The Official TOR Quotebook

<Exacerangutan> <Zzyzx> Hm? "Teabagging"? Oh, yes, yes, I see. Because our anatomy is different from yours, we call it "Basketweaving." <Jim> .............I don't even want to know.

AnimuHero> Gold coins! Adding money to legos was a great addition of pirates.
* AnimuHero never had enough pirate legos to fuel what he wanted to do which was to re-enact great sea battles like trafalgar
<Space-Bird> and then I would sell equipment to my brother's guy..and he'd get mad because he thought I was hogging all the good stuff
<Space-Bird> <Bill> *ripps off a lego guy's arm* Lord Horatio Nelson!

<AnimuHero> <Major Jim> *later ends up with some kind of horrible cancer! Very dramatic8
<Friend> <Dr. Manhattan> *sips tea* ...nigga, you dumb.
<Gerhal> Jim already suffers from terminal Grimherroids.

<AnimuHero> Bah it's erin, the mission will be us solving a riddle and listening to jazz tunes while discussing the merits of deconstructionism.
<Gerhal> Dude, I have no skill in beatnic.
<Gerhal> I'm doomed
<Captain_Tylor> I can give you a beatnic primer
<Gerhal> What do I do Ben?
<Captain_Tylor> uh, programing?
<Gerhal> No, no. To beat the beatnic challenge silly.
<Madoushi> Just remember
<Madoushi> shabadoo always beats doo wop.

"At this point in my life, I feel like I could just destroy some motherfuckers." - Major Jim Foster, Grim-lins 2: The Final Frontier

[02:02] <Space-Bird> <Yves Pangbourne> "...interesting cast of characters you have here...."
[02:02] * Loche has quit IRC (Read error: Connection reset by peer)
[02:03] <Lucian> <Takashi> "We put the 'Special'
[02:03] <Lucian> <Takashi> "We put the 'Special' in 'Special Forces'." *grin*

<@Friend> "Major Jim's deltoids burned with swarthy lust as Yves's naked calves shone in the holopad's light. For the first time, a Frenchman made an American surrender...to passion."

[15:22] <Azriel> <<Rima>> *Wanders into the room where the Crazy Nun and Rambo are.*
[15:23] <Moonset> «"Reverend" Rhev» Not a nun, a PRIEST.
[15:23] <Azriel> <<Rima>> You're a nun!
[15:24] <Moonset> «"Reverend" Rhev» I hate kids.
[15:24] <Azriel> <<Rima>> <3

<@Space-Bird> Jim's bulbous fingers caressed Eva's slender, comely clavicle. "Countless.." Jim whispered in a gravely baratone. "Let me smother the fire in your heart with a kiss."

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<@Friend> "Jim's sausage-like fingers gently caressed his own face, feeling the hot crimson flow erupt from his nose. 'By god!' he rattled in a grim voice, 'You have loosened my brainmilkes!'"

<Exacerangutan> ...damnit.
<Exacerangutan> I've said it before
<Exacerangutan> I'll say it again, doubtless
<Hydra|Work> You love being a turtle?

<@Space-Bird> <Kweli Schwartzstern> *actually the reason Elisse went to the bathroom..waiting with a USB key between his teeth, a tiny computer screwdriver, and a comehither look

<AnimuHero> can I grab you as arashi in TOR?
<Exacerangutan> ...
<Exacerangutan> Not until you rephrase that.
<AnimuHero> bwah!

<Friend> <Bill> 'And lo, the Tau attacked with brutal, ultralasers from the Chaos Immaterium. Superguard Magna Dangergrim unsheathed Forgean Steel and becked O'la'olaola Olaolale, Tau Champion, to a duel of swords and fire.'

[22:41] <AnimuHero> The only thing will be coordinating with xachus
[22:41] <Exacerangutan> Zakus
[22:41] * Exacerangutan insert mental image
[22:43] <Exacerangutan> <Xach> *WOOB WOOB*

[00:01] <Moonset> apparently what we took away from this mission is that hookers are awesome.
[00:01] <Hydra> clearly
[00:01] <AnimuHero> <Major Jim> no they're not ;_;
[00:01] * Exacerangutan changes topic: "Welcome to #TOR - Under new management! Send applications to @F_Miller"
[00:02] <AnimuHero> <Major Jim> whores whores whores.
[00:02] <Exacerangutan> This RPG is now about whores.

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[01:56] <AnimuHero> noooo
[01:57] <`Citan> MULTI KILL

[21:24] <Dulkor> "Big Maccy B: Provin' Once and for all that the Scottish are the Shiznit" was the actual title of it
[21:24] <Dulkor> we were very, very bored
[21:25] <Dulkor> I still remember a few of the line changes
[21:25] <Dulkor> like 'He's killed me, mother!' became 'I been capped, bitch!'

«×Aura Voralis×» *whimpers.. talking to herself* <m> "The tentacles.. I missed them.. how could I miss them?!"

<Moonset> «+Eva Navarro+» *has some flirty chat with De Sombra over the phone
* Moonset sage nods
<Dulkor> gasp!
<Dulkor> {De Sombra} And what is the thread-count of what you're wearing right now~?

<+Azriel> <<Rima>> "What's wrong with wearing my pjs when I'm not doing anything? I'm chillaxing." *And yes she did say that.*
<+AnimuHero> <James Foster> *would facepalm but he's got a helmet on*
<+AnimuHero> <James Foster> "It's just... it gives the impression you're... not keen, if that makes sense. Anyway, I need to change myself into another LACCRA, this armor is for working out, not chatting."
<Radical> <Faustlin> "Rima... are you Jamaican?"
<+Azriel> <<Rima>> "Am I who...?"
<Radical> <Faustlin> "'cause Ja maican Jimbo crazy, mon."
<+Azriel> <<Rima>> *looks at Faust like he just spoke gibberish to her*
<Hydra|Work> <Kevin> *Has not the words....*
<Radical> <Faustlin> "He'll run dem mean skreets of Bogatah wit' I an' I."
<+AnimuHero> hahahaha oh god.
<+Azriel> <<Rima>> "Are you drunk...?"
<Radical> <Faustlin> "Drunk..."
<Radical> <Faustlin> "...WITH POWER!!"
<+AnimuHero> <James Foster> *sighs heavily*
<+Azriel> <<Rima>> *Edges away from Faustlin and sits farther away from him.*
<Radical> <Faustlin> "HuhuhuhuhuMUAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!"

Josh...did you just refer In Living Color?
[02:07] <ElTigreChino> Well, Bill is now officially the whitest man on IRC
[02:07] <ElTigreChino> trailing behind are Paul and Ben
[02:07] <ElTigreChino> then me

<Space-Bird> <Jim> Listen to my song! <Concern Roach> ..............is that doowap? *sighs..presses the fireallmissiles button

<@Space-Bird> <Kweli Schwartzstern> *will slide out..keeping a tight grip on his rifle

<James Foster> All the whores and politicians will ask me if I'm looking for a good time!
<James Foster> And I'll say. No.

<Space-Bird> *James Foster's balmy throbbing palms grabbed Arashi's slender, beveled shoulders. "Princess..." Jim whispered in a throaty messo-soprano "Your sparring needs some work." Arashi threw herself into Jim's stoic frame "Oh Jim!" She croaked with the girlish enthusiasm of the stars. "Tell me more.."