[King Arthur music]
[music stops] WAR WAGON:
Aaaagh!
[King Arthur music]
[music stops] WAR WAGON:
Aaagh! GREEN KNIGHT:
Ooh!
[King Arthur music]
[music stops]
[stab] WAR WAGON:
Aagh! GREEN KNIGHT:
Oh!
[King Arthur music]
Ooh! Uuh.
[music stops] WAR WAGON:
Aaaagh!
[clang] WAR WAGON and GREEN KNIGHT:
Agh!, oh!, etc. GREEN KNIGHT:
Aaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaah!
[woosh]
[WAR WAGON kills GREEN KNIGHT]
[thud]
[scrape] WAR WAGON:
Umm!
[clop clop clop] T1B:
You fight with the strength of many men, Sir Knight.
[pause]
I am T1B, King of the message boards.
[pause]
I seek the finest and the bravest knights in the land to join me in my court at Camelot.
[pause]
You have proved yourself worthy. Will you join me?
[pause]
You make me sad. So be it. Come, Patsy. WAR WAGON:
None shall pass. T1B:
What? WAR WAGON:
None shall pass. T1B:
I have no quarrel with you, good Sir Knight, but I must cross this bridge. WAR WAGON:
Then you shall die. T1B:
I command you, as King of the message boards, to stand aside! WAR WAGON:
I move for no man. T1B:
So be it! T1B and WAR WAGON:
Aaah!, hiyaah!, etc.
[T1B chops WAR WAGON's left arm off] T1B:
Now stand aside, worthy adversary. WAR WAGON:
'Tis but a scratch. T1B:
A scratch? Your arm's off! WAR WAGON:
No, it isn't. T1B:
Well, what's that, then? WAR WAGON:
I've had worse. T1B:
You liar! WAR WAGON:
Come on, you pansy!
[clang]
Huyah!
[clang]
Hiyaah!
[clang]
Aaaaaaaah!
[T1B chops WAR WAGON's right arm off] T1B:
Victory is mine!
[kneeling]
We thank Thee Lord, that in Thy mer-- WAR WAGON:
Hah!
[kick]
Come on, then. T1B:
What? WAR WAGON:
Have at you!
[kick] T1B:
Eh. You are indeed brave, Sir Knight, but the fight is mine. WAR WAGON:
Oh, had enough, eh? T1B:
Look, you stupid bastard. You've got no arms left. WAR WAGON:
Yes, I have. T1B:
Look! WAR WAGON:
Just a flesh wound.
[kick] T1B:
Look, stop that. WAR WAGON:
Chicken!
[kick]
Chickennn! T1B:
Look, I'll have your leg.
[kick]
Right!
[whop]
[T1B chops WAR WAGON's right leg off] WAR WAGON:
Right. I'll do you for that! T1B:
You'll what? WAR WAGON:
Come here! T1B:
What are you going to do, bleed on me? WAR WAGON:
I'm invincible! T1B:
You're a looney. WAR WAGON:
War Wagon always triumphs! Have at you! Come on, then.
[whop]
[T1B chops WAR WAGON's last leg off] WAR WAGON:
Oh? All right, we'll call it a draw. T1B:
Come, Patsy. WAR WAGON:
Oh. Oh, I see. Running away, eh? You yellow bastards! Come back here and take what's coming to you. I'll bite your legs off!
Joe in PB wrote:
Yeah I'm the dumbass
schmick, speaking about Larry Nassar's pubescent and prepubescent victims wrote:
They couldn't even kick that doctors ass
Seems they rather just lay there, get fucked and play victim
War Wagon wrote:Where did you enter into the equation in this thread?
That's right, you didn't.
Oh, and Goobs...that was funny. Nice effort.
It's not a draw, though, and still NONE! shall pass.
Define irony... a poster racking another poster for Monty Python's Black Knight bit and in the same post dismissing the very person who was first to hack off a limb.