Tuesday, March 11, 2008

An insult echoes from the shadows

Tekneek, your foul smelling kind make me puke, you vacuous, malodorous, heap of parrot droppings.Stay your sword, or in your grog-fevered stupor, you may cut yourself.

(and thusly you are challenged to a insult duel)

posted by Chivalrybean at 11 Mar 2008 00:48:00 UTC Comments (3)

Comments

Tekneek:

12-03-2008 22:59:24 UTC

You ultra-right beast, we will thwart your frantic attempts to stifle us!

Chivalrybean:

13-03-2008 03:24:14 UTC

I need not try, your reeking wretched rancorous order does all the stifling of you that is needed.

I hear the only crew members that will join your crew are ones with great and terrible allergies that clog their nostrils so they can be in your presence, for the stank and odor of your body is blotted from their senses by the sinus blockage.

Jack:

17-03-2008 01:25:46 UTC

I declare Chivalrybean the winner of this pathetic swordfight!