A large snail with an armored shell comes zooming out of the toy section on a remote control car yelling "WHEEEEEEEE!!" It sounds as if his voice is coming from inside your head instead of outside of it.
Ahh!" All of the mouths and eyes recoil in surprise. *Also, glad to see you've returned, Paco!*
"Nobody has manners these days," the snail mutters. *glad to be back. caution tho I might leave randomly so watch out for that. I have school and other things.*
The snail stops the car and looks up at him slowly. He stares just a little longer than is comfortable at Flint. He then exclaims "Hello there! How does it fare with you?"
'Good, I guess, though I'm a little lost. Who are you?'
"You cannot be lost! You are right where you are! It's simple! I am Clarkson VIII! Son of Clarkson VII! Son of Clarkson VI! Son of Clarkson V! Son of Clarkson IV! Son of Clarkson III! Son of Clarkson II! Son of Clarkson I! And what might your name be?"
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Flint goes towards the bag and opens it. He takes a deep breath in, smelling the unmistakeable cheesy scent of doritos for the first time. 'They're safe for half-elves to eat, right?'
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A large snail with an armored shell comes zooming out of the toy section on a remote control car yelling "WHEEEEEEEE!!" It sounds as if his voice is coming from inside your head instead of outside of it.
Ahh!" All of the mouths and eyes recoil in surprise. *Also, glad to see you've returned, Paco!*
"Nobody has manners these days," the snail mutters.
"I am terribly sorry, it's just that a snail zooming by in a remote control car can be startling."
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Flint goes towards the bag and opens it. He takes a deep breath in, smelling the unmistakeable cheesy scent of doritos for the first time. 'They're safe for half-elves to eat, right?'
"I do not know. Most likely. Probably."
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A large snail with an armored shell comes zooming out of the toy section on a remote control car yelling "WHEEEEEEEE!!" It sounds as if his voice is coming from inside your head instead of outside of it.
Ahh!" All of the mouths and eyes recoil in surprise. *Also, glad to see you've returned, Paco!*
"Nobody has manners these days," the snail mutters. *glad to be back. caution tho I might leave randomly so watch out for that. I have school and other things.*
The snail stops the car and looks up at him slowly. He stares just a little longer than is comfortable at Flint. He then exclaims "Hello there! How does it fare with you?"
'Good, I guess, though I'm a little lost. Who are you?'
"You cannot be lost! You are right where you are! It's simple! I am Clarkson VIII! Son of Clarkson VII! Son of Clarkson VI! Son of Clarkson V! Son of Clarkson IV! Son of Clarkson III! Son of Clarkson II! Son of Clarkson I! And what might your name be?"
'The name's Flint.'
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Flint goes towards the bag and opens it. He takes a deep breath in, smelling the unmistakeable cheesy scent of doritos for the first time. 'They're safe for half-elves to eat, right?'
"I do not know. Most likely. Probably."
'Okay, here goes nothing then'
He eats a dorito, his eyes widening in joy. Then another. Then another. In the end, he tips the whole packet straight into his mouth, then grabs another
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Flint goes towards the bag and opens it. He takes a deep breath in, smelling the unmistakeable cheesy scent of doritos for the first time. 'They're safe for half-elves to eat, right?'
"I do not know. Most likely. Probably."
'Okay, here goes nothing then'
He eats a dorito, his eyes widening in joy. Then another. Then another. In the end, he tips the whole packet straight into his mouth, then grabs another
"You really like those, huh?
What have we done?
Let me have some! I love cheesey chips, because they're cheesy!"
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A large snail with an armored shell comes zooming out of the toy section on a remote control car yelling "WHEEEEEEEE!!" It sounds as if his voice is coming from inside your head instead of outside of it.
Ahh!" All of the mouths and eyes recoil in surprise. *Also, glad to see you've returned, Paco!*
"Nobody has manners these days," the snail mutters.
"I am terribly sorry, it's just that a snail zooming by in a remote control car can be startling."
"It is fine, my friend. I've just grown tired of the weird looks over the past few months. And what might your name be?
A large snail with an armored shell comes zooming out of the toy section on a remote control car yelling "WHEEEEEEEE!!" It sounds as if his voice is coming from inside your head instead of outside of it.
Ahh!" All of the mouths and eyes recoil in surprise. *Also, glad to see you've returned, Paco!*
"Nobody has manners these days," the snail mutters. *glad to be back. caution tho I might leave randomly so watch out for that. I have school and other things.*
The snail stops the car and looks up at him slowly. He stares just a little longer than is comfortable at Flint. He then exclaims "Hello there! How does it fare with you?"
'Good, I guess, though I'm a little lost. Who are you?'
"You cannot be lost! You are right where you are! It's simple! I am Clarkson VIII! Son of Clarkson VII! Son of Clarkson VI! Son of Clarkson V! Son of Clarkson IV! Son of Clarkson III! Son of Clarkson II! Son of Clarkson I! And what might your name be?"
'The name's Flint.'
"Interesting name. Where do you come from?"
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A large snail with an armored shell comes zooming out of the toy section on a remote control car yelling "WHEEEEEEEE!!" It sounds as if his voice is coming from inside your head instead of outside of it.
Ahh!" All of the mouths and eyes recoil in surprise. *Also, glad to see you've returned, Paco!*
"Nobody has manners these days," the snail mutters.
"I am terribly sorry, it's just that a snail zooming by in a remote control car can be startling."
"It is fine, my friend. I've just grown tired of the weird looks over the past few months. And what might your name be?
"I have many titles. The Endless Maws, The Lord of Space and Time, but you can just call me Gibber."
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'What are doritos?'
*oh no Flint + Doritos is gonna be chaos*
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*SOUND THE ALARMS*
"Cheesy chips, with a variety of flavors. There's a bag over there." It leans it's body towards a bag.
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"Nobody has manners these days," the snail mutters. *glad to be back. caution tho I might leave randomly so watch out for that. I have school and other things.*
"You cannot be lost! You are right where you are! It's simple! I am Clarkson VIII! Son of Clarkson VII! Son of Clarkson VI! Son of Clarkson V! Son of Clarkson IV! Son of Clarkson III! Son of Clarkson II! Son of Clarkson I! And what might your name be?"
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Flint goes towards the bag and opens it. He takes a deep breath in, smelling the unmistakeable cheesy scent of doritos for the first time. 'They're safe for half-elves to eat, right?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"I am terribly sorry, it's just that a snail zooming by in a remote control car can be startling."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
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"I do not know. Most likely. Probably."
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'The name's Flint.'
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'Okay, here goes nothing then'
He eats a dorito, his eyes widening in joy. Then another. Then another. In the end, he tips the whole packet straight into his mouth, then grabs another
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"You really like those, huh?
What have we done?
Let me have some! I love cheesey chips, because they're cheesy!"
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
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'Mind. Blown.'
Flint tosses a handful of doritos at the gibbering mouther. He has enough to share- he's grabbed 5 bags of them
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"It is fine, my friend. I've just grown tired of the weird looks over the past few months. And what might your name be?
"Interesting name. Where do you come from?"
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The mouths quickly grab them and practically tear them apart.
"I just hope it's still at least somewhat intact. (He chuckles)
CHEESE.
Yummy yumzers!
Nom nom nom!
Hey, don't talk with your mouth full."
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'The sewers. But not the ones in this world, the ones under the YonStore, wherever that is'
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"I have many titles. The Endless Maws, The Lord of Space and Time, but you can just call me Gibber."
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"I will do that then Gibber. What are these 'Doritos' I am hearing about?"
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"How interesting. Strange name for a store."
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'They are pure perfect amazingness condensed in triangle form'
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Am I allowed to put a character from one of my campaigns into this?
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
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'No stranger than Walmart'
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"Really? I must try some then!"
"That is true."
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