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04/15/10(Thu)04:02 No.9202884DM: You're at the crypt. There's two cows. John: I milk the cows DM: Can't there's no udders or anything. Billy: I fucking crush the milk out then, I thought it was implied if we cant milk it WE CRUSH WHAT WE WANT OUT OF IT. Giles: Hey, hey can I groom the cows? DM: We- John: No, you're a goddamn barbarian *Snort*, that, that's like me rolling to cast magic missile. DM: Hey! HEY! Pay attention. Anyway, the cows are made of stone. Billy: I can milk stone cows. DM: What. Billy: I can fucking do it, I have a magic +1 milking machine, it doesn't break. DM: So you're going to spend all day milking a chunk of stone with your milking machine. John: Yeah, and by my measurements, if my calculations are correct, and assuming these cows have milk in them, it'll take thirty two hours to suck it out, we can do this. Giles: Hey, hey, hey, I have gloves, I can, I can help! Billy: No, no you friggin' can't, their plain leather gloves and you made a shitty barbarian so, like, you'd make it worse. DM: Look, maybe GWEN might remember that interrogation- Wait, where's Gwen? Billy: She showed up one game and hasn't come back. You've been playing her character, dingus. |