Roast Beef Part 2oftherefusalJanuary 29 2009, 10:57:31 UTC
He came in through the cat door, not bothering trying to reach the human sized lock, and stood up on his hind legs to greet his fellow broadcasters. "Meezter Beef, my friend, how's things are going out there?" Said Bas Rutten, a jovial, hulking, bald dutchman, from his seat in the middle.
Joe Rogan's greeting from the far right stool got lost amid the hit he was taking on his medium sized roach, so it came out as more of a croak. He exhaled, filling the broadcast boof with the sticky scent of high quality herb, and took a swig of his mountain dew. "Yeah, what's the crowd like, bro?" He said.
"in the main it is dudes with mullets who think three dollars is a good price for wine and those with tattoos on their biceps that look like tramp stamps." Beef replied as he hopped up to his stool. "Aww doggs, check the time, we go live in a minute. let's put on our face eyes and sit in our ass chairs and start this thing."
"Ay, you're right! We hafv been slacking..." Rutten said as he slid on his earpiece and mic. Rogan reluctantly put out his joint and did the same. The crowd was cheering outside and the lights above the arena floor turned on and began to move in crazy patterns."
"what is basically happening fight fans, i'm roast beef here with Bas Rutten and Joe Rogan doggs what is the mood out here like tonight, is it subdued with plenty checking their watches and digging for the best parts of their popcorn or are their heads craning to catch glimpses?" Beef said. The fighters were beggining to emerge for their entrances, music blaring...
First-Person Sample: 'Chuckles-Chan':
I have hacked into your opponent's locker room cam. He carries with him a portrait of a girl with raven hair and a sad expression. He takes it out often and looks wistful. I suggest you clinch with him, then breath "It's me...Cynthia..." Into his ear in a manner that suggests breathless trepidation and promises.
This was a difficult assignment. I will require 130% of my usual fee.
Sincerely -Mr. Tears
Finally, what is Spekkio's favorite past time?: Making up silly magical phrases
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He came in through the cat door, not bothering trying to reach the human sized lock, and stood up on his hind legs to greet his fellow broadcasters. "Meezter Beef, my friend, how's things are going out there?" Said Bas Rutten, a jovial, hulking, bald dutchman, from his seat in the middle.
Joe Rogan's greeting from the far right stool got lost amid the hit he was taking on his medium sized roach, so it came out as more of a croak. He exhaled, filling the broadcast boof with the sticky scent of high quality herb, and took a swig of his mountain dew. "Yeah, what's the crowd like, bro?" He said.
"in the main it is dudes with mullets who think three dollars is a good price for wine and those with tattoos on their biceps that look like tramp stamps." Beef replied as he hopped up to his stool. "Aww doggs, check the time, we go live in a minute. let's put on our face eyes and sit in our ass chairs and start this thing."
"Ay, you're right! We hafv been slacking..." Rutten said as he slid on his earpiece and mic. Rogan reluctantly put out his joint and did the same. The crowd was cheering outside and the lights above the arena floor turned on and began to move in crazy patterns."
"what is basically happening fight fans, i'm roast beef here with Bas Rutten and Joe Rogan doggs what is the mood out here like tonight, is it subdued with plenty checking their watches and digging for the best parts of their popcorn or are their heads craning to catch glimpses?" Beef said. The fighters were beggining to emerge for their entrances, music blaring...
First-Person Sample: 'Chuckles-Chan':
I have hacked into your opponent's locker room cam. He carries with him a portrait of a girl with raven hair and a sad expression. He takes it out often and looks wistful. I suggest you clinch with him, then breath "It's me...Cynthia..." Into his ear in a manner that suggests breathless trepidation and promises.
This was a difficult assignment. I will require 130% of my usual fee.
Sincerely
-Mr. Tears
Finally, what is Spekkio's favorite past time?: Making up silly magical phrases
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