Subject: I don't know how you did that
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Posted on: 2013-12-24 20:59:00 UTC
Since mixing alcohol and Bleeproducts tends to create some pretty nifty explosions.
-Hands out gingerbread cookies, has no idea whether that's a Christmas thing or not-
Have some lemming repellent, all! I expect a lot of badfic to be festering in the depths of the Circle what with the new Hobbit movie and the Doctor regenerating and all. Tread lightly!
Have a small-scale model of a FTL: Faster Than Light Zoltan Cruiser!
Zoltan crew members not included.
Have some amaretti cookies!
Merry Christmas!
For everyone, a choice of either Delibird, Jynx, or Lapras!
That last one was supposed to read: Kαλὴν Χριστούγεννην!
((Sorry for not posting for months, I fried my computer. I've got a new one now, thankfully. I think the moral of the story here is never to let Spotty around your electronics.))
Merry Christmas! Happy holidays! Whatever you celebrate, I hope you had/are having a great one!
To all of you, I give...
-A cup of eggnog infused with Bleepka
-A copy of Detective Comics no. 27
-A rocket-powered sled
Enjoy!
Or, as the English might say it: "Merry Christmas, Harry!"
Merry Christmas from the Eternal City!
Are you Italian, or are you just in Rome for Christmas?
They allow Christmas wishes to everyone, but bans Muslim participation to any religious activities surround it. Luckily gift-giving is secular. So Merry Christmas, and everyone gets some virtual Kuih Batang Buruk! It's crunchy and tasty!
http://ms.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kuihbatangburuk
WOOO it's Christmas. To all I merely offer goodwill and happiness (and a virtual goat in Africa)
cos someone has to be that guy
Storme Hawk
To all, I offer the Fire of Friendship, fueled by our love and tolerance of one another. As long as it burns, we will not drift apart.
And, for those who wish for more tangible gifts, I give the finest Nordic mead from Skyrim, for those who can drink, and bottles of the best darned cream soda one can find for those who cannot!
I give to you Aylamantium! A metal of canon named after a protagonist of an author who can spend several hundred words describing food and whose total works out-word the entire Harry Potter series several times over!
Forge it into a sword and hunt some Sues! Smelt it into a suit of armor totally-not-ripped-off-Tony-Stark! Get a crane and drop it on people! Sell it back to Ayla at Whateley Academy for massive amounts of money!
My time is coming. There is no canon cabal.
You each get a suit of Terminator Armor modified for humans!
The Emperor is getting tired of me imitating Trazyn the Infinite.
And that is what I'm doing to bring to you people the wargear of 40k.
http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/TrazyntheInfinite
The Emperor Protects!
More like I'm imitating the BLUHD REVENS.
http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Blood_ravens
The Emperor Protects!
I give to all a selection of Victorian-era hats, because period clothing is just that awesome.
-Aila
...a vial of concentrated authenticity, to enhance the quality of your hats. Use it wisely.
Have some suspicious mushrooms I found while searching the movie!Hobbit verse :)
But what to get?
Aha! A barrel of Bleepnog!
By mixing up a standard batch of eggnog, laced with both brandy and Bleeprin, I've got a festive treat to warm you up and make you forget about everything except the holiday season. It's a Christmas miracle!
Enjoy! =]
Since mixing alcohol and Bleeproducts tends to create some pretty nifty explosions.
-Hands out gingerbread cookies, has no idea whether that's a Christmas thing or not-
In creating this Yuletide amnestic, I learned about many things. In particular, I learned that eyebrows are not necessarily a permanent feature of the face, and that if your shiny plastic red nose starts to melt, then boy howdy, you will not have a fun time for the ten minutes you're stuck trying to gouge bits of it out of your flesh.
And now that you've got the image of a moderately charred screaming clown stuck in your brain, why not take the edge off with some delicious Bleepnog?
Considering I read C*l*br**n (made the mistake of following a link while I was a newbie) and missioned TSAB DOWNFALL, I don't think a charred clown will do much.
That said, may I offer you a cup of Bleeptea, brewed from the very best Stygian Tea there is?
I completely understand your position, but better safe than sorry. By safe, of course, I mean "doped up with a chemical admixture of uncertain and shadowy provenance," and by sorry I mean "in the grip of fiction-induced screaming terror."
A nice cup of tea would definitely go some way to alleviating that. A nice cup of tea is my answer to everything that cannot be answered with the suitable application of high explosives (thanks, Mr. Hughes). Especially when laced with good old Bleeprin.
What were we talking about?
Have a plastic replica of a knife, everybody! *runs around throwing hard Bleepolate candies into the air* Happy Christmas!
~Autumn
...the enchanted plutonium hoe with which I grew the radish.