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Ten thousand years of Roboshrub.

Fangs for the memories.

In today’s state, Roboshrub Incorporated is an entity entirely devoted
to the execution of what normal people would refer to as “bad ideas.”

It was the creator’s original idea that all concepts, whether
useful or not, contribute to the global subconscious level of progress
for the human race. Therefore, we contend that no idea is an unfit
idea, and vow to act on each and every one of them.

Roboshrub Inc.
Public Communications Department

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For your insolence, I condemn you to...

Suffer the Fate of a Thousand Bees!
(Before they go extinct)

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Karl Decries Media Uncoolness

Shar lel'in ma'k poar!

*waves hands*

That's right! As a sorcerer, the coolness in multimedia content is a critical factor to my power base. Therefore, you must be appraised as to the greatest (and therefore most fun) web thingeys on the Internet. Behold, the greatest episode of Beavis & Butt-Head. Behold as the hunted becomes the prankster. Behold, in all its glory, the reanimated bones of Abraham Lincoln. Also, behold what kind of surprises await you at the box office this year.

Under the royal authority of King Evil Robo-Bob Dole, I proclaimeth that all matters regarding the afforementioned media not be spoke of again. Failure to comply with this order will result in defenstration. This conversation was never posted. You have no knowledge of this blog.

*snaps fingers, peels apple*

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Blogger flu gesticulated...

Where the heck am I?

3/02/2006 10:57 PM  
Blogger Gyrobo gesticulated...

You are in a land beyond distance. A time beyond counting. A fat-free cake that won't let you down.

Welcome to your innermost brain.

3/02/2006 10:59 PM  
Blogger Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator gesticulated...

The innermost of Fluke's brain? That could easily be a scary place!

If I'm going in there, I'm going to need an anchor, a beer, and a kiss from my lady.

3/02/2006 11:17 PM  
Blogger GrasshopperBoy gesticulated...

*snaps fingers, explodes*

3/03/2006 2:45 AM  
Blogger Gyrobo gesticulated...

You'd be surprised how clean the inside of a brain can be. Clean as a whistle, sharp as a thistle, best in all the land.


3/03/2006 8:57 AM  
Blogger flu gesticulated...

Odd... I feel so... so... nearly defenestrated. And my armpits kinda itch.

Is that normal when one is inside a dependable fat-free cake?

3/03/2006 10:12 AM  
Blogger Gyrobo gesticulated...

Fat free? Yes. Fat filled? No.

The proof is once again in the pudding. Only this time, I can't help you. There is no spoon.

3/03/2006 1:37 PM  
Blogger Gyrobo gesticulated...

We have now had 64 squared visitors.

3/03/2006 1:39 PM  
Blogger L>T gesticulated...

This is all too much titillation, I'm afraid. TOO, too much like television. Distracting from the real issue.
OMG<---My head is exploding...strange brew, BOB DOLEyou basturd!!!!

3/03/2006 4:18 PM  
Blogger Salbert gesticulated...

All hail Evil Robo-Bob Dole.

*snap, snap SNAP!*

3/03/2006 4:22 PM  
Blogger His Majesty gesticulated...

All must bow before the great Evil Robo-Bob Dole. It is through me that fun flows. I control all aspects of this universe, being the avatar of Gaia and all.

3/03/2006 5:42 PM  
Blogger L>T gesticulated...

Iam busy trying to decode the first sentence.

rash nelli' ma'k roap, or soap rarp kill' man e'

3/03/2006 11:16 PM  
Blogger L>T gesticulated...

I'm in LOVE w/Fluke Starbucker. Can't help it. he pushes my 'funny button'>----- :)))

3/03/2006 11:25 PM  
Blogger flu gesticulated...


Oh, crap... I hope that was the right button.

3/04/2006 2:16 PM  
Blogger Karl the Sorcerer gesticulated...

Sha natyl be'linkon wer!

*waves hands*

Every button is now the button of doom. Don't try to decipher it, it's not meant for mortal eyes.

3/04/2006 6:44 PM