Dude, you do NOT want to go comparing starships with me. I’ll whip out my personal Pimpship, a vessel a few hundred meters long and equipped with all the highest-tech gadgets… including a pocket universe generator, which removes it from this universe and deposits it in its own little dimension. And it’s stocked with the hottest, sexiest, nakedest women you’ll find anywhere.
Let’s you and him fight.
carnivorousplant, considering the subtext of the argument between the potential combatants, yours is the most evil suggestion yet. Kudos!
I’ll ready the pit laced with Acid Rancors, and Glorp is boiling the hot oil and the monkey semen. Two enter one leaves!!
Monkey se…?
Tars, umm, that’s just too evil. I mean, there’s bad, and there’s boiling monkey semen.
Ask yourself this, would I, Tars Tarkas want to get into a pit full of boiling monkey semen?
If the answer is yes, then you take my place. Go ahead.
As for you Spoofe, meet me in the Los Angeles River bed at noon. We’re fighting for pinks!
If you’re going to grind/shred/saw in half your arch-enemy, place him DIRECTLY into the machine and, no matter how gruesome it is or how badly you need to be somewhere else, watch the whole thing until he is dead, dead, dead. DO NOT place him at the infeed-end of a 100’ conveyor that runs 10ft./min. and decide you’re late for brunch with the boys.
Oh, come on.
Barbara Bush doesn’t know what oral sex* is*.
