:With one (amazingly) free hand, grabs onto SpazCat and holds tight, essentially holding her as a perfectly still, and easy to hit, target:
:Thinks to himself, get her boys! :
Did you smile when you passed away?
: lives up to her name and turns into a flying ball of fur, scratching Meatros and all he stands for :
:ressurects to answer question
Yes. In my final moment my head turned into a giant gray smiley which then turned into dust; ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
:Cautiously avoiding the snowball melee and ice traps, finds a suitable snowdrift, and begins to hollow it out to build a cozy little fort-thing. After a couple of hours, she is happily lounging in the comparative safety of her fort, watching with interest as the more warlike Dopers continue their battle. :
: Let’s go, tries to cry but can’t due to frozen tear ducts, so ends up soiling self. With remaining strength raises arm, displaying middle phalangy for SpazCat :
“Mmmdffffddffff”
: Slowly bleeds :
:Throws ice grenade at ice fort::
Ha, I got one!
:Throws snowballs at a stationary Meatros for fun. Starts to drink the Schnapps right out of the bottle to keep warm.:
There go my profits.
:Gives Lady Ice (what an appropriate name for this thread!) a, literally, icy stare. Eyes being glazed over by ice, from crying, that’s all Meatros can do:
: starts mentally chanting to the God of slushy cold revenge, that a giant avalanche will somehow engulf everyone, so that Meatros will have company in his icy doom:
::makes mental note that there’s some yellow snow in case any Mods dare turn up::
Don’t forget the brown snow, Kal
SpazCat wonders why the water flow suddenly slows to a trickle. Looks around to the right and the left, then finally, comically, at the nozzle itself.
Just as she sees, out of the corner of her eye, the shadowy, snow-covered form of Ice Wolf, standing right behind her, a foot on the hose.
Her double-take isn’t quick enough. Ice Wolf steps back, and the full force of the water gets SpazCat, sending her flying backwards, heading over the fence.
As Ice Wolf politely, yet strangely calls out, “Don’t forget to turn right at Albuqueque!”
Ice Wolf then scrambles for shelter, looking around furtively to see where DarkJudicator is, just to be safe.
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[li]Gathers up yellow snow[/li][li]Who can I throw it at?[/li][li]Hi Opal![/li][/ul]
:eek: :eek: :eek:
just kidding
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:Grabs a quick schnapps from Lady Ice, ducks under a tumbling Spaz Cat, carefully avoiding claws. Notes that Cartooniverse somehow got attached to the fence by the tongue . Turns the Snowball Launcher of DOOM to Alaskan blizzard and alternates between TV Guy, Dark Judicator, Osip, and Snow Puppy (formerly known as Ice Wolf) by skillfully sliding up and down the ice field.
CJ
Whee, I’m flying!
: crashes into Kn*ckers snow fort :
owwww…
::shaking snow out of my jumper and scowling at Kal vowing vengence::
Washte makes a mound of snowballs in preparation.
Runs up behind CJ who is again crouching behind her snowman and squashes a soft snowball on top of her head. CJ grabs the snowman for balance but it falls on top of her, leaving her sputtering snow and shaking her fist at me.
Turning to spot my next victim, Scotticher pegs me in the side. I turn to retalliate but she ducks behind Meatros who is busy trying to change his trousers. One leg caught on his boot, he hops around a moment then falls on his butt, squealing as the snow freezes his bum. At add insult I throw a snowball at his twitching body - bullseye!!
Taking time out to smoke a ciggie, Kal reclines against the telephone pole. He doesn’t see me… hehehehe… I grab a handfull of powdery snow and shove it down the back of his pants, then turn and run as he growls furiously at me and starts chasing me.
I turn to run, giggling in glee (okay and some fear) and manage only a few yards before I slip and fall on some ice. Kal smiles his evil smile, bends to grab a handful of snow as he runs towards me but hits a slippery spot as well and lands with a THUMP on top of me. We both roar with laughter then smooch. AAWWW… then the bastard shoves another handful of snow up my jumper!
ARGH!!!
::Walk off laughing at Washte for posting in response to stuff I deleted in preview. Out of a sense of tradition I pelt a few well aimed snowballs at Meatros::
Thwack…Thwack…Thwack…
::Then I see that Tapioca Dextrin is stealing the yellow snow that I wanted to save for the Mods. Enraged, I rush towards them only to slip on some ice and crash into CJ’s Snowball Launcher of DOOM - lodging myself headfirst down the barrel::
:lays the paralyzed from both the fear of impending snowball attacks and from the pain of the rock-hard ice that Kal evilly imbedded in the snowball that was so forcefully thrown at Meatros:
:Shivers from pain and cold crotch:
:Finally takes some brown snow, which is collected in a neat little pile, and hurdles with all his might, this ball of fecal apocalypse at Kal :
Kal impending doom is headed your way, you gotta ask yourself: Do you feel lucky…punk?
FOOM! FOOM! FOOM! WHUMP!!
The snowball gattling gun fires again, whipping several nice, big icey chunks directly at Treviathan who bobs and weaves and zigs and zags but can’t outrun 30 snowballs per second!
And of course, TVGuy never targets anyone on purpose - with a high speed gattling gun, he’s simply going after whomever happens to wander in front of his “cut 'n paste” tool…
:starts to collect all the brown and yellow snow he can, so that he may hurl his vengeance upon all that have wronged him:
:Washte, SpazCat, Lady Ice be prepared to meet your doom.:
:After collecting the mess, Meatros takes aim and carefully handles the tremendous monstrosity: