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Gonflet (Legend of Luke)
Silent Sam (Redwall)
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Most Competent Dibbun- Semi-Finals
Gonflet (Legend of Luke)
Silent Sam (Redwall)
Basil: Bonjour, Constance. Voulez–vous coucher avec moi?
Constance: No, I don't want to sleep with you.
Basil: Is that what that means? Oh, man, I had a really gross tennis instructor.
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Mhera, walking in: What are you doing
Tagg: Yoga
Nimbalo: He’s been doing the ‘corpse pose’ for over an hour
Top 10 Projects I Would Make if I Controlled a Movie Studio
Top 10 Projects I Would Make if I Controlled a Movie Studio
Let us take a dive into the world of fantasy, for a moment. A world in which the impossible can be done. A world where Hollywood isn’t a money-grubbing machine that no longer cares if they make products of quality, and instead just wants to make content that they can push out, just in time for the next product. We are going to dive into this fantasy realm for a moment, and imagine that I, in…
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i had a dream last night that someone decided that Redwall needed an update to be relevant to today's kids, and the only thing they did was change the sword of martin to a gun.
oooh my goodness. Guns weren’t even around back then omg could you imagine.
Cluny the Scourge is standing over the Abbot like “Haha Redwall is mine!” just like, waiving his tail around and all, then just BAM Matthias shoots off the M16 of Martin the Warrior and OBLITERATES him. No more Cluny, Redwall is saved.
The Ballad of Colonel Meliton Gubthorpe Digglethwaite (Retired)
One day when our hearts were young,
we went roving with right good will,
side by side two comrades
to find what lay o'er the hill.
Our spirits never wearied then,
in those high old times gone by.
What friends we made, what perils we faced,
together you and I.
Now eyes grow dim, and paws feel stiff,
even vittles don't taste the same.
You wake one day, with your whiskers grey,
what price then, medals an' fame?
Alas, all we have are memories,
to take out, dust off, and share.
But, oh, my friend, the pride we feel,
just to know that we were there!
We travelled an' fought an' feasted,
we triumphed, we marched and songs were sung,
we face death, saw life and adventure!
One day when our hearts were young.