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Posted: 07 Sep 2005, 18:04
by Android raptor
*notices that some Trents are getting high on glue* HEY!!!!!! STOP IT!!!!!!! Bad clones!!!!
Posted: 07 Sep 2005, 23:49
by Tyrannis
*walks over to a trent clone* I like you here's some vodka *walks over to another one* Here's a Marijuana plant for you *walks over to a third* I got a marker, sniffy sniffy.
Posted: 08 Sep 2005, 11:24
by beeurd
Pssh. let me handle this.
*faces the trent clones and waves hand slightly while speaking*
You want to go home and rethink your life.
Trents: We want to go home and rethink our life.
*all the trents turn and jump into AR's pocket. But they all get stuck because they went in at the same time - now AR has 100 pairs of legs sticking out of her pocket*
Oh crap. Well, at least there is more room on the bus!
Posted: 08 Sep 2005, 19:49
by Android raptor
0.0, but can't I let just one out? Pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaase?
Posted: 09 Sep 2005, 17:59
by maesterkilik
just one but he has to get along with vin diesel
Posted: 09 Sep 2005, 20:08
by Android raptor
Okay!!!!!!! /smile.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":)" border="0" alt="smile.gif" /> /smile.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":)" border="0" alt="smile.gif" /> /smile.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":)" border="0" alt="smile.gif" /> *lets out one Trent*
Posted: 10 Sep 2005, 01:21
by Tyrannis
Can I corrupt both of them?
Posted: 10 Sep 2005, 10:41
by TyrannosaurusMatt
Yes please, I would like some entertainment!
Posted: 10 Sep 2005, 19:37
by Dr.A
Karaoke time. *in a scene exactly like casablanca, the Germans sing the Nazi National anthem but are overpowered by thre French*
Allons enfants de la patrie,
Le jour de gloire est arriv
Contre nous de la tyrannie
L'tendard sanglant est lev
Entendez vous dans les campagnes,
Mugir ces froces soldats?
Ils viennent jusque dans nos bras
Egorger nos fils, nos compagnes!
Aux armes, citoyens!
Formez vos bataillons!
Marchons! Marchons!
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons!
Amour sacr de la patrie,
Conduis, soutiens nos bras vengeurs!
Libert, Libert cherie,
Combats avec tes defenseurs!
Sous nos drapeaux, que la victoire
Accoure tes males accents!
Que tes ennemis expirants
Voient ton triomphe et notre gloire!
Aux armes, citoyens!
Formez vos bataillons!
Marchons! Marchons!
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons!
Nous entrerons dans la carrire
Quand nos ains n'y seront plus;
Nous y trouverons leur poussire
Et la trace de leurs vertus.
Bien moins jaloux de leur survivre
Que de partager leur cercueil,
Nous aurons le sublime orgueil
De les venger ou de les suivre!
Aux armes, citoyens!
Formez vos bataillons!
Marchons! Marchons!
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons!
Posted: 11 Sep 2005, 02:05
by Tyrannis
Hey Vin, Trent clone number 167,984,284 come here guys wanna play some video games?