Why is it so difficult to rile up an angry mob and unleash it on someone you don't like? Gaston made it look so easy.
rush99999
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STATUS: ...Ok. But why does he keep it in a salt mine? 3 days ago
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...Ok. But why does he keep it in a salt mine?
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28 days ago
I just came out from watching The Last Act at my local cinema. It was something. It was really something.
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BUILDING KICK! EXPLOSIOOOOOOOOON!
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27 years old today. Only three years of my 20s left. Where did all that time go?
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So apparently, if you use a tooth with a filling in it to chew toffee, the toffee can become sicky enough to pull the filling out.
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@XxFellsingxX @rush99999
Hi guys! Would you be okay if we continued the Cupcake Eating Contest in a Collab PM?
I don't mind.
Brutrumukk
As he waited for the eating contest to begin, Brutrumukk noticed the goblin he'd hired to spy on the carnival hurry into the Feasting Orchard. "Oi oi! Come sit with me!" Brutrumukk called out an offer to the goblin in the tongue of the goblinoid races. "An eatin' contest's about to start! Let's you an' me win it together, eh?! Show all this lot that the Conquerin' 'Ost can clean 'ouse at the eatin' table just as easily as it cleans 'ouse on the battlefield!"
"H-hey, wait for me!" he shouted, and immediately began running after the first person he saw - which just so happened to be the grumpy bugbear.
The bugbear actually isn't all that grumpy anymore.
Brutrumukk
Accepting the ticket goblin's explanations, Brutrumukk donned his orange butterfly wings and made his way into the carnival. As he did so, he caught the scent of something delicious in the air. Before he could make for the scent though, Brutrumukk's eyes widened as he beheld a treant walking among the fairgoers and challenging those around it to catch the sycamore seeds falling from it. Accepting the challenge, Brutrumukk's hand shot forth like a javelin and seized one of the seeds. The bugbear then looked on in wonderment as the seed turned into a gold piece. Brutrumukk didn't have long to wonder though. For soon enough, a squirrel landed on his shoulder, handed him a dandelion, and told him to blow on it and make a wish. Once the squirrel was gone, Brutrumukk shrugged his unburdened shoulder before blowing the seeds into the air as instructed, wishing for his time at the carnival to be good enough to make up for all the bother it had caused him as he blew.
Having cleared the entrance, Brutrumukk moved onto the next leg of his journey: The Calliope. The bugbear paused a while to listen to the music played by this unfamiliar instrument. As he did so, a goblin approached him rattling a tin cup and a monkey poetically requested a button. Seeing as he never did up the top most button of his shirt anyway, Brutrumukk plucked it from his shirt and gave it to the goblin. When the monkey smiled, the bugbear found himself smiling back as he continued on. "Maybe I misjudged this place." Brutrumukk said between sniffs as he followed the scent of food. "Sure, it's noisy. But once you get past that, it actually ain't 'alf bad. Yeah, it ain't 'alf bad at all!"
Brutrumukk arrived at the Feasting Orchard just in time to hear the announcement of an eating contest. "An... eatin' contest?" Brutrumukk repeated to himself. "Oh. Nine. 'Ells. Yes!" Brutrumukk loved food. Especially when it came in large quantities. So needless to say, he seated himself firmly at the center table, rubbing his hands eagerly as he did.
Where the duck hunts you...
No, that would be Duck Hunt: Soviet Russia Edition.
@Guardian Angel Haruki
So long as the ticket goblin's answers raise no further questions, Brutrumukk will be ready.
As for destinations, Brutrumukk will be following his nose to the Feasting Orchard.
So long as the ticket goblin's answers raise no further questions, Brutrumukk will be ready.
As for destinations, Brutrumukk will be following his nose to the Feasting Orchard.
Brutrumukk
Brutrumukk listened to the ticket goblin speak and, all in all, liked what he heard. He especially liked that this would be the last night the carnival would be here. It came as quite the relief to the bugbear that the peace and quiet he so loved about the field and the Snoring Stone would be back the way it was by tomorrow. When the ticket goblin finished speaking, Brutrumukk gave a sharp nod and grunted his approval. "Y'know what? You lot ain't so bad." Brutrumukk said as he accepted his ticket and wings. "So who was it what paid fer our tickets anyway? An' what are these wings fer as well?"
Brutrumukk
"Right then." Brutrumukk said as he turned towards the ticket booth. "Let's go see what this miss-under-standin' 'e wants to 'ave a word about is." With that said, Brutrumukk made his way over to the ticket booth, arriving just as Zavakri finished paying. "Oi, old timer." Brutrumukk announced his presence in common as he closed to talking range. "That other goblin told me someone bought me a ticket an' that you think I'm thinkin' about stuff wrong."
Brutrumukk
Brutrumukk looked over at the ticket goblin, then back at the goblin standing in front of him "Someone bought me a ticket?" Brutrumukk asked, quite clearly perplexed by this turn of events. "An' now them an' theirs is willin' to let me in...? You sure you 'eard that right? You best not be muckin' about with me 'ere."
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