Seanachai

You used the term 'Farce'. Twice. And that was in the Topic line. You should know that the term 'Farce' on the BattleFront.Com boards is Copyrighted by The Cesspool (dba The Peng Challenge Thread), and cannot be used on this Forum without permissions. Permissions are freely granted without payment, so long as the User observes the following conditions: 1) 'Farce' shall not be used more than once in any Topic, Subject Line, or sentence, unless for humorous impact. 'Humorous Impact' shall be determined by Registered Agents of 'The CessPool' (Refer to 'Justicar Joe' for a complete list of Registered Agents, Powers, and Criteria of Determination) 2) Use of the term 'Farce' in a Forum Topic shall acknowledge, by use of the symbol (pct) immediately following, that 'Farce' is a registered copyright of the Peng Challenge Thread. Use of the term 'Farce' in a post, message, sentence, or other missive need not acknowledge copyright unless the usage of the term 'Farce' exceeds more than five (5) references for any given total of three (3) sentences; 'sentences' to be determined by Registered Agents of the Peng Challenge Thread. 3) Use of the term 'Farce' shall not be used in such a way as to constitute a denigration, cheapening, or dilution of the term, nor do any damage to to the concept of 'Farce', nor be used in such a way as to cast into disrepute the term 'Farce', again as determined by Registered Agents of the Peng Challenge Thread. In the case of disputes regarding usage, a panel shall be constituted and be comprised of said Registered Agent of the Peng Challenge Thread, an Agent of the 'Cheery Wafflers', an accredited Neo-Con emigre of the Former Republic of the Political Forum, Any Given Aussie Bugger, and a randomly selected halfwit from the BFC General Forum, to be determined by the casting of lots, or a throw of dice, or by whichever fecking Dutch or Belgian idiot might actually be online at the time. 4) The use of the term 'Farce' shall be permitted without hindrance or prejudice with regards to any statement made by Grog Dorosh, so long as it is not used in any manner that constitutes a violation of the clauses already given. 5) Use of the term 'Farce' clearly acknowledges, explicitly or by means of footnotes, parentheses, or some other form of groveling, the ownership and supremacy over the term by the Peng Challenge Thread. 6) 'Farce' may be used freely, without other acknowledgment by any Forum Poster, so long as such usage does not exceed 'reasonable use'. 'Reasonable Use' shall, if called in question, be determined by Gotz von Berlichtigen, who is a Roight Bastard, but very liberal as regards idjits poncing about screaming things like 'Farce, Farce'. [ December 04, 2004, 04:37 AM: Message edited by: Seanachai ]

He's not out of his depth, he's just dead drunk. Happens all the time. Christ, Soddy, one would think that you, of all creatures, would recognize that. Or are you dead drunk again?

Piss off! Piss on! Piss off, Piss on! Piss off! The Pisser... Berli: Swine! Seanachai: Piss off for a minute, Berli, I'm pissing on Emrys! Berli: Pissing off here, boss. Seanachai: Back. How you doin' tonight, lad? ... Seanachai: Berli? Berli: Pissing off, here, boss! Seanachai: Oh, piss off! Piss back on, dammit! How you doin'? Berli: I'm ok, you pissant. And you? Seanachai: Well I'm pissed. Berli: About what? Seanachai: People who take the piss out. Berli: Pisser. Who's pissed you off, specifically? Seanachai: The whole fecking world is full of piss. It pisses me off. Berli: Well, piss on it. Seanachai: Don't think I won't! The piss merchants! Berli: Are you over your cold? Seanachai: Almost. Going to get completely pissed tonight. Piss on 'em tomorrow, I say! Berli: How's life going? Seanachai: It's a pisser. Berli: Yeah, it is. Seanachai: And you? Berli: Piss on 'em all. Seanachai: God bless. How 'bout that Peng, eh? BOTH: That piss monger! Berli: Well, piss off, then. Seanachai: You to, you puddle of piss. Berli: When shall we three piss again? Seanachai: When the moon rises over the Cesspool...

Takes a firm grip on the riding crop and makes several savage, controlled cuts through the air with it, worthy of a Heidelberg dueling master Pain is a natural part of life. That's why it's taken me many years of 'life experience' to refine it to where it's not. It's time to flay some donkey arse, and raise a great squealing and braying onto Heaven...

Pulled into the Cesspool, was feelin' about half past dead; I just need some place where I could lay my head. "Hey, mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?" He just grinned and shook my hand, and "Sod Off!", was all he said. Take a load off Berli, take a load for free; Take a load off Berli, And you can put the load right on me. I picked up my beer, I went lookin' for a place to hide; When I saw Emma and the Devil walkin' side by side. I said, "Hey, Emma, come on, let's go downtown." She said, "I gotta go, but m'friend can stick around." Take a load off Berli, take a load for free; Take a load off Berli, And you can put the load right on me. Go on, Mister Peng, there's nothin' you can say It's just ol' Seanachai, and he's waitin' on Apocalypso Day. "Well, Seanachai, my friend, what about young Boo Radley?" He said, "Do me a favor, son, woncha stay an' keep Boo Radley company?" Take a load off Berli, take a load for free; Take a load off Berli, And you can put the load right on me. Joe the Justicar followed me, and he caught me in the fog. He said, "I will fix your rules, if you'll kick Noba, my dog." I said, "Wait a minute, Joe, you know I'm a peaceful man." He said, "That's okay, boy, won't you beat him when you can." Take a load off Berli, take a load for free; Take a load off Berli, And you can put the load right on me. Catchin' a buzz now, t'take me down the line My stock is sinkin' low and I do believe it's time. To get back to Mister Peng, you know he's the worst one. Who sent me here with his regards for everyone. Take a load off Berli, take a load for free; Take a load off Berli, And you can put the load right on me.

You know how to whistle, don't you, Boo? You just put your lips together and make donkey noises...

What is this, Halfwit Possession? Tim the Enchanter gets banned, so you start channeling his persona onto the Peng Challenge? Someone get a bloody Priest...

Bah! You call that proper research? He didn't even curse anyone after offering it up. Not even Grog Dorosh! I offer myself up in the interest of proper research. GI Joe (if that is your real name), add the addendum "And I curse Seanachai roundly while offering this up". It'll give you more credibility.

Indeed, sir! For tis a noble edifice, my belly! Dark One, the stomach shall win out over all those more well-regarded portions of the body, be they ever so significant. Armies travel upon it, according to Napoleon. Einstein himself said: "An empty stomach is not a good political adviser." And did not the first Elizabeth declare: "I know I have the body of a weak and feeble woman, but I have the heart and stomach of a king, and of a king of England too." And does not the Bard of Avon himself say: "He was a man of unbounded stomach" Nay, Berli! Mock not a noble stomach. And who has a more noble stomach than the UberGnome? None here, I think.

Oh, look. It's Hortlund! Dear God, man, what have you been doing? Go get cleaned up before someone sees you. You look like you're been rolling in the mud with a mongoose. Not good, lad. Not good at all!

Stand back, everyone! The two of us take large steps...

What are you talking about?! I'm tall on my back, fella! And my stomach is taught and magnificent as it looms over the rest of me!

Like sayin' water's wet </font>

He's touched by a gesture here, and wiping away a tear. What makes you think he's not drunk, you Aussie git?! Wish him a Happy Birthday! Do it!

Everyone Apocalpyso! Ev'rything to keep me from sleepin' A lot of sailor boys they were leavin' And everybody there were jumpin' To hear the sailor boys in our chorus singin' Brown skin girl stay home and mind baby Brown skin girl stay home and mind baby I'm goin away, in a sailing boat And if I don't come back Stay home and mind baby Now de Americans made an invasion We thought it was a help to the island Until they left from here on vacation They left de native boy home to mind their children Brown skin girl stay home and mind baby Brown skin girl stay home and mind baby I'm goin away, in a sailing boat And if I don't come back Stay home and mind baby Now I tell you de story 'bout Millie Well she made a nice blue-eyed baby And dey say she fancy the mother But the blue-eyed baby ain't know she father Brown skin girl stay home and mind baby Brown skin girl stay home and mind baby I'm goin away, in a sailing boat And if I don't come back Stay home and mind baby Now de Americans all have their pleasure While the music played to their leisure Everybody there they were jumpin' To hear the sailor boys in our chorus singin' Brown skin girl stay home and mind baby Brown skin girl stay home and mind baby I'm goin' away, in a sailing boat And if I don't come back Stay home and mind baby

Bugger it, close enough: On this most inauspicious occasion, let me just say: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MICHAEL EMRYS! First we celebrated the birth of Death, and now Famine. The Peng Challenge Thread acknowledges the rise of another of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypso! Alright, cue Harry Belafonte!

Bedtime is when you go to bed. Everything else is simply habit and societal pressure.

Perhaps I should eat now, while I have the chance?

It's like you've known me from birth, sometimes. Is that the sound of Steel Drums I hear? Could they be marking time to yet another momentous occurrence, hard on the heels of the Rise of the Prince of Darkness?

"Faithful and Loyal Lady of House Rune." What the hell movie is that from?

TWO WEEKS?! How the Hell do you rate fast turn, turn around? The rest of us are on the one-a-month plan </font>

Sigh. They have eyes, but they do not see. They have ears, but they will not listen. They have mouths, and those, those they never close long enough to get their teeth back to body temperature! I give a little laugh haha! in the general direction of you lot. Yet again we hear snarling terriers like Hiram declaiming 'Peng abandoned the Thread!', and pontificators like Joe opining, 'more in sorrow than in anger' that 'he doesn't even want his name associated with it'. What is the Cesspool? It is a place for the misfits, the rancorous, the satirical. It's where the insouciant jibe, and the angry stomp upon the terra. Who sits waiting throughout eternity, in the Wasteland, waiting for all those misfits and lunatics to create the world around them, so that they can move on? It is Seanachai the Daft, Berli the Dark One, and Peng the Curmudgeon. The Present, the Future, and the Past. The Intercessor, the Executioner, and the Judge. So, Peng, the Judge. The Curmudgeon. He despises the very Thread that takes it's being from him. He demands that all contact be severed. He mocks, belittles and abhors the very thing that he is said to epitomize. It is genius. And the mice squeak at his feet. It's also wonderfully post-modernist, but I don't expect any of you lot to give that more than a nod and an arse-scratch of incomprehension.

How's your birthday goin', Berli, under your brand new leopard skin pillbox hat?

If you don't stop nattering on about redneck games, Shaw, we shall have...words.

Give us a break. You are the noise factor here. </font>