Also wasn't I the one who started the lynch Pizza movement? So shouldn't you be building shrines to the great Gandalf the Tinfoil?
Come to think of it, Frozen could also have lied to us abt being injured, after he was in fact converted, though this possibility is not in itself grounds for a lynch
Pizza was Dooku, apparently, so SW Cult either did recruit him after the game began or their cult has been remarkably low-key. What's the chances that Camikaze is also scum, based on his activity just before the vote?
Aragorn once again left his home at night, prepared to mete out justice via cold steel. His target tonight? The man.
Aragorn climbed up onto the man's roof, then dropped down through the chimney. After the uncomfortable slide down, he soon found himself covered in soot. "Well isn't that just perfect! This outfit was expensive, and it's my only set of clothes that match these shoes." Grumbling, Aragorn stumbled out of the thankfully not-aflame fireplace - in hindsight, probably not the best point of entry - and started towards the man's bedroom.
Unfortunately for Aragorn, the man was prepared. He stepped out of the shadows and grabbed Aragorn from behind. Holding the intruder in a death grip, the man walked back to the front door, Aragorn still in tow. The man opened the door and quickly flung Aragorn out of his home.
"And don't come back! Breaking and entering is a serious crime!"
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BSmith1068 slept soundly in bed, sprawled on top of the covers (his AC wasn't working right, so it was a bit too warm to slip underneath the sheets and comforter). His sleep was so sound that he failed to notice Anakin Skywalker stepping towards him. This made Anakin's job infinitely easier. It was such a drag when the target struggled instead embracing the warm embrace of death. Anakin unsheathed his lightsaber and prepared for the killing blow, when all of a sudden -
"Hey, woah man! What are you doing there, big fella?"
"Oh, come on. For once, can't I just kill a man in peace?"
"If one kills, is that truly peace?"
"That's not really what I said. Who do you think you are? Confucius?"
"No, I just took a philosophy class in college."
"Then you should be prepared to face death."
"Do you take me for some sort of nihilist? If you give me a few minutes, I can even dig out a copy of an essay I wrote in that class on the subject."
Anakin looked at his watched, then shrugged. "What the hell, I've got plenty of time."
But as soon as BSmith dug out his old paper, Anakin seized it and slapped it onto BSmith's rear. "You can take your philosophy and shove it up your bum!" I think you know where the lightsaber went.
"I was a math major."
Spoiler:
BSmith1068 was Pippin!
Spoiler:
He was a member of the Lord of the Rings Town!
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"Alright, Vader, I'll knock on his front door and keep him busy and distracted while you sneak around the back and straight-up murder him."
"TIGHT TIGHT TIGHT, yeah!"
"Damn it, Vader, did you get high again?"
"Uh... no."
"Frankly, I'm not even sure how you snort that crap - what with your body suit and all - and I don't really want to know. Just stay away from that blue stuff."
"How many times do I need to tell you? I am your master, not your 'homie' or whathaveyou."
"Master? So you're like... a dominatrix or something?"
Palpatine sighs. "Christ. I don't know what to do with you sometimes. Anyways, let's just go forward with the plan."
Palpatine firmly knocked on choxorn's front door, and Darth Vader scurried towards the back.
No answer.
Palpatine knocked some more.
Again, no answer.
Palpatine knocked a third time, and he was growing worried by this point - after all, it is rude to knock more than three times, so this was his last shot. Thankfully, the door opened, and Palpatine breathed a sigh of relief, then started to sweet talk the person who opened the door, only to find...
"Wait, Vader? What the hell are you doing? Where's choxorn?"
"Boss, I think you should come see this."
They both walked inside, and Vader showed Palpatine the bloody mess on the kitchen floor.
"Well, poo. He was like this when you found him?"
"Yeah. Barely recognizable at this point. Just a bloody mess."
"Wait, do you mean 'bloody' in the English, figurative sense, or in the literal sense?"
Vader shrugs. "Either, I guess. They both make sense. That reminds me - if I'm not Anakin Skywalker, then who am I?"
Palpatine waves dismissively. "Don't think about it too much, Socrates."
They both turned and walked out of the house.
"Damn shame. Waste of a night, and I was really looking forward to killing that bastard."
"Too bad someone beat us to the punch."
"But who? Where? Why? In the ballroom? With the rope? Colonel Mustard? In a box, with a fox? So many questions, so few answers." A sigh. "Well, it's getting late, Vader. Time for bed. And no story tonight, Master is tired."
"But Master."
"No buts! And don't even think about making a joke about butts! That is the lowest form of humor." Sometime during this rant against base humor concerning the buttocks, Palpatine farted.
I urge everyone to give Nintz a chance to explain himself. Why did you kill BSmith? Also, at this point, Palpatine is a threat to us all, since he is killing LOTR and converting SW. vote: Camikaze is the best Palpatine suspect, per Yesterday. That said, if Nintz doesn't
1: Change his utterly petty OMGUS
2: Explain himself
3: Call off the rest of the SW-invasion force
I will join with the rest of LOTR in undesirable combat. We were on the verge of winning this, and now you guys let it spiral into infighting? Shame on you.
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