Bulldrek v3.0

I just saw people using the Bible as a diet aid.

I wanna kill something and I really don't care what it is.

Cazmonster rewires a random orbit sander and seven rubber chickens into a weapon outlawed by the Geneva Convention.

Lets Rock!

As a diet aid how?

To add to that: why?

And of course: who?

*Attacks Caz with a bible that has been annotated with recipies and exercise suggestions.*

Here are two diets from the Bible:
1) Subsist on locusts and honey in the wilderness
2) Go out into the desert and starve if God does not rein down manna

In other news, the fucking cavemen from the Geiko commercials are getting their own television show. I want to kill something.

Kicks Cash in the fork.

I'm killing your unborn children.

*wave shis hand in dismissal*

Pfft. I do that everyday in the shower.

The shower? Seriously? Eww.
*Tosses a rabid woodchuck at AH*

Would you prefer while at some place like the pet store?

*shoots the rabid woodchuck with The Duplicator. Many times.*

I would think *before* the shower, in the bathroom, or in your own room.

The world is my room!

Ok. maybe not...

if the world was your bedroom, where would your bathroom even be? do you just crap in the corner? but the world doesn't have corners. which part's the computer desk? which part best represents the old dried stain that won't come out?

while distracting Cash with inane questions Tryyng slowly drips a trail of honey towards a fireant colony. Pre-revenge is a dish best served... anty? Wait, what's my honey dripper? awww, man. Time to go for a checkup...

Cazmonster threatens Cash and Ancient with the engine block of a Mobmaster. The trail of dead corpsec guys and riggers behind him show just how hard Cazmonster worked to get this particular engine block just to use as a heavy threatening object.

Take the woodchucks and get to the killing. I'd prefer we start with the next Republican Debate but that fucker Donahue will do fine as well.

The cyberfreak decapitates a red samurai that looked to be trying to get the jump on him.

I really, really love killing Renraku guys. Can we go find Deus and kick his ass?

Ok...onto the killing.

*sics the duplicated woodchucks on Caz*

Caz and an engine block vs duplicated, rabid woodchucks. Betting is now open!

A surprised cyberfreak disappears under several dozen tons of rabid woodchuck. Titanic squelching sounds can be heard from a growing mountain of crazed oversized rodent.

I hate you Cash.

I'll wager all the tea in my apartment on Caz.

Runs off to impersonate Tryyings doctor.
*later*
I'm afraid it will have to be removed and replaced with a part of equal or lesser value from dealer stock.

after having traveled for a full day the fireants find cash. and burst into flame.

What? I made some modifications.

...waitasec...

beats Moto42 mercilessly with his turkey baster replacement for misspelling his name

Copy and paste, bitch! Marinate in my wrath!

*runs past Tryyng being chased by a horde of flaming ants*

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

GAAH His spicy lemon and garlic wrath burns! Why does it burn!?

Cazmonster vents his primary exhaust system through his mouth, the fusion-hot vaporized gas cuts through the woodchucks like a laser though a Tasty Human. The stream intersects the trail of flaming ants with spectacular, albeit predictable results. A truly epic detonation not unlike a Fuel Air Explosive using the Exxon Valdez as the fuel obliterates everything within a seventeen mile radius.

Bulldrekkers, of course, survive in their own special way.

Um... Tryyng, buddy, you're not supposed to do that with a turkey baster anymore. The Geneva Convention clearly stipulates... eww. That is so not right.

The cyberfreak unlimbers a .50 BMG and heads off toward the east coast.

I hear we can find Coulter out thisaway. I say we get to it.