All Buzzkillington really needed was pumped. Guess what i did?? Got a slag to do it hehehehe
I now defend the hill with a bacon roll and irn bru. The ultimate hangover cure.
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I find a man who is just shy of alcohol poisoning and make him eat your bacon and irn bru, thus making him a fully functional member of society again.
I defend the hill with imaginary peacock!
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At last! I herd the neighbour's pride of peacocks (the dozen that screech all through the night and through most of the day :mad: ) towards your hill and they fight your imaginary peacock to the death. However, the effort overcomes them and they all expire. Hooray!!!!!!!!!!!!
I plant beautiful peacock feathers around the base of the hill to keep everyone and everything else out.
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I find the peecock's mothers that sons died in this war and they go crazy and start killing you for their sons deaths!
I defend the hill with THE WORLDS MOST AWESOME DILDO! DUN DUN DAHHHHH!!!!!!! OMG ITS AWESOME!
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I use the dildo until he is fully exhausted and dies!
I defend the hill with my now totally pleased-ness!
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I ruin your pleased-ness through insults and random acts of violence.
I defend the hill with the Mythbusters.
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I say to them how meany times they have messed up on that show and they get depressed and walk off the hill, I defend the hill with my butter knife! (my friend Ryan thinks it's funny)
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Your butter knife is no match for my awesome teaspoon.
I dened the hill with my teaspoon. Know what they say, spooning leads to forking...
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... which is why I can defeat your awesome, but puny, teaspoon with my scrawple of devastation.
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Your scrawple of devastation breaks at the shear sight of my staff of ticklish feathers.
No one may come near my hill without being tortured by those feathers, feel my wrath.
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