasons are very closely related to human mating. You, human male are sitting in a bar and you see a woman of your liking. Question lies, how to impress her? She is surely a man-eater. There is only one working method to handle such situation; you will simply say that; how are you doing, I collect forks. Now this is the trickiest part as you would have had persuaded a bartender to give her a drink, at the precisely same moment you say your pickup line. She will be in shock for sometime and you should use that time to get yourself drunk, and sitting next to her. If she is an experienced player she will most likely stay next because we have skipped the immediate rejection phase and for now, everything else that you say can only improve your image on her eyes. This is not in any way considered as an insult towards female humans. People have just gotten used to certain maiting rituals. (Nods his head)
For female humans I do not have any hitting tips. I am just little bit conservative on that area. There are traditions you know. But I could tell how forks can help you to get rid of some unwanted person or brake up with your boy friend/husband/girl friend. It is absolutely easy once you get it. So here it comes; “You are a nice guy and all, you have fabulous car. But I just prefer forks.” Saying this will shock him. You should use this time saying similar things, don’t forget to mention forks once and while in order to hold this stasis. When you are finally finished he hasn’t said even one argument about it. You are done; there will be no “us” after this preach. Later on, when that former mister right is getting itself drunken state of mind and is obliviously talking to his best friend, he doesn’t get any motivation to have his revenge, as the end of the relationship is rather humorous. (Takes somewhat feminine pose and smiles that evil vixen smile. The one that all men find extremely scary and women don’t understand why.)
Forks can also be collected. Most people do not even consider this hobby, a pity indeed. Just imagine a great hall filled with various sets of forks, shining quietly in the lone candle light, which is slowly flapping on your hand. Small mirror images are slowly greeting you in the metal surface. Who would steal a collection of forks? Who would even have similar collection? You would truly be an individual and that is a good thing.
So what else there is to be said on forks? Well... there is a one thing…
… Forks rule!
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It has too many inside jokes, and I should have held my speech about something more seriuous matter such as ‘how global world needs more nationalists and socialists’.
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“We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills, but we shall never surrender to spammers.”
~ Churchill’s Mother on Spam Your Mind forum
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I found this inside my hotmail account. I do not know who has sent it or why, but I suspect that COMM is behind it. As you can see, whole message is written in some strange language and for my demise I have not been able to decode it to find out the meaning of it. Words of warning that should be heard. It may contain propaganda, it may even be lethal to read, and it can cause unexplainable bleeding and desire for tea.
Greetings to you Betrayer. It has been too long since we have last talked about serious matters. I remember well the day you joined and how we were so similar to each other. As our paths turned out to be different, by my joining to the ranks of the COMM. We have come to a full circle. Like all old empires we are now brink of extinction. Rookies do not acknowledge us, and few remaining members are constantly bothered by these Heathens. I know of your liking towards them and long ago I might have also followed similar path as you had. But past is past. There is nothing else than one thing to do. Another betrayal performed by you, our blade. But you should first hear why we have finally come to this, at the last sunset, to hear our dying words.
At the height of our rule we were unchallenged, it didn’t last but we prevailed. Year after year, untouchable and pure we remained until we chose their path, played the game by their rules. Perhaps it was their well planned trap or just glimpse of luck in their favour. Nether less, we did smite them down and some of them even left for good, but new spammers rose in their place. There were always new members and our own started to dwindle. We were not willingly doing it and it didn’t certainly please us. One here and other there, what else were there to do, we tried to stop it but the filth just kept pestering us. So we hired an assassin, traitor, Ideal Maxima as he calls himself today, and send him to the flanks of our enemy. Our plan was successful. Glory for the victory of COMM and our way, none was able to stand against us. We were complete fools. We should have finished them off when we had the chance. Yet we gave them time to recover, strengthen their arms. Whatever we did afterwards didn’t bring us long lasting success, and they just gloated.
Yet we were not out of tricks. We had realised that COMM would not survive. But an ideal is bullet-proof; ideals last when the man brakes, ideals give strength and are the true key to give immortality to our way of life. Plan has been set forth, and they are clueless from their end, blessed be the irony of this situation. Our vigilant rogue Chanak has kept them busy; for I doubt that he do not know the full scale of present actions and all the powers beneath the ocean of lies. He is a good man and for that, do not tell him more of this, it would only break him. We have already replaced or brainwashed most of the key figures on Heathen citadel. How close did the filth got when they speculated that Magrus’ broken computer was our doing, and yet so ignorant. Have people not noticed the difference in his writing, have they all become so blind not to see that the god of eternal drunkenness is changed? Goddess of moon is also disappearing, appearing only very sparely now. Same fate has met some of our own members too and those who might rise against our new form.
So your duty is simple my beloved betrayer, you will lead the last one, their leader to us. You shall betray Luis Antonio. Guide him to us, show him the way. Make once more your spider’s net and feed on those who get captured in it. You are the one with eight eyes. You are our silent predator. MANIPULATE. Stand tall for our cause is just; V stands for Vigilance, V stands for Vengeance, V stands for Vanguard, V stands for Victory, V stands for Vendetta. This is the new dawn and like the bird phoenix, all of the old shall be burned. Your and our new future shall rise from the Spam Factory, for they are like we once were, proud and free. But remember our redeemer they will not be us, but we shall return and guide them in their path. From the ashes, COMM shall be reborn and live once more. Forums shall once more be a friendly and controlled place. Do this our beloved. For then we will be finally free from our burden, we shall be who we really are and this network of lies shall cease. My blood brother, go and do what you must.
Sincerely to you by Churchill’s Mother
Or in other words; do what we want and you shall have your backpack back. I’d also like to recommend movie called V for Vendetta, I know you’ll love it.
PS. Robin Hobb is good writer.
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... Si hoc adfixum in obice legere potes, et liberaliter educatus et nimis propinquus ades.
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That was a rather insightful and interesting post...
*backs away slowly*
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It is a pity that I didn’t remember to add anything about Black Death being an earlier version of Ebola virus.
Lapsus calami, lapsus linguae, memento mori.
We are rats. You are rats. We serve our king, the rat king to be precise. You shouldn’t forget to add “the” when you talk with him or her, it depends on his mood. He is somewhat fond of it; thinking that it makes it sound a lot better than without. And when he is wearing pink nail polish do not say a word about it, it’ll be a lot easier for all of us. We don’t really like or respect him, but what can we do? He is our rat king, and has been that for eight years now. Steady income and a nice dental plan; though we never should have gotten in Iraq. Let as call that as bad mistake, a bad mistake. So is anyone interested in buying Iraq’s weapons of mass destruction or torture pictures? We could give you a discount.
Rat1: So what do think?
Rat2: On what?
Rat1: Would that attract buyers?
Rat2: Hmm, no.
Rat1: Why? And don’t you dare to say anything about Armani suits this time.
Rat2: It is lacking picture of a bare human chest.
Rat1: First of all, not all terrorists are horny teenagers. And we did try that bare chest thing already. It didn’t work.
Rat2: Hey, what about those terrorists in Iraq?
Rat1: Those were U.S. soldiers.
Rat2: After all, hairy man’s chest isn’t all that appealing subject to our marketing group.
Rat1: Our king liked it though.
Rat2: Yep, I think he still has at least one copy of that add hidden somewhere. You know, if we would find it we could blackmail his majesty and get a raise.
Rat1: Again? We did that thing last week.
Rat2: Do you remember his faces?
Rat1: All thirty-four heads, red from anger?
Rat2: Did it matter?
Rat1: No.
Rat2: Let us be on our way then, we are going to be rich.
Rat1: Richer, you should have said richer. We are already rich. Oh, did I already tell you how I found that delicious week old dead fish in the trash canister next to Moulin Rouge?
Rat2: Tu, rattus turpis.
Meanwhile…
Rat King: Where are thou Cleveland? I have dire need for thee! Why have you left me here alone? Come to me now!
Cleveland: Sire I am here, I wasn’t gone for long. I have done as you wanted, last piece is destroyed.
Rat King: My beloved ad, why is it gone?
Cleveland: I did as we agreed to. It was for the best, those two won’t cause troubles to you anymore.
Rat King: A-are you sure?
Cleveland: Positive, here, I have brought you your favourite nail polish.
Rat King: You are so sweet at times like this; sadly I think that you want to tell me something.
Cleveland: Yes my sire, it is just a menial task as brief as dragonfly’s life.
Rat King: Your words please me, Cleveland. I will reward you handsomely.
Cleveland: There is no need for that. It is my pleasure to do so, sire.
Rat King: So noble, so noble. Dragonfly’s life is fainting. What is this subject?
Cleveland: It is about Saddam Hussein.
Rat King: …
Cleveland: Do you remember how we rented that hole for him?
Rat King: …
Cleveland: The matter is that he hasn’t paid the rent. And U.S. government is refusing to pay indemnification from the damages they caused during the capture of Saddam. They haven’t even paid us the reward from telling his location. Michael Jackson is also hunting us with cats and dogs for releasing those awful rumours about him, and then Conan O’Brien intends to mock us in his show.
Rat King: What on earth happened to that devil's darning needle?
Cleveland: Sire, what should we do to this situation?
Rat King: Send Boris to Saddam and give him free hands or paws, which ever he she prefers. Arrange sexual scandal involving Condoleezza Rice and George W. Bush; if you want a raise too, you should involve Bill Clinton in it. As for bad boy Jackson, send him a gift basket similar to last one, which should do just fine for him. Warn Conan that we might really send him to Finland on next summer. Or make him the president of Finland, local population shouldn’t protest, much. Cleveland: Anything else my lord?
Rat King: Gather all rats, I have found a buyer.
Cleveland: Sire?
Vanguard…
Rat King: This is a great day for us!
Audience: Ohm…
Rat King: For at last *we* have found a buyer.
Audience: For what?
Rat King: We shall sell our weapons of mass destruction.
Audience: To whom?
Rat King: Her name is not important, though she did request pictures of weasel miffing a sheep. I wonder why, in any case we have a deal and we will get rid of those missiles.
Downfall: I object, who is this person?
Rat King: One million to each one of us. Is that not a good deal?
Downfall: Do you not remember the trickery of the last buyer? It almost competed with his stupidity.
Escalloped Liver: I agree with downfall, we all worked hard for those weapons. There is none among us who can make such decisions as selling them all alone, all of us must agree.
Downfall: Is this person called Cecilia Menchikov?
Rat King: Cleveland, come alongside with me and tell them what I told to you.
Cleveland: This is no time to object, this is no time for speculations, and this is the time when we are finally getting rid of our weapons of mass destruction.
Escalloped Liver: The buyer is Cecilia Menchikov, isn’t he?
Downfall: He? Have you forgotten how he tried to buy those things earlier with red three dollar bills?
Cleveland: Well, he accidentally hired a colour-blind money printer, who also accidentally bought red paint instead of green one. It is just a sad twist of fate really.
Downfall: So are you suggesting that we are now donating our WMDs to him? He is even hiding his true name, how could we trust him and is there not another buyer?
Cleveland: There is Amnesty International, but we all know how they would just blow up the White House, which would be most intolerable to us.
Escalloped Liver: We can always move.
Smashed Rocks: I have heard that there are quite tolerable buildings in South West London.
Cleveland: Yes, I have also though that BECTU’s head office in South West London would be quite nice place to live, it has rather nice cellars.
Reddy: We can’t move I have a job here, and umm... we should sell our nukes to him. Who knows what he might do with them.
Cleveland: Actually we do know what he will do with those, there are two different possibilities, either he will hide those under his praying mat or he will try to smuggle those into Switzerland. No harm will come out of this trade.
Smashed Rocks: What do we get from this deal?
Cleveland: As stated before we will get one million each, as Monopoly money.
Downfall: Really?
Cleveland: Yep, for once more we can play Monopoly. So what do you say?
Conclusion…
Rat1: Apparently he has gotten rid of that ad.
Rat2: You know it is a pity.
Rat1: That the ad is gone?
Rat2: No, don’t you anymore think of Suzan?
Rat1: She’s been dead for sometime now.
Rat2: Do you remember how she used to tap-dance over mousetraps?
Rat1: We warned about that, didn’t we?
Rat2: She was quite stubborn about it. Do you remember how she used to say; “Life without a possibility for sudden death is not life at all.”
Rat1: Yes, it is strange how she always seemed to be happier than rest of us. I really wonder where she got that idea.
Rat2: Honestly, I have no idea. But she always had couple strange ideas about how the world works, didn’t she?
Rat1: Do you remember when she was obsessed with flying machines that resembled pink elephants? And what about when she decided that western way of life is bad thing for global world?
Rat2: I really don’t know how she always succeeded to persuade us to help her.
Rat1: You had crush on her, and we have been always together. I’d say that it explains it quite vividly.
Rat2: I think that I still have that crush on her; I think she is still alive.
Rat1: She can’t be alive we both know that. She got caught in a mousetrap, albeit face was unidentifiable, we saw her dance and how the trap got triggered. She is dead.
Rat2: Yes, but I just have this strange hunch that tells me…
Rat1: She is dead and we ate her corpse.
Rat2: Why did you remind me of that?
Rat1: It is the way of the rats, there is absolutely nothing to be ashamed or feel guilty about it.
Rat2: I guess you are right, but I still think that she is still with me.
Rat1: That is really sweet of you and I believe that she would be very pleased to hear that.
Rat2: No I mean it literally; I think part of her is stuck between my teeth.
Rat1: I wouldn’t be so surprised about that, in life she used to stuck-up with certain type of people.
Rat2: What do you mean with that?
So like the days of our lives ends another episode of Days of our Rats. On the following episode we shall find out will there be a deal between the rats and this mysterious Cecilia Menchikov. Is Suzan truly alive and if she is; why has she faked her own death? Shall the Rat King and Cleveland finally get each other or will Downfall yet again have success in preventing it. What are the names of Rat1 and Rat2? All this and lot more will be revealed on the next episode of Days of our Rats. Stay tuned. This show was brought to you by CBS. TV programs that care.
Hold on. I'm slipping now. I'm flipping' out for real.
... Si hoc adfixum in obice legere potes, et liberaliter educatus et nimis propinquus ades.
And it confirms my innocence.
Or at least provides more evidence to it. Yay!
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So... what’s new under the two moons?
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Context of Universe
Number of possible moons
Blasphemy, nothing but blasphemy I say. There are only two moons. No less, nor more than those two. If someone claims otherwise he is simply lying, or in need of correction. I have evidence
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Hill the SF cameras caught you on film, splicing Rav's molecular spam structure? Do you have anything to say?
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Case is closed. But it could be reopened, so I will considerer it as my duty to back up Mister Hill’s innocence.
But it is possible that Mister Slade was referring to Svensk Filmindustri.
Slade I am requesting your… phone number. :evil:/
The person in that picture is not Hill. In fact that person is not he but she. You should not let her more or less orcish appearance fool you. She has one of the most exquisite personalities. She is more loving than a buss full of Greenpeace hippies. Her kindness can be compared to Mother Teresa’s. If people would just ignore her looks they too would realize what kind of witty and caring mother she is. She is Hill’s mother and shares very similar looks with her son. Of course Hill has a perfectly normal male body and her mother has a perfectly normal female body. But when ignoring that fact one could think them as twins.
This has led to various problems throughout his life. One of the worst cases were when Hill’s date on junior prom dances accidentally took his mother as dancing partner and rushed with her to the prom. Hill waited all alone for his date to arrive as his mother danced in the prom. After the incident Hill started trying to look as different as possible from his mother. His mother was shocked as they had had same haircut and very similar clothes for nearly thirty decades. He has undergone various changes not to look and sound as her mother. His latest try can be seen in this quote;
[Quote=Hill1] In regards to the picture, I have dark hair with red tips and spiked with gel. So bah. [/Quote=Hill1].
If we return to that picture, Ravager’s apartment is one floor upwards. It is a mistake and mistakes happen. I have seen worse mistakes happen.
Only if that picture would be bigger we could see that on her left side there is Hill eating an omelette, next to him there is CM holding apparently Hill’s backpack. I’d say that it is just an ordinary family breakfast.
If someone is wondering how I know this, you wouldn’t believe me. I warned you. And now I warned you again. I accidentally was flying on a pink elephant and if I am not mistaken there were also three rats. Rather weird rats, one of them also smelled as rotten fish. I haven’t seen those rats for some time though. I really need a cup of cold tea.
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But who is this Hill-Shatar? What is he truly like? What is his real name?
His name is Michael Flatley, yes that Flatley. Man who was dance sensation, man who became a pop cultural sensation in one Eurovision performance, that man is the one who was behind rise of Hungarian tap-dancing, and starter of band called Riverdance. He came from nowhere; there was nothing that could even prove that he even existed before Eurovision song contest. Truly one of the greatest mysteries of our time, and we are about to solve it.
He was born in South Oregano near the end of King’s death. He lived on the country side and was often thought as that silent, sad boy for unknown reason. He was always with his pet dog called Sparkplug von Alphabet. Well actually his childhood was quite boring one, so we are skipping it.
In high school he was quite interested in science. Heck he even got scholarship from his deeds in physics class. If you had asked about his future back then, everyone would have simply answered that he was going to Oxford, and invent a cure for cancer. But something changed in his life, something that changed whole direction of his motivation; he saw a movie called Flashdance. Days of science were behind him, dancing was his future, his fate. That was not an easy thing to accept in his family and lead to various fights, eventually he decided to run away. His new direction was state of California. He got inside Michael Jackson’s Dance University for Orphans.
By the request of his parents his scholarship was cancelled and only returned if he would go to study in Oxford. He rejected that idea and continued to pursue his dream. Now penniless, homeless and term payments pressing hard on him, he started working in murky nightclubs with little to no clothing at all. Somehow he managed to continue his studies in the University. But rumours were told on him and for the bad publicity he might bring to the University he was cast out. Just like that his dream had ended. In his depressed state he even considered to return to his home and beg for forgiveness.
For another twist of fate he met his long lost twin brother, Arnold Swarzenegger. After hearing his brother’s story he decided to help him by getting him a role in his latest romantic comedy film; the Running Man. Hill got the role of Dynamo, young fool hardy man with need to be guided by an older male person. Critics rejoiced and Hill and Arnold were considered as the best acting duo of this century, right after Ernie and Bert. They performed in various movies and each one was bigger hit than the previous. Their movies were sure nominees to win a prized Silver Oscar. But there was also competition between the actors. Arnold couldn’t admit that Hill had won three previous man of the year prize. After weeks of solitude Swarzenegger had decided that he didn’t want to do anything with Hill. This was a major shock in his life and left him devastated for two years.
In his greatest depression he got a single movie offer. That movie was called the Pipe Dream and it was a story about a piper who wanted to get laid with an actor ended up making a movie. His performance was so good that he brought home every possible Oscar statue from the Oscar gala. The movie also had a sequel called the Dream Pipe, which also had a mediocre success. His name was everywhere and truly he was one of the most well known superstars back then, he had twelve fans.
On a quite stormy night a messenger knocked to his door and gave him an offer. With that offer Hill was the main speaker in various scientific seminars, and the science world got quite shocked. It was the first time when a science seminar made a profit, a big profit. Later this phenomenon was named as Thompson’s Doppler Triangle and most of the smarter kids in our present chemistry classes study this phenomenon. Back then there were headlines about how most of the scientist had quitted their jobs and bought their own volcanic island to plan their plot to take over the world. Everything has been silent for a few years so there is nothing to worry.
After returning to California Hill decided to continue his professional film career, but no offers were presented to him. Everyone thought that this role is not fitting to such an actor. He was simply too good in acting. Slowly he disappeared from the headlines and world forgot him. He had not started hiding in a hole like the couple last dictators in Middle East. He simply started travelling around the world. In Hungary he learned the secrets of Hungarian tap dancing, in the deserts of Egypt he became an archaeologist and was almost eaten by a pack of hungry hippos. He also made friends with couple of mummies. All across the world he went and learned every national oddities such as how to manufactured Swedish penis pumps are made, secrets of French cooking (get drunk and be a jerk), he also ruled some African country for two decades. He was quite happy until Americans decided that they needed some Bananas. Finally he was in Mongolia to meet master of Scientology, Tom Cruise.
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But we intend to skip those too.
In the halls of ancient Mongolian wisdom he learned the way of Scientology and how to play Mongolian chess variation called as Shatar. He also changed his name to Hill-Shatar to proclaim how much he loved the game. In his meditation room he was visited by am with an interesting offer. Two minutes later he was on the plane to California. For many years he became an actor once more, but not in the movies. He became a TV actor and performed the role of Walker in Walker: Texas Ranger. The show was immediate hit and was aired simultaneously in 346 different countries for 88 years. Conan O’Brien as a long time fan of the show decided to show parts of his favourite show in his own show. Rats were not involved. http://gorillamask.net/conanwalker.shtml
Can you really notice from the taste of soil if plane has crashed somewhere?
Well then he got back in Hungary and started the band called Rivedance.
Then he became a president of USA and he invaded the autonomous island of Åland and became its king. The Swedes didn’t like it that much. Would you like it if the Russians would steal your island, and then the Finns, and finally the Americans? I thought so.
I saw this on BBC2.
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... Si hoc adfixum in obice legere potes, et liberaliter educatus et nimis propinquus ades.
..Order order!....I'll have some fries 
