I have come to bury Peng, not to Challenge him

[Marlow]

Kniggets, Squires, GentleWorms (the rest of you can SOD OFF), lend me your ears;

I come to bury Peng, not to Challenge him.

The rules that Pods breed live after them;

The Chrisl has mak’d off with their bones;

So let it be with Peng. The noble Chrisl

Hath told you Peng was ambitious:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Peng answer'd it.

Here, under leave of Chrisl and the rest--

For Chrisl is an honourable man;

So are they, the Old Ones, all honourable men--

Come I to speak the rules of the challenge.

The challenge is the thing, and to Peng it was first giv’n:

But Chrisl says he was ambitious;

And Chrisl is an honourable man.

He hath brought many rules home to the ’Pool

Whose E-mails did with PBEMs those rules fill:

Did this in Peng seem ambitious?

When that the SSNs have cried for lack of turns, Peng hath wept (well, maybe not):

Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:

Yet Chrisl says he was ambitious;

And Chrisl is an honourable man.

Twas in Peng’s name that the challenge grew,

Many timed posted were the rules,

Which he did as many times consent: was this ambition?

Yet Chrisl says he was ambitious;

And, sure, he is an honourable man.

I speak not to disprove what Chrisl took,

But here I am to post the rules I do know:

You without status in the pool, SOD OFF.

If you remain, you will be ignored.

Get used to it.

O SSNs with ambitions new, the challenge is the thing,

Beware those above your station:

Those Knights and Squires of the ‘Pool,

They look up’n you as Floaty filth,

Not worth the effort of lifted finger.

Eager will the cries of SOD OFF afflict your ear,

Er you try to reach their lofty heights.

Oh all seekers in the ‘Pool,

Know that thingies are not the thing,

That insults are an aimed dart to be cast,

Not a net with which to dredge the depths,

Nor a tool for insults to race or sex.

[Noba]

Ye gods. Save us. An Idjit has started an unnoficial thread....and it sucks too.

Noba.

[Panzer Leader]

Nice! You have my full support, anything to get away from the "Music of my Ex-Girlfriend".

[Marlow]

Originally posted by Noba:

Ye gods. Save us. An Idjit has started an unnoficial thread....and it sucks too.

Noba.

Who does this Knob-a thing belong to?

[imported_Hiram Sedai]

I noticed that there were pages and pages of songs in the last incarnation of the MBT. I fondly remember the epithets hurled my way when I would attempt such things in the past, now it’s become commonplace. Know that I hate you all. It’s a simmering, creeping hatred that covers each and every inhabitant of this thread and our small community. It’s a bundle of disdain that knocks on your door and pokes you in the eyes. It’s a hot steaming bag of abhorrence that is left on your back porch and you have to beg the authorities to remove it.

I searched for something interesting to respond to in the last Peng thread, but found inane posts about this or that with my name interspersed every once in a while. I won’t posts songs because so many of you do it. That makes it jejune. I tire of your communal, melodic whimsy. Do try harder to entertain me. We all know that you are here to distract me from my mundane existence. Some of you can juggle while two of you can stab yourself repeatedly with plasticware. I choose Croda to be the one to be immolated while Bauhaus can prance about singing showtunes. Since we all know who dwells in the lake of fire where the Croda dieth not, perhaps he can provide the flame. I want to smell some burning Croda on a stick.

That is all.

[Croda]

An ambitious effort at the rules, I must say, even if the Peanut Gallery can't discern the source. Be that as it may, Marlow is still like to the long-term reminder of fifteen minutes with a ten-dollar whore: itching and oozing and illiciting dry heaves from all exposed to him. Rancorous, Cancherous, Cantankerous, and Foul. Such is Marlow's very being.

As for Hiram, mewling from behind his mommy's apron, I have just this to say:

.

So stuff that in your pipe and smoke it!

[i don't care what it says, I didn't edit nuttin.]

[ March 06, 2002, 09:33 AM: Message edited by: Croda ]

[Sledge59]

And Chrisl is an honourable man.

And Pigs fly.

And Elephants are trapeze artists.

And Donkeys are well behaved.

And Lizards uphold truth and fairness.

And the Sludge does not creep into your boots.

BWAHAHA... HA

[imported_Hiram Sedai]

Originally posted by Croda:

effiminance personified...blah blah

As for Hiram, mewling from behind his mommy's apron, I have just this to say:

.

So stuff that in your pipe and smoke it!

[i don't care what it says, I didn't edit nuttin.]

Shut up!!

Shut up!!

You are stupid and funny looking. Not the type of funny looking that old people find amusing. It’s the type of funny looking that should be studied and recorded as an atrocity of nature. You should be beaten with big, blunt, bangy things and then poked with sharp pointy things. Somebody should stomp on your toes and then slap you like one would do to a mouthy little street walker. You sell your worn out wares on the street corner and are surprised that nobody wants some Croda lovin. Don’t be surprised any more. Here is a little FYI to put into your crack pipe. We were only nice to you because we thought Meeks would bite us and give us rabies.

Speaking of aprons. Maybe Persephone will rush to your defense again, so you won’t have to hurt yourself by thinking and actually responding. Poor little wussy boy.

I need a damn smoke!

Edited because my knuckles hurt from punching the monitor.

[ March 06, 2002, 09:51 AM: Message edited by: Hiram Sedai ]

[Marlow]

Originally posted by Sledge59:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />And Chrisl is an honourable man.

And Pigs fly.

And Elephants are trapeze artists.

And Donkeys are well behaved.

And Lizards uphold truth and fairness.

And the Sludge does not creep into your boots.

BWAHAHA... HA</font>

[Patchy]

A day without Hiram is like a day with sunshine.

Persephone

[Sledge59]

And Marlow isn't touchy.

[Patchy]

Originally posted by Hiram Sedai:

Speaking of aprons. Maybe Persephone will rush to your defense again, so you won't have to hurt yourself by thinking and actually responding. Poor little wussy boy.

Hiram, don't worry, I won't defend that Justicar wannabe Croda...he's all yours to abuse as you wish...and I'll enjoy watching.

Persephone

[sturner]

Peng? Peng? Ah, yes, Peng. That is one of the characters in Mu-Lan. Not a very bright one, either.

[Croda]

Originally posted by Persephone:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Hiram Sedai:

Speaking of aprons. Maybe Persephone will rush to your defense again, so you won't have to hurt yourself by thinking and actually responding. Poor little wussy boy.

Hiram, don't worry, I won't defend that Justicar wannabe Croda...he's all yours to abuse as you wish...and I'll enjoy watching.

Persephone</font>

[imported_Hiram Sedai]

Originally posted by sturner:

Peng? Peng? Ah, yes, Peng. That is one of the characters in Mu-Lan. Not a very bright one, either.

Go away and take Croda with you. Of all the people who are not welcome here, you may count yourself among them.

[imported_Hiram Sedai]

Originally posted by Croda:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Persephone:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Hiram Sedai:

Speaking of aprons. Maybe Persephone will rush to your defense again, so you won't have to hurt yourself by thinking and actually responding. Poor little wussy boy.

Hiram, don't worry, I won't defend that Justicar wannabe Croda...he's all yours to abuse as you wish...and I'll enjoy watching.

Persephone</font>

[bauhaus]

Originally posted by Persephone:

A day without Hiram is like a day with gas. I must fart now.

Persephone

Couldn't said it better myself.

[Sledge59]

We'll hear the will: read it, Marlow.

[Leeo]

Originally posted by Hiram Sedai:

interlude filled Hiram’s wracking sobs

C'mon, Croda, poke him some more!

[Croda]

Danger lurking everywhere

But we know we've got to dare

Evil men with evil schemes

They can't destroy all our dreams

We must be strong and brave

Our home we've got to save

We must make the fighting cease

So Mother Earth will be at peace

Through all the fire and the smoke

We will never give up hope

If we can win the Earth will survive

We'll keep peace alive

With our Star Blazers

Sniff sniff.

That's beautiful stuff.

[Marlow]

Originally posted by Sledge59:

We'll hear the will: read it, Marlow.

Will you be patient? will you stay awhile?

I have o'ershot myself to tell you of it:

I fear I wrong the honourable Kaniggets

Whose daggers have stabb'd the Pod; I do fear it.

(well, at least it beats the hell out of the bad karaoke we had in the last thread)

[dalem]

I like mean Hiram better than I do nice Hiram. Makes me miss Meeks less.

[mensch]

Where the hell is Elvis?

Wankers

[Berlichtingen]

Originally posted by Croda:

Evil men with evil schemes

They can't destroy all our dreams

Tell us of your dreams

[Berlichtingen]

Originally posted by Marlow:

(well, at least it beats the hell out of the bad karaoke we had in the last thread)

Amen