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And the Lord sayeth:"Hmmm... let me think... crusifixion?... naaa... been done... swallowed by a whale?... naa... Jonah'd be pissed... 40 days and 40....Nope... did that too... hmmm.... MeDamIt, all the good ones have been done already.... I'll have to get back to you on this one..."
 
"Oh god lord, you be the all mighty got who made heaven and earth, for you there is no time. For I demand to know now! Speak o' god lord, what shall you ask of me to do? Demand, speak, answer!"
 
Macbeth said:
"Oh god lord, you be the all mighty got who made heaven and earth, for you there is no time. For I demand to know now! Speak o' god lord, what shall you ask of me to do? Demand, speak, answer!"


and the lord sayeth:"Demanding little bastard aint he?"
 
OOC: *rolling on the floor laughing my ass off*
Laurel make a new board for psycho drug tripping one line roll plays.

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The lightning crashes and horses are torn from thier roots as the wrath of a pissed diety seeks the impertinent buffoon.
 
Just then a scantily clad barbarian rides out of the flashing rain and proclaims to all "I is Cohen, prepare to die or be ravished (delete as appropriate)"
 
"oh unworthy barbian, unworthy openit. Be gone for! For you give me no challange!"
 
"Oh yeah! Well I am the Omipotent One and I will huff and I will puff and I will blow your steed down!"
 
Cohen glances briefly at Macbeth, then removes his head from his body with a barely mutterd, "Fuck off git, I'm here for the girl".
 
"You do not scare the mighty Macbeth! For not even the perfedick lord can stop me!"
 
Who said anything bout scaring, you just had your head taken off!
 
Cohen glances at the decapitated Macbeth, wonders breifly how he is still talking, then grabs the girl and rides off dramatically into the storm.
 
Macbeths head returns to his body. The all mighty Macbeth is back! Hail Macbeth! "I have returned, for you pointless attempt to kill me has failed. For now I be twice the size I wasa, cometh forward dare boring knight, challange me for a dual, for which I shall cut you open from navil to mouth with thee mighty sord!"
 
"O' Bishop cometh forward and challange me! Or chicken you be and run like the other pity souls?"
 
"Uzi, smothy. For nothing shall kill the mighty Macbeth. Having my head taken from the flash of body body did not kill me, I put forward a challange to thous who ponder the thought that thy can kill me"
 
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