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| 1: | You go Baaa like a fluffy, coot sheep. |
| 2: | <player> sprouts woolly wool and Baaas! Awwww, isn't <he/she> such a cutie? |
| 3: | <target> ADORES coot, cuddly sheep like you! |
| 4: | Hmmm. <target> is throwing <him/her>self at <player>'s feet again! What's wrong with that sheep-brained Eediot?? |
| 5: | You are suddenly inflicted with Obsessive Compulsive <player> Wuvvin' Disorder as <he/she> morphs into a coot, cuddly sheep! |
| 6: | I'm a coot, cuddly sheep, I'm a coot, cuddly sheep, and everyone is wuvvin' me! Laaaa! |
| 7: | <player> is utterly convinced that <he/she>'s a coot, cuddly sheep. Hmm. Anyone for some mutton steak? |
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| 1: | You frown as there's nobody for you to rain kisses on. |
| 2: | <player> pouts, unable to find a target for <his/her> rain of kisses. |
| 3: | You shower <target>'s face with small, baby kisses. |
| 4: | <player> rains baby kisses all over <target>'s face. |
| 5: | <player> showers your face with baby kisses. |
| 6: | You blow some soft, small kisses into the air. |
| 7: | <player> blows a small stream of babykisses into the air. |
| backdoor - by Madrox Rapscallia |
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| 1: | You inquire casually if anyone needs their back door broken into, because you have the perfect "lock pick"... |
| 2: | <player> is asking if anyone needs their back door broken into... why is <he/she> grabbing <his/her> crotch at the same time? |
| 3: | You pull out a tube of K-Y and tell <target> you want to deliver a package to <his/her> "service entrance". |
| 4: | <target> bends over to unlock the back door as <player> moves towards <him/her> with a tube of K-Y.. |
| 5: | <player> moves towards you with a strange look in <his/her> eyes, babbling about service entrances... wait, what's that lubricant for??? |
| 6: | You resort to elaborate innuendoes to discuss anal sex lest you offend anyone. |
| 7: | Would <player> stop using innuendo and just say <he/she> wants some anal action already??? |
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| 1: | You grumble about the worthlessness of cops today. |
| 2: | <player> is mumbling about cops again, I think <he/she>'s been watching too much tv. |
| 3: | You flick <target> on the nose and say 'Bad cop! No donut!' |
| 4: | <player> flicks <target> on the nose and says, 'Bad cop! No donut!' |
| 5: | <player> flicks you on the nose and denies you the donut you so richly deserve! |
| 6: | You grumble about those cops and the drag-queen weasels who love them. |
| 7: | <player> is grumbling about drag-queen weasels and cops again...get the valium, quick! |
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| 1: | Badger Badger Badger Badger A Snake A Snake A Snake Badger Badger Badger Badger Mushroom Mushroom |
| 2: | <player> sings Badger Badger Badger Badger A Snake A Snake A Snake Badger Badger Badger Badger Mushroom Mushroom |
| 3: | You tell <target>: Badger Badger Badger Badger A Snake A Snake A Snake Badger Badger Badger Badger Mushroom Mushroom |
| 4: | <player> tells <target>: Badger Badger Badger Badger A Snake A Snake A Snake Badger Badger Badger Badger Mushroom Mushroom |
| 5: | <player> tells you: Badger Badger Badger Badger A Snake A Snake A Snake Badger Badger Badger Badger Mushroom Mushroom |
| 6: | Badger Badger Badger Badger A Snake A Snake A Snake Badger Badger Badger Badger Mushroom Mushroom |
| 7: | <player> sings Badger Badger Badger Badger A Snake A Snake A Snake Badger Badger Badger Badger Mushroom Mushroom to <him/her>self. |
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| 1: | You make your entrance, good luck! |
| 2: | "Hello Ladies and Germs", <player> falls down laughing at <his/her> joke. |
| 3: | You hear <player>'s drum beat then a cymbal crash in the background. |
| 4: | <player> rolls a drum beat and crashes a cymbal at <target>'s comment. |
| 5: | <player> rolls a drum beat and crashes a cymbal at you. |
| 6: | You loosen your collar. Hmm, Tough crowd tonight. |
| 7: | <player> just flew in from Midgaard, boy are <his/her> arms tired! |
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| 1: | You ask if anybody in the room's refrigerator is running, giggling to yourself. |
| 2: | Is your refrigerator running? <player> seems quite curious for some reason. |
| 3: | You tell <him/her> about the time a guy walked into a bar and said "ouch". Funny. |
| 4: | <player> regales <target> with a tale of a man who walked into a bar and said "ouch". |
| 5: | <player> asks if you've heard the one about the guy who walks into a bar and says "ouch". |
| 6: | You think about the joke about the sidewalk. After all, it is all over town. |
| 7: | <player> just made the worst pun you have ever heard about a sidewalk, which is now all over town. |
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| 1: | You show all these worthless beings what you think about them. |
| 2: | <player> stands around looking all haughty and snobbish. |
| 3: | You tell <target> exactly what you think of <his/her> puny ideas. |
| 4: | <player> says "Bah!" as <he/she> looks at <target> with scorn and condescension. |
| 5: | <player> glares haughtily at you and says, "Bah!" What a jerk... |
| 6: | You mutter scornfully, trying to hide your disdain. |
| 7: | <player> mutters words of scorn and disdain. |
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| 1: | Bang. |
| 2: | <player> raises <his/her> hand in a fluid motion and pretends <he/she>'s shooting a gun. |
| 3: | You look at <target>, raise your hand like a makeshift gun and mumble, "Bang..." |
| 4: | <player> looks to <target> and raises <his/her> hand like a makeshift gun, mumbling what sounds like "Bang..." |
| 5: | You find <player> looking at you with <his/her> hand raised like a makeshift gun as <he/she> utters, "Bang..." |
| 6: | You're gonna carry that weight. |
| 7: | <player> breathes, "Bang..." as <he/she> falls to the ground, <his/her> dream finally coming to an end. |
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| 1: | You don't want relationship, you just want BANG BANG BANG! |
| 2: | <player> don't want to know your name, <he/she> just want BANG BANG BANG! |
| 3: | You don't want to meet <target>'s mom, you just want BANG BANG BANG! |
| 4: | <target> says, "Oh, <player>, you look so good in that hat. Why don't you give me lots of KISS?" |
| 5: | <target>, leesten. <player> don't want to make saix, eat chocolaith, look at animals, take walks, no. |
| 6: | You want things done to you like the sun and the moon, idioth. |
| 7: | <player> wants things done to <him/her> like the sun and the moon. Idioth. |
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| 1: | You think of the bank and your fortunes there...mmm... |
| 2: | <player> is drooling and dreaming. You wonder what <he/she> is thinking? |
| 3: | Yes, your masterplan to con poor <target> of all <his/her> money is working out smoothly. |
| 4: | Uh-oh, you get a feeling <target>'s wealth is going to <player>. |
| 5: | <player> wishes to meet you in the place where metal sux and paper rox...the bank! |
| 6: | You go to bank and check the interest rate. Hope it's higher than 0% now! |
| 7: | <player> is looking paranoid about his wealth. You wish <he/she> would calm down. |
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| 1: | You look around the room, waiting for someone to make a stupid remark. |
| 2: | <player> is looking around the room, waiting for someone to make a stupid remark. |
| 3: | You >BAP< <target> upside the head. Heck, <he/she> deserved it! |
| 4: | After <target>'s stupid remark, <player> baps <him/her> upside the head; <he/she> DID deserve it. |
| 5: | <player> just BAPPED you for your stupid coment. You DID deserve it, yaknow. |
| 6: | You >BAP< yourself, realizing your own stupidity. |
| 7: | <player> baps <him/her>self upside the head, realizing <his/her> own stupidity..You agree. |
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| 1: | You climb into a suspiciously handy barrel to try to avoid being PK'ed. |
| 2: | <player> must have picked the o-}Hook{-o barrel to hide out in... <he/she> just climbed out rubbing <his/her> ass, and spitting out Seamen... |
| 3: | You stick <target> in a nearby barrel, tell <him/her> to keep <his/her> eyes, ears, and mouth open for trouble, then turn your back and unzip your fly... |
| 4: | <player> tells <target> to hide in a nearby barrel for safety, warning <him/her> to keep <his/her> eyes, ears, ... and mouth?!? open for trouble, then <he/she> turns around and unzips <his/her> fly. |
| 5: | <player> helpfully assists you into safety in a nearby barrel and tells you to keep your eyes, ears, and... mouth?!?! open for trouble... |
| 6: | Hmmm.. peaceful, quiet, cozy, and some handy holes to spy out of... what could be better to help you avoid PK? |
| 7: | Seeking a cozy respite from the dangers of PK, <player> climbs into o-}Hook{-o's barrel... Maybe you should warn <him/her>? |
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| 1: | For some reason, you start feeling very bashful. |
| 2: | <player> begins looking quite bashful. |
| 3: | You look up at <target>, look at the ground and bashfully trace figure eights with your foot. |
| 4: | <player> looks at <target>, then bashfully stares at <his/her> feet. |
| 5: | <player> looks up at you, then bashfully traces figure eights with <his/her> foot. |
| 6: | For some reason, you start feeling very bashful. |
| 7: | <player> begins looking quite bashful. |
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| 1: | You twitch your whiskers and look around amiably. |
| 2: | <player> flips <his/her> tail and twitches <his/her> whiskers, <his/her> eyes bright like a cat's. |
| 3: | You look at <target> with disdain, certain of your superiority, being the noble Feline that you are. |
| 4: | <player> snubs <target> in the same manner a Feline would a dog. Someone needs a flea bath. |
| 5: | <player> looks upon you with disdain, <his/her> Feline eyes sparkling. |
| 6: | You frolic high in the trees like your Fae ancestors. Careful, don't fall! |
| 7: | <player> frolics in the trees like <his/her> Fae ancestors, but loses <his/her> footing and falls on <his/her> rump, quickly getting up and looking around like "I meant to do that." |
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| 1: | You consider taking a long, hot Bath. |
| 2: | <player> considers taking a long, hot Bath. |
| 3: | Smiling, you ask <target> to join you in a long, hot Bath. |
| 4: | <player> asks <target> something about a Bath. |
| 5: | Smiling, <player> asks, "Join me for a long, hot Bath?" |
| 6: | You leave to go take a long, hot Bath. |
| 7: | <player> leaves to go take a long, hot Bath. |
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| 1: | You hide in the shadows looking for criminals, pretending to be BATMAN! |
| 2: | <player> hides in the shadows looking for criminals, pretending to be BATMAN! |
| 3: | Pretending to be BATMAN you throw a net at <target> and <he/she> falls prey to you! |
| 4: | <target> gasps in horror as <he/she> realizes that <he/she> has fallen prey to BATMAN! |
| 5: | <player> throws a net around you and you fall prey to BATMAN! |
| 6: | You get in the Batmobile and drive off! |
| 7: | <player> gets in the Batmobile and drives off! |
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| 1: | Let's hope you don't speak from experience. |
| 2: | <player> warns about the hazards of an untied belly button. |
| 3: | Your love for <target> shows as you tie <his/her> belly button tight. |
| 4: | <player> shows <his/her> love for <target>, tying <his/her> belly button tight. |
| 5: | <player> shows <he/she> cares, tying your belly button tight. |
| 6: | You make sure your belly button is tied very tight. |
| 7: | <player> feels secure, knowing <his/her> belly button is tied tight. |
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| 1: | Your (BDSM aura) increases in strength as you stock up on more kinky items! |
| 2: | <player> runs off towards the BDSM shop... RUN AWAY!!! |
| 3: | You pounce upon <target>, with your supply of edible handcuffs, chains, ropes, and underwear! |
| 4: | Screams are coming from the room which <player> and <target> are in...you wonder what could be happening there... |
| 5: | NO!!! <player> is trying to chain you up! NO!!! RUN AWAY!!! |
| 6: | You try to handcuff yourself, but in vain. |
| 7: | Hahaha...<player> is struggling to handcuff <him/her>self...<he/she> should be a contortionist! |
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| 1: | BOOM SHAKALAH!!!! |
| 2: | <player> is talking utter nonsense, again. |
| 3: | <target> looks at you in disbelief, <he/she> didn't understand one word. |
| 4: | <player> tries to explain to <target> the difference between Rux and Rox. |
| 5: | A poodle can not catch a midget even if it's using a net, <player> tells you. |
| 6: | Stop it, 'social' self is a lame way to express yourself! |
| 7: | <player> is contemplating the meaning of beaf, Weaf and laxatives. |
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| 1: | No! I'm not a *beep* bot, it's just an elaborate *beep* script! |
| 2: | <player> is NOT using a bot, merely a very handy *beep* script! |
| 3: | You instruct <target> in the fine art of *beep* writing a legal *beep* script. |
| 4: | <player> coaches <target> in the subtle art of *beep* legal scripts. |
| 5: | <player> enlightens you to the subtle *beep* differences between a bot and a *beep* script. |
| 6: | You think long and hard about how to write a legal *beep* script. |
| 7: | <player> is pondering the legality of <his/her> new *beep* script. |
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| 1: | You dance around the room with great expertise and skill. |
| 2: | <player> stumbles around bumping into tables and people. Must be drunk. |
| 3: | You wrap an arm around <target> and you laugh and dance the happy beerdance. |
| 4: | <player> and <target> giggle and jump around the room doing much havoc. |
| 5: | <player> whispers slyly to you, and with a grin you start to do the beerdance with <him/her>. |
| 6: | You bow to your crowd for a thunderous applause.. and then fall unconscious. |
| 7: | <player> does some amazingly graceful drunken bows.. then collapses. |
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| 1: | You let out a gut-wrenching belch, withering several nearby plants and trees! |
| 2: | <player> lets out a gut-wrenching belch, withering several nearby plants and trees! |
| 3: | You belch in response to <target>'s comment....they nearly faint. |
| 4: | <player> belches in response to <target>'s comment. <target> turns a ghastly green. |
| 5: | <player> belches in response to your comment. You reel from the stench. |
| 6: | You belch out the alphabet, letter by letter. |
| 7: | <player> is belching out the alphabet! Is that talent or what? |
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| 1: | You let forth a mighty bellow, aweing everyone nearby. |
| 2: | Your mouth hangs open as <player> lets forth a mighty bellow! |
| 3: | You vent your fury towards <target> in the form of an awesome bellow. |
| 4: | <player> bellows in fury at the way <target> has been treating <him/her>. |
| 5: | Your eyes open as wide as they can go as <player> glares at you in fury and lets forth a mighty bellow, ruffling your hair. |
| 6: | You let forth an awesome warcry that echoes off into the distance. |
| 7: | Your jaw drops as <player> looks to the sky and unleashes a mighty warcry! |
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| 1: | You'll show 'em! Just gotta find a deck of cards...and some hookers! |
| 2: | <player> marches off to build <his/her> own themepark..with blackjack..and hookers!! |
| 3: | You tell <target> what you really think of <him/her>. |
| 4: | <player> tells <target>, 'Bite my shiny metal ass.' |
| 5: | <player> tells you, 'Bite my shiny metal ass.' |
| 6: | You fall asleep, dreaming of a world without humans. |
| 7: | <player> mutters in <his/her> sleep, 'Hey sexy mama, wanna kill all the humans?' |
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| 1: | You run off to the Mob Factory in hopes of gaining experience. |
| 2: | <player> is gaining 0 experience at the mob factory! You cheer them on! |
| 3: | You are gaining 0 experience at the mob factory and you want <target> to help you! |
| 4: | <player> is gaining 0 experience at the mob factory and <he/she> wants <target> to help <him/her>! |
| 5: | <player> says: Out of nowhere, an urge to gain experience has reached you. |
| 6: | You feel the experience flowing through your veins, now all you need to do is get it. |
| 7: | <player> screams 'Leveling to the rescue!!!' ....and runs off to Mud School. |
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| 1: | Your {brain} farts at you for mistreating it. |
| 2: | Everyone laff at <player>, <his/her> {brain} just farted! |
| 3: | You give <target> a dose of un-creativity gas. Teehee! |
| 4: | <player> is making <target>'s {brain} fart, say goodbye to <his/her> smarts! |
| 5: | POOF! <player> just made you lose all your intelligence... poor baby :( |
| 6: | Good job, you just managed to forget everything you've ever learned. |
| 7: | <player> admits <he/she> just had a {brain}fart, how sad... |
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| 1: | You are the best bff in the whole wide world, bar none! |
| 2: | <player> bounces around on bff love pills! |
| 3: | You think <target> is just the COOLEST bff around! |
| 4: | A bff war is starting between <player> and <target>, so get ready to type ignore. |
| 5: | <player> thinks that you are a bff, better engage your anti-bff shield! |
| 6: | You giggle at the thought of bff and your superiority over non-bffers. |
| 7: | <player> mistakenly believes that <he/she> is in an exclusive club of bffness. |
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| 1: | You beg everyone in the room for a partner to group with. |
| 2: | On <his/her> knees, <player> begs everyone in the room for someone to group with. |
| 3: | You beg <target> to add you to <his/her> group. |
| 4: | On <his/her> knees, <player> begs to be added to <target>'s group. |
| 5: | Begging, <player> asks you to type 'group <player>'. |
| 6: | Your shadow begs you to add it to your group. |
| 7: | The shadow of <player> is begging to be part of <his/her> group. |
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| 1: | You razz the world at large, Japanese style. |
| 2: | <player> pulls at the corner of <his/her> right eye and sticks out <his/her> tongue, saying "biii-dah!!" |
| 3: | You razz <target>, Japanese style. |
| 4: | <player> pulls at the corner of <his/her> right eye and sticks out <his/her> tongue, saying "biii-dah!!" at <target>. |
| 5: | <player> pulls at the corner of <his/her> right eye and sticks out <his/her> tongue, saying "biii-dah!!" at you. |
| 6: | You pull out a hand mirror and razz yourself, Japanese style. |
| 7: | <player> pulls out a hand mirror and proceeds to razz <him/her>self, Japanese style. |
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| 1: | You slowly bifurcate while humming a tune. |
| 2: | <player> hums a tune and begins to bifurcate...strange. |
| 3: | You bifurcate to the tune of "Mary Had a Little Lamb", freaking <him/her> out. |
| 4: | <player> hums "Mary Had a Little Lamb", and bifurcates at <target>. |
| 5: | <player> turns to you and bifurcates as you watch...creepy. |
| 6: | You bifurcate in the corner for your own amusement. |
| 7: | <player> goes into the corner and giggles as <he/she> bifurcates. |
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| 1: | You stand around with a huge grin, cause you gots yerself a BIG GUN! |
| 2: | <player> stands around with a six pack, a flannel and a BIG GUN! |
| 3: | You point yer BIG GUN at <target>, boy you sure feel superior! (Oh, by the way, the safety is on.) |
| 4: | <player> points <his/her> BIG GUN at <target>, and says "Just like deer, yup." |
| 5: | <player> points <his/her> BIG GUN at you! ..Course, it's the wrong end. |
| 6: | You rest your BIG GUN on your foot. Boy do you look c.. *BLAM!* |
| 7: | <player> rests <his/her> gun on <his/her> feet. What was that saying again...? |
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| 1: | Damn! You've been checking out everyone's stats again and now you're horny! |
| 2: | Ruh roh... <player> is getting that horny look again... |
| 3: | Spotting <target>, you tell <him/her>, "You stats so big and me so horny!" |
| 4: | Ha ha! <player> is drooling over <target>'s stats, making <him/her> horny! |
| 5: | Is <player> drunk? <he/she> just told you, "You stats so big and me so horny!" |
| 6: | Doh! You drank too much and fell out of the shower! Quick! Cover up your stats! |
| 7: | Whoops! <player> needed a cold shower but fell out! Wow, what tiny stats! |
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| 1: | You look around the room for someone who deserves a good bashin. |
| 2: | <player> scans the room for someone to beat up, that angry biker wannabe. |
| 3: | You beat the crap out of <target> like an angry biker! You cold blooded meanie! |
| 4: | You watch in horror as <player> beats <target> in a drunken rage! |
| 5: | <player> is beating the crap out of you like a drunk, angry biker! |
| 6: | You beat yourself in a drunken rage! |
| 7: | You see <player> beat <him/her>self in a drunken rage, that's gonna hurt tomorrow. |
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| 1: | You start to sing Happy Birthday, but to who? |
| 2: | <player> clears <his/her> throat and starts to sing Happy Birthday ! |
| 3: | You grab <target> by <his/her> waist and toss <him/her> into the air wishing <him/her> a Happy Birthday ! |
| 4: | <player> gives <target> a Birthday toss high up in the air ! Now, who's gonna catch <him/her> ? |
| 5: | <player> grabs you, spins you and tosses you in the air ! Happy Birthday !! |
| 6: | You start to sing yourself a Happy Birthday song. Where are your friends ? |
| 7: | <player> starts to sing Happy Birthday to <him/her>self. Shouldn't you at least join in? Come on! |
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| 1: | You look around the room for someone to taunt with your biscuit! |
| 2: | <player> has a biscuit, and <he/she> knows how to use it. |
| 3: | You frown at <target> as you say to <him/her>, "Bad <target>. No biscuit." |
| 4: | You see <player> frown at <target> and say to <him/her>, "Bad <target>. No biscuit." |
| 5: | <player> frowns at you and says, "Bad <target>. No biscuit." |
| 6: | You carefully nibble on your biscuit. What a good doggy you are. |
| 7: | <player> carefully nibbles on <his/her> biscuit. What a good doggy. |
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| 1: | Man, you're a bitch! |
| 2: | <player> is a bitch, <he/she>'s a big fat bitch, <he/she>'s the biggest bitch in the whole wide world! |
| 3: | <target> is the biggest bitch! Good thing you told <him/her> off. |
| 4: | <player> starts to sing, "<target>'s a big <he/she>'s a big fat bitch, <he/she>'s the biggest bitch in the whole wide world!" |
| 5: | <player> starts singing about how much of a bitch you are! Are you going to take that? |
| 6: | You start to sing, "I'm a bitch, I'm a big fat bitch, I'm the biggest bitch in the whole wide world!" |
| 7: | <player> starts singing about how much of a bitch <he/she> is. Must be that time of the month. |
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| 1: | You spread your knees and unzip, in gracious invitation. |
| 2: | <player> spreads <his/her> knees and unzips <his/her> pants, gesturing to a spot beneath <his/her> desk. |
| 3: | You drop to your knees and swallow <target>'s cock, sucking for all you're worth. |
| 4: | <player> drops to <his/her> knees and swallows <target>'s cock, sucking enthusiastically. And just think, you're watching for free! |
| 5: | <player> drops to <his/her> knees under your desk and swallows your cock, sucking enthusiastically. Wooooooooooooooooooohoo! |
| 6: | You twist and contort and reach with your lips... Made it! Ahhh, you are your own best friend! |
| 7: | <player> twists and contorts and gives <him/her>self a fantastic blowjob! You're jealous. |
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| 1: | Blab, blab blab. That's all people do. |
| 2: | <player> wonders who is going to be BlabbaJaw today. |
| 3: | You point to <target> and start to sing a song to the tune of that awesome 70's cartoon! |
| 4: | <player> points to <target> and starts to sing, 'They call <him/her> Blabba-blabba-blabba-blabba-blabba-JAW!' |
| 5: | <player> is singing and pointing at you! |
| 6: | I don't get NO RESPECT! N-YUK! N-YUK! N-YUK!! |
| 7: | <player> whines, I don't get NO RESPECT! N-YUK! N-YUK! N-YUK!! |
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| 1: | I like swords. I like swords. I like swords. I like swords. |
| 2: | <player> goes on about how <he/she> loves swords! Don't you love swords!?!? |
| 3: | Too bad you can only do it once a day. |
| 4: | <player> picks up <target>, throws <him/her> at an Emerald guard, and yells "<target>-Doken!" |
| 5: | <player> picks you up and flings you at an Emerald guard and yells "<target>-Doken!" |
| 6: | Stabbity stabbity stabbity stab! |
| 7: | <player> mumbles something about chaos and apocalyptic destruction. |
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| 1: | Your weapons glimmer as they are possessed by the **BladeDevil**! |
| 2: | <player>'s weapons glimmer strangely. |
| 3: | You chuckle. The **BladeDevil** guides your weapons, drawing blood from <target>. |
| 4: | <player>'s weapons glimmer. They spring forth and draw blood from <target>!!! |
| 5: | You see... **Something** take <player>'s weapons and attack You, drawing blood!!! |
| 6: | You grin. The **BladeDevil** returns your bloody weapons to you. |
| 7: | <player> grins as the glimmer fades from <his/her> bloody weapons. |
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| 1: | Chewing on some laundry, you bleat contentedly. |
| 2: | <player> bleats contentedly, chewing on some laundry. |
| 3: | Turning toward <target>, you bleat and chew on the corner of <his/her> shirt. |
| 4: | <player> turns toward <target> and bleats, chewing on the corner of <his/her> shirt. |
| 5: | <player> turns toward you and bleats, chewing on the corner of your shirt. |
| 6: | Posing triumphantly, you let loose a mighty BLEAT for all to hear. |
| 7: | <player> climbs to the top of a mighty hill and lets forth a resounding BLEAT! |
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| 1: | You decide the only thing you can say about everything is Blerk. |
| 2: | <player> looks at you, looks at the MUD, and screams, "BLERK!" Wtf? |
| 3: | You narrow your eyes at <target>, and dripping venom you say, 'Blerk..' |
| 4: | <player> just said 'blerk' to <target>. OMG!! Run for the hills!! |
| 5: | Did <player> just say what you think <he/she> did?!? Yes! <he/she> said, 'Blerk'! Gasp! |
| 6: | You can say nothing but 'Blerk', Oh! The pain! The agony! |
| 7: | <player> folds up clutching <his/her> middle and crying 'Blerk' softly. |
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| 1: | You head off on you next window treatment task, hoping for another assignment in the convent. |
| 2: | <player> heads off for <his/her> next window treatment delivery task... hoping for another stop at the convent. |
| 3: | After <target> admits you to the room full of naked, painting nuns, you stare down at <his/her> boobs and manage to stammer "Nice tits, where do you want the blinds?" |
| 4: | Sister <target> admits the blind man, <player>, to the room where <he/she>'s been painting only to have <him/her> stare at <his/her> boobs and stammer out "Nice tits, where do you want the blinds?" |
| 5: | Not seeing any harm in admitting a blind person you open the door for <player>, only to hear <him/her> stammer out "Nice tits, where do you want the blinds?" |
| 6: | Boobs, nipples, nuns, habits, crosses... uh-oh... mess. |
| 7: | You hear <player> in the corner muttering something about boobs, habits, paint and nuns while masturbating. |
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| 1: | Like, what? |
| 2: | <player> has a puzzled look on <his/her> face. Like, huh? |
| 3: | You look at <target> with complete confusion. "Like, wha?" |
| 4: | <player> looks at <target> with a boggled expression. Like, what? |
| 5: | <player> looks at you with a puzzled stare. "Like, I don't get it?" |
| 6: | You drool on yourself. "Like, what's going on?" |
| 7: | <player> is drooling down <his/her> chest. Like, huh? |
| bloodwings - by Tela & Citron |
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| 1: | To fly! Yes, I much need those! |
| 2: | <player> needs very much so to have bloodwings to fly! |
| 3: | Blood! That's it! The missing ingredient! Surely we shall now make <player> soar! |
| 4: | <target> is covered in blood! <player> jumps on <his/her> back and flaps <his/her> arms! |
| 5: | <player> coughs blood on you. FLY BIRDIE FLY!! YAY GO <player>wings! |
| 6: | You whip out your can of jello. What's that about? A blob? What?! GOOOOOOOOO |
| 7: | Tela is NOT stable. What does this have to do with bloodwings? Uh, what's a bloodwing? (<player>) |
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| 1: | You wish you were Boba Fett, the most infamous bounty hunter in the galaxy! |
| 2: | <player> wishes <he/she> were Boba Fett, the most infamous bounty hunter in the galaxy! |
| 3: | You wish you were Boba Fett, so you could swiftly walk over and incapacitate <target>! |
| 4: | <player> wishes <he/she> was Boba Fett, so <he/she> could swiftly walk over and incapacitate <target>! |
| 5: | <player> wishes <he/she> was Boba Fett, so <he/she> could swiftly walk over and incapacitate you! quick, run! |
| 6: | POOF! You suddenly turn into Boba Fett, the most infamous bounty hunter in the galaxy! |
| 7: | POOF! <player> suddenly turns into Boba Fett, the most infamous bounty hunter in the galaxy! |
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| 1: | You, the Bastard Operator from Hell, whip out a jar of iron filings and pour them in the back of your monitor. Watch the sparks fly! |
| 2: | <player>, the Bastard Operator from Hell, whips out a jar of iron filings and pours them in the back of <his/her> monitor. Watch the sparks fly! |
| 3: | You delete all the files in <target>'s directory to give <him/her> more disk space! How efficient! |
| 4: | <player> deletes all the files in <target>'s directory to give <him/her> more disk space! How efficient! |
| 5: | <player> deletes all the files in your directory to give you the extra disk space you wanted. How efficient of <him/her>! |
| 6: | You ponder the next trick you'll play on the engineering department! After all, you're the Bastard Operator from Hell!! |
| 7: | <player> ponders the next trick <he/she> will play on the engineering department! After all, <he/she>'s the Bastard Operator from Hell!! |
|
| 1: | BOOM!! Maybe next time you won't hold on to that grenade for so long... |
| 2: | You get covered with blood and guts as <player> explodes from <his/her> own weapon. |
| 3: | You had better back away from <target> unless you want to get blown up again. |
| 4: | <player> hands <target> a large brown envelope and heads for the hills, maybe you should too. |
| 5: | You wonder what is in this large, brown, ticking envelope <player> just handed you... |
| 6: | Does anything have to be said about stupidity? |
| 7: | <player> seems to think playing with explosives is fun... maybe <he/she> will try again in the next life. |
|
| 1: | You smile lazily as you cram another bowl into your bong. |
| 2: | <player> has red eyes and a perma-smile. <he/she> must've got the bong out. |
| 3: | You load <target> a personal in your bong and hand it over to <him/her>. |
| 4: | <player> just loaded <target> a personal bong load. That lucky bastard. |
| 5: | It must be your lucky day, <player> just handed you a loaded bong! |
| 6: | You take a vicious bong rip and lay back coughing. |
| 7: | <player> just took a massive bong rip, look at those lungs! |
|
| 1: | Mmmmm... talk about the devil's food! |
| 2: | Just the thought of baking makes <player>'s layers moist and creamy. |
| 3: | You sneak up on <target> and cover <him/her> in frosting! |
| 4: | <player> gets a little overexcited and covers <target> in <his/her> own frosting! |
| 5: | From outta nowhere, <player> covers you in <his/her> frosting! Mmmm, Boo-cakey! |
| 6: | Yes. We all know you overindulge in the pastry department. |
| 7: | 'Mommy, what're those gorillas doing?' 'They're making cakes, <player>....' |
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| 1: | You pucker up and look for a clan leader. |
| 2: | <player> is walking around with pursed lips, telling everyone how rox they are. |
| 3: | You get down on one knee, cup <target>'s booty, and plant a big wet one on it. |
| 4: | <player> is down on one knee, and cupping <target>'s ass. Ewwwww. |
| 5: | Oh my god!! <player> just kissed your ass!! Run away! Oh hang on.. this is nice.. |
| 6: | You run around in circles trying to get your lips on your ass, almost there! |
| 7: | <player> is chasing <his/her> tail/ass around.. kinda like a dog.. its so sad its almost funny really.. |
|
| 1: | BOOYAH, grandma! BOOYAH! |
| 2: | <player> struts around the room yelling, "BOOYAH, grandma! BOOYAH!" |
| 3: | You get in <target>'s face, thump <him/her> in the chest and exclaim, "BOOYAH, grandma! BOOYAH!" |
| 4: | <player> gets in <target>'s face, thumps <him/her> in the chest and yells, "BOOYAH, grandma! BOOYAH!" |
| 5: | <player> puts face right up to yours, thumps you in the chest and growls, "BOOYAH, grandma! BOOYAH!"...you ain't gonna take that from <him/her> are you?! |
| 6: | You strut around the room pounding your chest and yelling, "BOOYAH, grandma! BOOYAH!"...a little much, don't ya think? |
| 7: | <player> struts around the room yelling, "BOOYAH, grandma! BOOYAH!" |
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| 1: | You look around for things to bop but you're all bopped out! *cry* |
| 2: | <player> puts on <his/her> playful bunny ears, but finds they won't stand up! You hear a faint whining. *giggle* |
| 3: | You launch a full-scale bopping attack on <target>! It starts raining fire and brimstone. |
| 4: | Little bunny <player>fu's running through the forest, picking up the <target>s and bopping them on the head! |
| 5: | You're being chased by some big <player>bunny trying to grab your tail and bop you on the head! Watch Out! |
| 6: | You close your eyes and pray you don't knock yourself out with your all powerful boppage! *cringe* |
| 7: | You see <player> make a fist then slam it down on <his/her> parietal lobe, oops, <he/she> passed out! |
|
| 1: | You are totally evil. Really. You are. |
| 2: | <player> is trying to act evil, but they're just soooo coot! |
| 3: | You exclaim 'I'm a blood sucking fiend! Look at my outfit!' |
| 4: | <player> exclaims '<target>, I'm a blood sucking fiend! Look at my outfit!' |
| 5: | <player> exclaims 'I'm a blood sucking fiend! Look at my outfit!' |
| 6: | You exclaim 'Bored now!' and then flay Warren. |
| 7: | <player> exclaims 'Bored now!' and proceeds to flay someone. |
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| 1: | You twirl your cape about and speed off into the night! |
| 2: | <player>, having successfully leveled, twirls about in a flourish and heads back to the Bot Cave!! |
| 3: | <target> vanishes into the dark as <he/she> stalks back to the Bot Cave to await <his/her> next drag. |
| 4: | <player> invites <target> to the Bot Cave for a spellup and some cuddle time. |
| 5: | <player> just invited you to the Bot Cave, you feel the urge to gain some 'experience'. |
| 6: | Congratulations, you just tried to drag yourself. It appears to be time for a psychological evaluation. |
| 7: | <player> just invited <him/her>self to the Bot Cave, you turn your eyes away in shame. |
|
| 1: | Its about time that you finally buy your own Aardwolf Bots of Speed! |
| 2: | <player> is dreaming about <his/her> own Aardwolf Bots of Speed again! |
| 3: | You sob as <target> wins another gquest in <his/her> Aardwolf Bots of Speed. |
| 4: | <player> sobs as <target> wins another gquest in <his/her> Aardwolf Bots of Speed. |
| 5: | <player> is suspecting you of wearing your Aardwolf Bots of Speed! Oops! |
| 6: | Being IAW, you win another gquest in your Aardwolf Bots of Speed. |
| 7: | OMG! <player> got another gquest in <his/her> Aardwolf Bots of Speed. |
| botspringer - by Dilligaf |
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| 1: | %&^#*#& BOTS! |
| 2: | <player> is complaining about those damn GQ BOTS again.. doesn't <he/she> ever quit? |
| 3: | <target> is ALWAYS beating you in GQs.. only one thing left to do.. report them for being a BOT! |
| 4: | <player> is spamming about <target> being a BOT again. *yawn* |
| 5: | Sigh, here goes <player> again.. doesn't <he/she> know all the work you put in making those mob-SW's, macros, and buttons!? |
| 6: | The channels have all fallen silent, time to bitch about BOTS. |
| 7: | Its obviously been too long since someone whined about BOTS, <player> is at it again.. |
|
| 1: | You throw your [TARGET] stick, hoping to catch a bot in your trap. |
| 2: | <player> throws <his/her> [TARGET] stick, hoping to catch a bot in <his/her> trap. |
| 3: | You throw your [TARGET] stick. The Chase! <target>bot runs to fetch it. |
| 4: | <player> throws <his/her> [TARGET] stick. <target>bot returns from AFK and chases after! |
| 5: | <player> throws <his/her> [TARGET] stick. You chase after, not knowing it yet. |
| 6: | You throw your [TARGET] stick and immediately chase after it. |
| 7: | <player>bot throws <his/her> [TARGET] stick and runs to fetch it. Weirdo! |
|
| 1: | You start placing huge bot traps with 35.princesses as bait! |
| 2: | <player> is placing around alot of huge bot traps with 35.princesses as bait! |
| 3: | Hooray! Looks like <target>bot got caught in your bot trap! |
| 4: | <player> giggles as <target>bot tried to reach the 35.princess in <his/her> huge bot trap! |
| 5: | <player> giggles as your triggers tried to reach the 35.princess in <his/her> trap! |
| 6: | You place a huge bot trap and hump on it. Click, and your spine is broken! |
| 7: | <player>bot just placed a huge bot trap and humped it, breaking <his/her> own spine! |
|
| 1: | You go "Here Botty Botty Botty!.." while tossing gquest tokens. |
| 2: | You watch <player> tossing gquest tokens going "Here Botty Botty Botty!..". |
| 3: | You start tossing <target> gquest tokens shouting, "Here Botty Botty Botty!..". |
| 4: | <player> is tossing <target> gquest tokens shouting, "Here Botty Botty Botty!..". |
| 5: | <player> is tossing you gquest tokens shouting, "Here Botty Botty Botty!..". |
| 6: | You throw a fistful of gquest tokens and start pecking them. Cluck! Cluck! |
| 7: | <player>bot throws a fistful of gquest tokens and pecks them, clucking softly. |
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| 1: | You strum your guitar and tell the tale of Speedy Botzales! |
| 2: | <player> strums his guitar and starts telling the tale of Speedy Botzales! |
| 3: | You strum your guitar and start telling the tale of <target>, known as Speedy Botzales. |
| 4: | <player> strums his guitar over the picture of <target>. 'Hear the story of Speedy Botzales!' |
| 5: | Uh oh. <player> seems to be telling the story of Speedy Botzales,..of YOU! Hide! |
| 6: | You strum your guitar and tell the tale of your Botventurous Adventures. |
| 7: | <player> strums his guitar and tells <his/her> own tale: The tale of Speedy Botzales! |
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| 1: | You gulp and apologize to everyone for being such a brat. *sniff* |
| 2: | <player> scuffs <his/her> foot and apologizes for being such a brat. |
| 3: | You glare at <target> and mutter, "You're such a brat!" |
| 4: | <player> mutters something and glares at <target>. |
| 5: | <player> hrmphs and glares at you muttering, "You're such a brat!" |
| 6: | You're a brat and proud of it! *strut* |
| 7: | <player> is such a brat... but you love <him/her> anyway! (Right..?) |
|
| 1: | You jump on the floor and breakdance wildly! |
| 2: | <player> turns on some music and hits the ground, breakdancing crazily. |
| 3: | You show your love for <target> and breakdance for <him/her>! |
| 4: | <player> catches your attention as <he/she> breakdances for <target>. |
| 5: | Woo, look! <player> is breakdancing for you! |
| 6: | What? Trying to learn how to breakdance? |
| 7: | <player> tries to learn how to breakdance, but fails miserably. |
|
| 1: | You look at Bremen and move on to more important things. |
| 2: | <player> looks at Bremen and then moves on to more important things. |
| 3: | You look at Bremen, and then turn your attention to <target>, who's much more interesting. |
| 4: | <player> looks for a moment at Bremen, then turns <his/her> attention to <target>. |
| 5: | <player> looks for a moment at Bremen, then turns to you, obviously much more interested. |
| 6: | You begin humming the 'Sailor Bremen' theme song to yourself. |
| 7: | <player> sings 'Fighting evil by moonlight, winning love by day light, never running from a real fight she umm he is the one named Sailor Bremen.' |
|
| 1: | You peer around for a senseless newbie to drag to the combat maze. |
| 2: | <player> is looking for a senseless newbie to drag to the combat maze. |
| 3: | You wonder if <target> is dumb enough to follow you to the combat maze. |
| 4: | <player> is trying to lure newbies to the combat maze again, looks like <he/she> is after <target> this time... |
| 5: | <player> smiles at you, and asks you to follow <him/her> at recall. |
| 6: | Why kill yourself, when there are so many newbies around to up your combat maze kills!? |
| 7: | <player> considers killing <him/her>self in the combat maze, what an idiot! |
|
| 1: | You clench your teeth and bristle with anger. |
| 2: | <player> clenches <his/her> teeth and bristles with anger. |
| 3: | You glare at <target>, bristling with anger. |
| 4: | <player> glares at <target>, bristling with anger. |
| 5: | <player> glares at you, bristling with anger. |
| 6: | Your bristle at your foolishness. |
| 7: | <player> bristles at <him/her>self and <his/her> foolishness. |
|
| 1: | You light a Bright Shining Aura around yourself. |
| 2: | <player> lights a Bright Shining Aura around <him/her>self. |
| 3: | You bring your Aura around <target> purifying <him/her> from all darkness. |
| 4: | <player> purifies <target> with <his/her> Bright Shining Aura. |
| 5: | <player> brings <his/her> Aura around you, purifying you from all darkness. |
| 6: | You light an Aura around yourself, purifying you from all darkness. |
| 7: | <player> is purified from darkness by <his/her> Bright Shining Aura. |
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| 1: | You head off in search of some sheep, and some ass... whichever comes first. |
| 2: | <player> is headed off on horseback, looking for some sheep and some ass. |
| 3: | You stare lustily at <target>'s ASS! Maybe the sheep can wait, just this once. |
| 4: | <player> stares lustily at <target>'s ASS! Looks like the sheep will have to wait. |
| 5: | <player> is staring at your ASS and breathing heavy... better hide behind one of those sheep! |
| 6: | You're stuck out here with the flock, with nobody else in sight... Looks like it's either the sheep or your hand. |
| 7: | Uh-oh... Looks like <player> is stuck out there alone with the sheep again... and the sheep are looking MIGHTY nervous. |
|
| 1: | With an evil glint in your eye, you look for the next person to TICK you off! |
| 2: | <player>s eyes begin to glow red. Wonder what <he/she> is thinking?! |
| 3: | The power stirs deep inside you as you SMACK <target> into oblivion. |
| 4: | <player> has just smacked <target> into oblivion! RUN, before you're next!! |
| 5: | With all <his/her> might, <player> has just given you the almighty THWAP!!! |
| 6: | You try to take your anger out on yourself. Doesn't work quite the way you hoped! |
| 7: | <player> is trying to take <his/her> anger out on <him/her>self. How Odd!! |
|
| 1: | The answer to every question is Brittany Spears! |
| 2: | <player> raises <his/her> hand wildly and yells out 'Brittany Spears!' |
| 3: | You ask <target> the question 'Name a deadly disease that rots away body parts' and watch as <he/she> scribble down 'Brittany Spears' as <his/her> final answer. |
| 4: | <target> ponders <player>'s question 'Name a deadly disease that rots away body parts' and scribbles down 'Brittany Spears' as <his/her> final answer. |
| 5: | You scribble down 'Brittany Spears' as your final answer to <player>'s question 'Name a deadly disease that rots away limbs'. |
| 6: | You lie in your bed, surveying your mecca of Brittany Spears memorabilia. |
| 7: | <player> is glorying in the concept that Brittany Spears is the pinnacle of existence. Might wanna put <him/her> out of <his/her> misery. |
|
| 1: | You search in futility for an eligible female, suspecting all candidates of being 50-year old, 400lb truckers from Duluth named Bubba. |
| 2: | <player> searches in vain for an eligible female, overly suspicious that any candidate is actually a 400lb, 50-year old trucker from Duluth named Bubba. |
| 3: | <target> is looking MIGHTY fine tonight, you make your move hoping it's not another 400lb 50-year old trucker from Duluth named Bubba, like last time. |
| 4: | <player> is looking at <target> and panting lustily... What the hell does <he/she> see in a 400lb, 50-year old trucker from Duluth, named Bubba, that's all that sexy? |
| 5: | <player> is looking at you and panting lustily, obviously your disguise is hiding your true identity: A 400lb, 50-year old trucker from Duluth named Bubba. |
| 6: | Your immense girth and size is hidden well behind this blonde wig and dress... Nobody would even suspect you were a 50-year old trucker. |
| 7: | <player> makes a futile attempt to convince you that <he/she>'s female, and not a 400lb 50-year old trucker from Duluth. |
|
| 1: | You look around for a cloak to buff your nails on! |
| 2: | <player> is looking around for a cloak to buff <his/her> nails on...better run! |
| 3: | You buff your nails on <target>'s cloak. Hope <he/she> doesn't notice the stains. |
| 4: | <player> buffs <his/her> nails on <target>'s cloak. Eww, what is that <he/she> wiped on there? |
| 5: | <player> buffs <his/her> nails on your cloak. Now you're going to have to take it to the dry cleaners! |
| 6: | You buff your nails on your cloak. What a stud! |
| 7: | <player> buffs <his/her> nails on <his/her> cloak. What a stud. |
|
| 1: | Yes. We all know you love bukkake. |
| 2: | <player> screams, I LIKE BUKKAKE. I LIKE BUKKAKE. I LIKE BUKKAKE. |
| 3: | You politely ask <target> if they would be interested in some BUKKAKE. |
| 4: | You overhear <player> asking <target> if <he/she> would like some BUKKAKE. What the hell? |
| 5: | <player> walks up to you and boldly asks if you are interested in some BUKKAKE. |
| 6: | In an amazing feat of dexterity and sexual vigor, you BUKKAKE on yourself! |
| 7: | Showing off <his/her> dexterity, <player> totally BUKKAKES <him/her>self! |
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| 1: | Doing the Bulldance .. feelin' the flow ... workin' it ... |
| 2: | <player> busts out <his/her> sword, sticks it between <his/her> legs and rides it in circles like a horny cowboy. |
| 3: | You sneak up behind <him/her> and mount up for a wild ride! YEEEHAWWW!!! |
| 4: | <player> holds on for dear life as a bent over <target> tries to resist the dreaded bulldance! |
| 5: | You bend over only to look back and see <player> smackin' your bum and waving <his/her> arm in the air! |
| 6: | Your eyes turn red and horns sprout from your head as the urge to Bulldance takes over. |
| 7: | Newbies scatter and cover their rear ends as the urge to bulldance consumes <player>. |
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| 1: | You look around slyly, trying to find someone to kick off the mud. |
| 2: | <player> looks around slyly, trying to find someone to kick off the mud. |
| 3: | You whip out a bungee cord, stick it on <target>, and kick <him/her> off the mud! |
| 4: | <player> whips out a bungee cord, sticks it on <target>, and pushes <him/her> off the mud. |
| 5: | <player> whips out a bungee cord, sticks it on you, and pushes you off the mud!! Eeeep! |
| 6: | You connect yourself to a bungee cord, and jump off the mud! Bombs away!! |
| 7: | <player> connects itself to a bungee cord and jumps off the mud! Phew, you were hoping <he/she> would leave soon! |
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| 1: | You shoulder your hammer and go out hunting the Energizer Bunny. |
| 2: | <player> shoulders <his/her> hammer and sings 'Kill the Wabbit, Kill the Wabbit...' |
| 3: | You grab <target> by the shirt and scream 'THE ENERGIZER BUNNY MUST DIE!' |
| 4: | <player> grabs <target> and screams 'THE ENERGIZER BUNNY MUST DIE!' |
| 5: | <player> grabs you by the shirt and screams 'THE ENERGIZER BUNNY MUST DIE!' |
| 6: | You hide under your bed, convinced that the energizer bunny is after you. |
| 7: | <player> cowers, whimpering 'It keeps going...and going...and going...' |
|
| 1: | You say, "We found a bot, may we nuke it?" |
| 2: | <player> says, "We found a bot, may we nuke it?" |
| 3: | You declare that <target> has triggered your bot! |
| 4: | <player> declares, "<target> broke my bot! But it got better..." |
| 5: | <player> declares that you triggered <his/her> bot. What a looney. |
| 6: | You want to stay and bot all one hundred and eighty of them! |
| 7: | <player> says, "Well, maybe I could bot for just a bit longer..." |
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| 1: | Quick thinking, calling for the BURN ward like that! |
| 2: | Thinking quickly, <player> calls for a specialist from the BURN ward. |
| 3: | You comfort <target> as <he/she>'s hauled off to the BURN ward. |
| 4: | <player> comforts <target> as they load <him/her> on a stretcher destined for the BURN ward. |
| 5: | <player> comforts you as they load you on a stretcher destined for the BURN ward. |
| 6: | You limp away to check yourself into the BURN ward. |
| 7: | <player> limps off to check <him/her>self into the BURN ward. |
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| 1: | You are a kinder, GENTLER kind of borg. |
| 2: | <player> is a kinder, GENTLER kind of borg. |
| 3: | You tell <target>: "You will be assimilated. But only if you want to be." |
| 4: | <player> tells <target>: "You will be assimilated. But only if you want to be." |
| 5: | <player> tells you: "You will be assimilated. But only if you want to be. |
| 6: | You mutter to yourself "Read my lips. No new assimilati...err...taxes." |
| 7: | <player> mutter to <him/her>self "Read my lips. No new assimilati...err...taxes." |
|
| 1: | You sure are horny again, ain't ya? |
| 2: | <player> wants someone to play with <his/her> "special button". Wow, <he/she> must be lonely! |
| 3: | You play with <target>'s "special button" and hope to hear <him/her> moan. |
| 4: | <player> is playing with <target>'s "special button". You want to look away, but damn, this is HAWT! |
| 5: | <player> is playing with your "special button" again. Damn, <he/she> is good at this! |
| 6: | MMM, feels good, doesn't it?! |
| 7: | <player> is playing with <his/her> "special button" again! God is killing a puppy! |
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| 1: | You hold up a huge red buttplug and stare at it quizzically. |
| 2: | <player> brandishes a huge red buttplug and looks at it as if <he/she> has no clue what it is. |
| 3: | You lil devil, poor <target> never saw that huge buttplug coming, good thing <he/she> seems to be liking it. |
| 4: | <target> moans as <player> uses that thick red cone thing somewhere behind <him/her>. |
| 5: | Your eyes widen as <player> surprises you with a huge red buttplug. Wait this actually feels good. |
| 6: | You sure have some unique kinks, I mean WOW. The whole thing, with limited lube. |
| 7: | <player> just set up the shiny red cone thing, OMG..WTF...<he/she> sat on it? |
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| 1: | These fools! You are none other than Buzz Lightyear, Space Ranger! |
| 2: | You stare in disbelief at <player>, who thinks <he/she>'s some sort of "Space Ranger". |
| 3: | Die <target>! No servant of the Evil Zurg shall escape your wrath. |
| 4: | <player> kneels down and aims <his/her> hand laser at <target>. Could <target> be a minion of Zurg? |
| 5: | What is <player> doing pointing that stupid lightbulb at you? Who is Zurg!? |
| 6: | You sound your mighty battlecry, fist raised high up to the sky. |
| 7: | <player> stands proud and exclaims, "To Infinity, and Beyond!" |
| What the Line Numbers Mean |
| 1: |
What you see when you give no argument:
ie, You slap nothing! |
| 2: |
What other people see when you give no argument:
ie, <player> slaps nothing! |
| 3: |
What you see when you DO give an argument:
ie, You slap Lasher! |
| 4: |
What others see when you DO give an argument:
ie, Whitedragon slaps Lasher! |
| 5: |
What your target sees:
ie, Whitedragon slaps you! |
| 6: |
What you see when you use 'self':
ie, You slap yourself silly! |
| 7: |
What others see when you use 'self':
ie, Whitedragon slaps himself silly! |