Lancet Jades
11-06-2005, 05:27 PM
Lancet Jades: To Hades with ye!
Mister Maloo: That place is so over rated
Lancet Jades: well tough
Lancet Jades: its the only choice for the mandatory company vacation
Mister Maloo: Then I suppose I just won't go on vacation
Lancet Jades: but its mandatory
Mister Maloo: Even for the Vice President of Processing?
Lancet Jades: well, no, but I just demoted you to the mail room
Mister Maloo: What? Oh I've made a few enemies there.
Lancet Jades: well, thats just too bad
Lancet Jades: after all, you ARE so deeply involved in that 'oil for sky blue tank top shirts' scandal thats been so prevalent in the media the past year
Mister Maloo: Don't remind me, sir.
Lancet Jades: you're just lucky the ducks didnt find you swimming in their jello pool
Mister Maloo: That, I don't even remember
Lancet Jades: you did it after getting high off of roach spray fumes
Mister Maloo: That was cricket spray! Oh whoops.
Lancet Jades: nah
Lancet Jades: it was rat spray
Lancet Jades: but we have roaches
Lancet Jades: stupid idiots at the top
Mister Maloo: Give 'em a canker sore for me
Lancet Jades: you, sir, are a buffoon!
Mister Maloo: I disagree
Mister Maloo: In fact, I plead insanity
Lancet Jades: plea denied
Lancet Jades: I sentence you to 35000 years of being Big Sal's cell bitch
Mister Maloo: Fuck that! *Takes the president hostage*
Lancet Jades: thats not the president, its a mutated, radioactive pygmy sloth
Mister Maloo: The only one of it's kind?
Lancet Jades: nah
Lancet Jades: there's 1000 more in government science labsd
Lancet Jades: labs*
Mister Maloo: Bah. It's worthless! *Breaks window with it and escapes*
Lancet Jades: you're in the middle of a parking lot
Lancet Jades: with 600 federal marshals with high-powered rifles surrounding you on all side
Mister Maloo: You can't shoot a DPC employee! It's against Directive 4!
Lancet Jades: first, you arent a DPC employee, and second, Directive 4 states "Ye shall being me two of every animal"
Mister Maloo: Fine, I'll just use my spontaneous satanic fire power to ignite all of you.
Lancet Jades: nah, Satan withdrew the power he gave you after you missed that loan payment
Mister Maloo: The whole world is against me!
Lancet Jades: actually, no, Uruguay supports you, but we just finished nuking it into non-existence
Mister Maloo: And who are you, exactly?
Lancet Jades: I am....MADISON SQUARE AVENUE JR.!
Mister Maloo: Well I have news for you. I killed your father!
Lancet Jades: no, my father is alive still
Lancet Jades: it was my pot-bellied pig, my NAMESAKE, you killed!
Mister Maloo: Oh so that's why he was so delicious.
Lancet Jades: no, thats was because I fed him cheese
Mister Maloo: Le gasp! I am lactose intolerant!
Lancet Jades: thou shalt perish of your own wrongs, foul knave!
Mister Maloo: Knave? I resent that. And you. In fact, I'm disappearing into this manhole to form my own race of punk anarchist mutants.
Lancet Jades: someone already did that
Lancet Jades: but they ended up getting dumb due to too much inbreeding
Lancet Jades: in fact, it was pretty much just the guy fornicating himself with an old rusty pole
Mister Maloo: That's crazy talk. You're just paranoid.
Mister Maloo: That place is so over rated
Lancet Jades: well tough
Lancet Jades: its the only choice for the mandatory company vacation
Mister Maloo: Then I suppose I just won't go on vacation
Lancet Jades: but its mandatory
Mister Maloo: Even for the Vice President of Processing?
Lancet Jades: well, no, but I just demoted you to the mail room
Mister Maloo: What? Oh I've made a few enemies there.
Lancet Jades: well, thats just too bad
Lancet Jades: after all, you ARE so deeply involved in that 'oil for sky blue tank top shirts' scandal thats been so prevalent in the media the past year
Mister Maloo: Don't remind me, sir.
Lancet Jades: you're just lucky the ducks didnt find you swimming in their jello pool
Mister Maloo: That, I don't even remember
Lancet Jades: you did it after getting high off of roach spray fumes
Mister Maloo: That was cricket spray! Oh whoops.
Lancet Jades: nah
Lancet Jades: it was rat spray
Lancet Jades: but we have roaches
Lancet Jades: stupid idiots at the top
Mister Maloo: Give 'em a canker sore for me
Lancet Jades: you, sir, are a buffoon!
Mister Maloo: I disagree
Mister Maloo: In fact, I plead insanity
Lancet Jades: plea denied
Lancet Jades: I sentence you to 35000 years of being Big Sal's cell bitch
Mister Maloo: Fuck that! *Takes the president hostage*
Lancet Jades: thats not the president, its a mutated, radioactive pygmy sloth
Mister Maloo: The only one of it's kind?
Lancet Jades: nah
Lancet Jades: there's 1000 more in government science labsd
Lancet Jades: labs*
Mister Maloo: Bah. It's worthless! *Breaks window with it and escapes*
Lancet Jades: you're in the middle of a parking lot
Lancet Jades: with 600 federal marshals with high-powered rifles surrounding you on all side
Mister Maloo: You can't shoot a DPC employee! It's against Directive 4!
Lancet Jades: first, you arent a DPC employee, and second, Directive 4 states "Ye shall being me two of every animal"
Mister Maloo: Fine, I'll just use my spontaneous satanic fire power to ignite all of you.
Lancet Jades: nah, Satan withdrew the power he gave you after you missed that loan payment
Mister Maloo: The whole world is against me!
Lancet Jades: actually, no, Uruguay supports you, but we just finished nuking it into non-existence
Mister Maloo: And who are you, exactly?
Lancet Jades: I am....MADISON SQUARE AVENUE JR.!
Mister Maloo: Well I have news for you. I killed your father!
Lancet Jades: no, my father is alive still
Lancet Jades: it was my pot-bellied pig, my NAMESAKE, you killed!
Mister Maloo: Oh so that's why he was so delicious.
Lancet Jades: no, thats was because I fed him cheese
Mister Maloo: Le gasp! I am lactose intolerant!
Lancet Jades: thou shalt perish of your own wrongs, foul knave!
Mister Maloo: Knave? I resent that. And you. In fact, I'm disappearing into this manhole to form my own race of punk anarchist mutants.
Lancet Jades: someone already did that
Lancet Jades: but they ended up getting dumb due to too much inbreeding
Lancet Jades: in fact, it was pretty much just the guy fornicating himself with an old rusty pole
Mister Maloo: That's crazy talk. You're just paranoid.