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seneca Post time: 2012-5-23 19:27
"Hello Tarantula Smithi,
do you see that slob of meat on your plate? Smell it? Hmmmmm! So good - ...
wow ziodude threatening to kill somebody is serious crime you do realise that?
It is a PORK CHOP, my greedy, hungry Tarantula! ..."
"Yes, test it with your fork... ah, it's so tender it wobbles at the slightest touch with your fork! Now hit it well, yes, plunge the fork INTO the pork...What? The pork chop is jumping up and down in anger? Take the knife...yes, and..." FSHFSHFSHPSHPSHPSH Now there you are, Tarantula Smithi, hiding under the table, with the pork chop in furious pursuit of you...yes, it smells you, your sweat gives you away...the piping hot pork chop is coming for you...yes, your T-shirt is riding up, exposing your deflated belly, and PSHPSHPSH! It hits your underside and drives a hole right through your body to your stomach..."
And that was the end of our unbeloved Tarantula SMithi. What a pity a poor pig had to donate a pice of its choicest parts!