...a Sheldon.


I feed it... nothing... it's been a bad DVM and pottied on the carpet!

It eats the player who posts after me.

While it's doing that I feed it the toenail of a red dragon and the arm of Gundam Heavy Arms

I've been eaten by worse things than the DVM I promise.

However... it spits out a ruby the size of TX and as strong as a diamond. ohhhh ahhhh

I feed it three citronella candles, a container of mints and a screwdriver (I love the random $*** that windes up on my coffee table).

((Oh! BTW tis fantastically amazing to see Ion back in the posting games ))

M.

It spits out a drunk Lumiere (from beauty and the best) with really fresh breathe.

I feed it a bottle of captain morgan a can of coke and a garden gnome.

It spits out a garden gnome--with legs--so he can strike the Captain pose--and immediately falls over 'cuz he's a lightweight.


I feed it JJ Abrams and Tim Burton

Angelina Jolie

I feed it a peanut butter and chips butty

It spits nothing out, instead it pleads for prune juice--gallons of it! Failing that, syrup of ipecac, stat!

I feed it a RoboSapien, twenty AAA batteries and the new Rob Zombie CD


(And here we are back to Zombies. Son-of-a-lich!)

It spits out Nemesis.

I feed it PitF(r)iend

It spits out:

20 stuffed animals

5 binders of World of Warcraft TCG cards

7 binders of Magic the Gathering cards

Approximately 2000 D&D minis

A slew of board games and video games

Roughly ten pounds of cardboard map tiles

6 binders of fantasy art cards

8 Kangol hats

And an increasingly curmudgeonly man who used to have epic handlebar moustaches. He snatches up a Kangol hat to cover his pride, looks around and grabs a fluffy dragon toy. Looks around again intently searching for something. He screams "NO! Where is it?! Frakkin Felgercarb!" The DVM spits out a laptop and the man dexterously catches it, logs on, and resumes posting at RDI. Finally he is happy.

I feed it mojitos and Cheetos

It spits out a crazy cheese covered tiger, in a sombrero, eating a lime chicken fajita

I feed it a telephone, 2 lemons, a date stamp, and a clock radio

It spits out a very sour looking personal assistant.

I feed it gunpowder.

faerie dust

I feed it Dr. Who

It spits out Bill S Preston, Esq., and Ted "Theodore" Logan from San Dimas, California. Meh, time traveling phone booth, time-traveling police box, fuggeddaboutit. Has anyone seen Napoleon, by the way?

Deacon, you ditched Napoleon?!? But our report's due in an hour!!

I feed it the History Channel and the SyFy Channel

HBO's Rome...

I feed it a trophy, a blue ribbon and a milkshake.

It spits out Epic Beard Man, now with a dairy association sponsorship!

I feed it a deck of playing cards and a rat trap