Cackling with glee, he scurries off into the nearby underbrush, leaving his diabolical creation behind:
A tremendous box of sturdy brown cardboard is raised on one side, supported by a twig with a long piece of yarn tied around it, leading into the nearby bush, where the other end is clutched in the eager little paws of the rodent.
As a diabolical finish, a small plate of delicious pastries is poised under the box, and the words written in bright red letters: "NOT A TRAP" wait to lure the unwary to their end!
I'm bound to catch something this time! Ho ho ho!
Don't ask. I don't know.
Lyinar Ka`Bael, Piney Fresh Druidess - Luclin
Don't tell me you didn't expect this.
quote:
Asha'man's fortune cookie read:
IT'S A TRAP!Don't tell me you didn't expect this.
Goddamn, you beat me to it!
Under capitalism, man exploits man. Under communism, it's just the opposite. - John Kenneth Galbraith
Mmmmm, blueberry...
That box was of the highest quality, too 
Mmmmm, tenderloin...
I'll make you a deal: If you leave my trap alone, I'll give you a whole hippopotamus to eat...and you can be my assistant and wear a cool hat like mine!
Num.
*sets up the trap and hides in the bushes again, waiting for someone to walk into it*
Okay, now here's your first lesson: crouch down into the bushes and get your butt bitten by insects while we wait.
*The Dragon stares at it for a couple of minutes, one of his eyes twitching nervously.*
No... Must resist... ARRRGHH!!!
*The Dragon runs over, and (somehow) fits himself under the box.*
*The Dragon begins placing the full array of silverware, napkins, and a drinking glass next to the plate, getting everything just right.*
Damned Home Ec. teacher... *mutter mutter* Damned hot iron... *mutter mutter* Damned Pavlovian teaching methods...
*pulls the cord!*
We may have a catch yet!
Wouldnt' you know it, I'm out of candles.
Goody! A place to sit!
*sits on the box*
My feet was gettin tired from prancing =(
*scritch scritch*
Hello? Is there anybody going to let me out?
*scritch scritch*
What ya got in the box?
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Humble Parcelan had this to say about Jimmy Carter:
Sold!*sets up the trap and hides in the bushes again, waiting for someone to walk into it*
Okay, now here's your first lesson: crouch down into the bushes and get your butt bitten by insects while we wait.
[ 09-29-2002: Message edited by: Janus ]
I've got a DRAGON for sale! We shall start the bidding at two croissants!
jumps off and runs next to Trent.
"Oh! I bid my magic dagger of back poking!"
Don't you need that?
Pulls out her bag of holding lots and lots, opening it for Trent to see all the sniny daggers and swords she has.
"See!"
I bid pictures of Natalie Portman covered only in raspberry jello!
An entire portfolio of pictures of natalie portman, nude.
A year's supply of pepperoni pizza, delivered by said nude natalie portman.
3 special daggers!
And of course, a lifetime supply of buffalo wings.
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Falaanla Marr's unholy Backstreet Boys obsession manifested in:
I see all the current bids, and raise my offer to the following:An entire portfolio of pictures of natalie portman, nude.
A year's supply of pepperoni pizza, delivered by said nude natalie portman.
3 special daggers!
And of course, a lifetime supply of buffalo wings.
Are they "Special" daggers, like Waisz's friends are "Special"? If so, he may be better off with normal ones 
I couldn't resist! It was so easy, and I'm too exhausted to think of anything more complex!
P.S.-I want to keep the Dragon as a pet and rename it Norbert... I've always wanted a pet Dragon. [ 09-29-2002: Message edited by: Alek Saege ]
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Azymyth had this to say about Punky Brewster:
I'll hear Fal's bid and raise you a whole pizza plus a years subscription to Play Rodent.
PARCE! TAKE THE PLAY RODENT!!!!
