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Originally Posted by RWood
In this installment of “As the Stomach Turns” we find Marc and his chainsaw packing zombie friend just returning from a night of draining the blood bank dry. ...
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Hmm, been riffling through my scripts, have you? Presume to post parts online, do you? Having me speaking like Yoda, are you?
Well, good Mister Wood, let's see where your arrogant murder of my intellectual property gets you as I activate the SUPER-DRM module (Summoning Undead Protection against Enduser Ratbaggery) that was encrypted within.
Do you see them, good Mister Wood? Yes, the coalescing army of entertainment industry lawyers, marching towards you with unholy writs in one hand and knives for the cutting room floor in the other. See their formed rows, twenty across and ever-deep...deep into the black void between the superstars. Yes, the teeth...you've noticed them, have you? Does it surprise you that the lawyers are of the undead...vampires all.
Not so funny for you now, good Mister Wood, is it? I believe it is
I who shall have the last laugh....
giggle**SNORT*hehe....pffft...HA!teehee....ACKK!.. ..[burp]guffaw!
Cheers,
Marc (Hmm, haven't quite got my "Evil Laugh" down pat yet...)