I drop out.

I put myself back in the machine.

It spits out the GruggKitty (resurrecting a native meme) who curtly demands not to be woken until the weekend, and with great care by whosoever is brave enough to wake it.

"They were loathe to arouse the wrath of the Great Cat, and wisely let it slumber."


I feed it rotten sushi (the DVM, not GruggKitty)

(edit: Had to look it up--GruggKitty made it's first appearance on page 29 of this thread.)

It spit out "Bruce" the shark from Jaws. (Got to be the Badest Fish ever!)

I fed it a four leaf clover, a horse shoe and a hatchet.

It spits out a leprachaun on a tree stump that gives you a pot of gold that disappears after an hour along with the leprachaun and tree stump.

I feed it a DnD 3.5 Players Handbook.

It spits out a 4ed fanboy. He won't shut up about how there's no downside to picking non-human player races and how his wizard never has to say "I reach for my crossbow" thanks to at-will powers.

Have fun selling back mundane equipment--oh, you can't. How sad for you! You're a fighter and found a cleric-only magic item? It's only worth one-fifth of it's market value if you sell it? I cry for you. Really.

(If you play 4ed and are having fun with it, that's really all that matters. I have my issues, and don't mean to inflict them on the rest of you.)

I feed it Bruce Campbell and a screenplay by David Mamet.

It spit out Dr.Ivan Hood doing an Old Spice commercial in a remake of Wag to Dog.

I fed it a tire iron, monkey wrench and Sancho Panza.

It spits out Zartan and the Dreadnoks!
(This may take a teensy bit of explanation: Zartan was a character in G.I. Joe cartoons and comic books. His flunkies were called the Dreadnoks. One of these 'side-kicks' [what Sancho Panza was to Don Quixote] was named Monkeywrench. They were all bikers, so I'm certain a tire-iron was involved somehow--mundane tool, improvised weapon, eating utensil, etc.)

I feed it Mr. Bill and a cheese grater.

It spit out Gumby Gambino, the Claymation Iron Chef. He can make 12 coursr meal from Play-Doh.

I fed it Snickers, a tennis racket and a pair roller skates.

It spits out the new Pretzel M&M's.

I feed it a TV Speaker.

It spits out a televangelist. Why does that "Prayer Cloth" they offer look so much like a ShamWow?

I feed it a copy of the "Munchkins" game.

and out comes Bester(re B5) and the rest of his psi corp cronies *runs for the nearest star fury* in goes a vorlon planet killer.....

Att

It spit out a "Planet Hollywood" Cafe in Zombieland. Tonight's guest performers are The Grateful Dead.


I fed it a cheez-it, a sunflower and a bag of marbles.

ANd somehow it manages to come up with something, and spits out a pound of stale pistachios.

I feed it one of the pistachios

Rumbling and churning it spit out a plea for more, because no can eat just one.


Hehe, I fed one Lay's potato chip.

It spits out popcorn magnate Orville Redenbacher, who for some reason took six levels of Barbarian and three of Bard. There he goes, singing jingles and thwacking everything in sight with his greataxe.


I feed it a friend request.