Ultimate Rochambo Fighter Arena

Ye gods! My Pocket Lint is beset on all sides!

The Jello Pit is swiftly dispatched by releasing the School Lunchroom Ladies, but Bear’s dreaded Nishahara Offensive knocks me back on my heels!

Bear_Nenno attacks with Green! I counter with Orange Plaid! We clash violently!

And then, when all seems lost, with my last ounce of strength I draw out Barry Manilow’s Copacabana. A desparate ploy, to be sure, but will it be enough? No!

But wait! It’s thinksnow to the rescue with Dueling Banjos! A close shave! I crawl away, bloodied yet resolved to fight again…

I was not going to do this, but I guess you’ve forced me to…
Dueling Banjos, as performed by the London Philharmonic Orchestra was trecherous. But no where near as destructive as:

IT

Not only will IT revolutionize the world, cities, and life as we know it. It kicks some serious rochambo ass!!!

I neutralize your feeble Green by rendering it insubstatial with Deuteranomaly (Green-Weak Colorblindness)!

Reaching into the deepest realms of tantric one-ness, I assail you with Teen Angst!

Zounds!! Simultaneous attacks by Orange plaid and Teen Angst!! Only one thing can hope to stop such underhanded threats…

Victorian Society!!!
shielded by the might of my Victorian Society, I am free to play my trump card…

Kimchee… can any possibly stand up to such hot, garlicky goodness?

The sinking dread in my heart when faced with IT reminds me of the day my training brother, Runs-With-Scissors, fell before the might of the legendary Rochamboka Otto Titzling and his infamous Difficult-to-Remove Brassiere assault.

What can possibly defeat IT? My mind, trained to near perfect concentration by years of fasting and watching daytime television, searches for the answer in the milliseconds remaining to me.

At last I am rewarded with a vision of the Buddah, who instructs me to strike to the heart of the matter in response. Many onlookers faint or clutch their chests in shock when I unleash the legendary Monkeys Flying Out of My Butt!!!

Monkeys Flying Out of My Butt!!!, huh? Well, let’s see how well those do when you hear the sound of trickling water when you really need to pee.

Face it, you’re done.

[sub]Don’t even try to combat this, I’m saving the best for last, baby, and I’d hate to have to use it.[/sub]

Backoff!!!

You want to play rough?? Take this:

A CareBear Stare

A triumph indeed, you may kneel before me as I pruduce:

The Straight Dope Rosetta Stone.

Carved into the dark, powerful rock are threads that, when deciphered, will make the skies part and birds sing.
Leftmost is How to kill evil Nazi Groundhogs.
Centered is the (in-)famous Guy Stuff.
And, to the right, you’ll be faced with as yet incomplete Threadkillers 2001!.

Fear not, I’ll give you a primer: Goat Porn.

Should you require further assistance, check here, here,
here, or here.

I’d suggest you get to work. Loser.

And cykrider rides in to save the day! “Here Bear_Nenno, take this! [hands him 3 pills.] It’s called Zoloft, watch I’ll down 5 with this bottle Bacardi, yumm!” Nothing will bother us now! In fact I’ll counter with a massive radioactive…ah screw it, nevermind, I could actually careless.

zoloft, now thats good stuff :stuck_out_tongue:

Truly The Straight Dope Rosetta Stone seems an unassailable throw from a master Rochamboka.

But the spirit is never darkened, so long as hope survives.

Therefore, with all of the power of the Three Mystic Masters of Manchuria, I batter you with concepts that even the SDRS cannot cogitate:

Parking on the Driveway but Driving on the Parkway!
The Time at Which a Building Becomes a Built!
Milk Coming out of Laughing Cows’ Noses!
And, most devastating of all:

Piss Shiver!!!

Ahhhh nooo…

Getting…
…weak… can’t… move…

Must use… this…
an IAO

Like John McEnroe (sp?) contesting a line call, I stand in disbelief…

The Rosetta Stone…not strong enough? How…can…it…BE?!
<thoroughly quelled, ts stumbles off, no counter-attack, simply spent and aghast>

An attack Like The Rosetta Stone of SDMB is a very hard thing to defeat…

How about a three prong counter:

**Jesus Vs. The IPU

ISD VS. The Starship Enterprise

The SIMS- Anti-Homosexual?
**

(sorry, no time to find the links…)

And I attack with ‘Several Species of Small, furry animals in a cave and grooving with a Pict’, by Pink Floyd

’Several Species of Small, furry animals in a cave and grooving with a Pict’, by Pink Floyd is entirely disrupted by A Confetti-Like Cloud of Timothy Leary Portrait-Emblazoned Blotter Acid!!!
Paper wraps Rock. In this case, classic rock.

As I reenter the ring, I witness the carnage all around me. In an attempt to draw attention away from myself I quickly toss out ZIGFREID AND ROY’S LAS VAGAS STAGE SHOW. While I realize that nothing really happens, it least it looks like something does.

As you all stop and stare, a communal “AAAAHHHHHHHH” coming from your mouths, I attack with CAPTAIN KAGAROO.

That should regress you all to a child like state long enough for me to plot the next attack.

CAPTAIN KAGAROO is no match for H.R. Pufinstuff!

And I return your attack with a craftily crafted Hong Kong Phooey!!!

Sing it now!

Hong Kong Phooey, number one super guy.
Hong Kong Phooey, quicker than the human eye.
He’s got style, a groovy style, and a car that just won’t stop.
When the going gets rough, he’s super tough, with a Hong Kong Phooey chop!

OH Scupper, that really hurt. The Pufenstuff to my Kangaroo, followed by the Phooey. Man that was devastating.

But I am not out of it yet, scrambling quickly behind a column to avoid most of the fall out, I deploy Tribbles from the origial Star Trek series, followed quickly by “PEE WEE’S BIG ADVENTURE”!

Take That you devious fiend.

<still pissed off>

Hong Kong Phooey is no match for a 1978 Trans Am with a re-built 400 and a Hurst shifter.

My attack, however, will be conducted using the Tao of Pooh.

the Tao of Pooh, Pee Wee’s Big Adventure, and Tribbles are soon outbumbered and sorely defeated by my Indefatigable Kids That Don’t Give The Rabbit Trix Cereal.

And for my attack, I ::ergh, strain:: lug out my Super Grande Economy-Size Bottle of WD-40!

Well, now I’ll…what the!!!..what is that???..OH MAN, I think I just stepped in some POOH. All over my boots, geez. Someone is going to pay for that.

Now, on to battle. I am quick to deflect the WD-40 with it’s own long known enemy “DUCT TAPE”.

Then I launch the classic “KEYSTONE COPS PIE FIGHT SCEEN”!

Now if you will excuse me for a moment, I have to go scrap this POOH off of my boots.