invadertoto
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Me and Lie play Numberwang InvaderLie: I need my neck snapped back into place. invadertoto: I'm sorry, Julie, that is not Numberwang Munk entered this board. invadertoto: Looks like you've gotten youself into Mutilationwang!!! InvaderLie: Hahahaha!! InvaderLie: My mom be snorin'. Munk: Hey hey hey InvaderLie: It angers me. Munk: I'm back!!! invadertoto: Now stand on that platform, and our friend Johnny will murder you with the number seven! Munk: did you miss me? invadertoto: Yash Munk: Yay Munk: XD InvaderLie: I missed you!! InvaderLie: xD InvaderLie: I don't know who you are. Munk: Lol Munk: I thought so invadertoto: Johnny: Good Numberwang! Munk switched to the lobby. InvaderLie: I be eatin' bread. invadertoto: That's wordwang, rotate the board! InvaderLie: -waves- invadertoto: *music plays* invadertoto: Welcome back, Julie and Simon! invadertoto is confused by the fact that the host calls her Simon InvaderLie: You should be. invadertoto: Simon is losing by negative eighty-four points! InvaderLie: Ostrich. invadertoto: Aaaaaand now it's tine for Numbergulp! Simon, you go now. invadertoto: Six point eight eight!!! invadertoto: That's Numberwang, gulp a number! invadertoto gulps the juice of numbah nine InvaderLie: Uhh...ten-three six seven nine point two...point one invadertoto: Oooooh that is an impossible number. Julie wins! InvaderLie: YAAAY!! PRAISE ME!!! PRAISE MEE!!!! invadertoto: *guy in a chicken suit hands Lie a check for negative ninety-two yen and a crown made of human fingers* invadertoto waves InvaderLie: -cheers for Simon randomly- invadertoto dons a fake afro and dances with glee around stage InvaderLie: LE GASPETH. InvaderLie: I bow to a skeel far grrrreater than my own. invadertoto: Host: It appears Simon has challenged Julie to a rematch! Using the special afro-dance signal too! InvaderLie: I accept!! -magically dons bell bottoms- invadertoto uses best opera voice, sings: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGHHHHHHTTTTTTT!!!!! invadertoto: Host: Julie, what is your rebuttle? InvaderLie: ...I'm deeply offended by that last comment. -holds up sign that reads "negative six and ten fourths"- invadertoto: FOUR NINE OVER SIX EIGHT TWO ZERO ZERO NINE TWO SEVEN FOUR FIVE!!! invadertoto: And fourty-two. InvaderLie: -sigh-...supercalifragilisticexpialidocious...and fourty-seventy quatre-vingt cinqs. invadertoto: LEDERHOSEN POINT NINE!!! invadertoto: Host: Oooh, Simon said something staring with "L", he gets the magic dancing nines! InvaderLie: Sixty-eleven-and-alan-rickman-portions-of-qwuenty-life-peptobismol-and-thirteen-point-tenth-half-ELEVENTYY!!! invadertoto chases nines around stage, tackles and eats one* InvaderLie: Nooo... InvaderLie: I...Has...Been...DEFEATED!!! InvaderLie: Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis!!! InvaderLie: Okays...mah momma caught me up past mah bedtimes. InvaderLie: I gotstuh goes. invadertoto chews on finger-crown German conversation is German. Oh, mein Gott! Ist das Blut? Geben Sie mir Ihren Zylinder - ich glaube ich muss kotzen!
