UnReality:
Maybe it's just me but...well, does Buffoon's ex-wife's heart really merit its own series?
UnReality:
Those Motel 6 bastards lied! Tom Boddett, you're a dead man!
DarkOracle:
Ohhhh Let's play a Capper Drinking Game! Let see, You should take a Shot everytime the grab is... oh... I dunno, BLACK!
UnReality:
"It is now 5 minutes past the hour. You may caption this image until 11 past the hour. And you will. You will."
Generik:
Motel 6. We'll leave the Lysol for ya.
JohnSteed:
OK, I'm getting an entire caseload of A&W for this drinking game. I know, I'm a wussy underage...
Penemue:
Throughout the Ship, you will note a total absence of Bodies. Some "Experts" Suggest that it was undersea Scavengers like our Crab Pinchy..."
Penemue:
"But we at Mysteries of the Deep have other Theories. After careful Research, we believe the Bodies were Taken by the Deep Ones.
DarkOracle:
Well Gen, Through the Metamorphic Processes of Heat and Pressure the Sedimentary Rocks become Slate, then Shale, then Schist ,then Gniess...
Generik:
"Whoa, dude, this is some GNEISS schist!"
UnReality:
Difference between slate and shale? $2.50.
Penemue:
"Deep Ones are not to be confused with the simple minded Localanths as noted here. Deep Ones also worship Dagon of the Deep, whilst the Localanths worship Salt
DarkOracle:
Well.... Schist Happens!
Generik:
This message brought to you by the Society for the Prevention of Recto-Cranial Inversion.
Penemue:
Deep Ones like to collect drowned victims to use their bones as ornaments surrounding their undersea lairs, similar to an Octupus gathering shinys for her nest.
KINGDINOSAUR:
Do not attempt to adjust your television set. WE control the vertical. WE control the horizontal. WE control your medication level.
Generik:
Sure, it's all fun and games when you use the cattle prod and jumper cables, but when you combine them with a coelecanth, well...
UnReality:
THIS message by the Society for the ENJOYMENT of Recto-Cranial Inversion.
Penemue:
<I was bitten by Jacque Cousteau Once.>
DarkOracle:
Ok, cappers, grab a light, It's Flashlight Tag time, first one to find Buff's ex first wins!
Penemue:
After the initial jolt of Electricity, the Coalcanth slips into the safety of the deep, to recover, to warn it's mate, to gather friends, and to Retaliate.
Generik:
I dreamed I was bitten by Jacques Cousteau once, but it turned out to be a renegade coelecanth.
UnReality:
Jacques Cousteau once bit my sister. Or maybe it was a moose. It was very dark.
Penemue:
You see, Coelecanth's like this one, who we will call Sparky, enjoy a special "Friendship" with Deep Ones like this one. Who we will call Margaret.
Maxdriver13:
You see what happens when Sci Fi doesnt pay to get their own channel?
Penemue:
Coelecanth's point out troublesome species to the Deep Ones, similar to a hunting dog pointing out a duck to his master. The Deep one then swims out...
KINGDINOSAUR:
We now return to the audience participation version of Edgar Allen Poe's "Premature Burial."
yutka:
are you the keymaster?
JohnSteed:
Wow, someone got their Gremlin to go the speed of light! I couldn't even get mine to start!
Generik:
Okay, so Jean-Paul Sartre walks into a bar with a coelecanth under his arm, and the bartender says "What'll it be? Nothingness?"