Mordhaus Meeting and Discussion Room

[totally not Toki]

Just because she's nots in the bands doesn't mean we don'ts gots to be nice to her! It's the Christmas season! ;~;

and I think reindeer are metal... ._.  

[Grizzlies offspring]

~points it in toki's eyes~ toki its not metal but lasers are metal as hell  

[Confectionery Pastry]

I think reindeer are totally metal, especially if you put spikes on them and give 'em rabies.  

[totally not Toki]

*___* -blinks a couple times-

Elves ams more metal, I suppose.

neutral

They makes toys. That's pretty brutal.  

[Head Klokateer]

I thought it was time for me to check in.
I must say I agree with lord Toki.
Reindeer are indeed brutal


Also anyone who watched Robot chickens full assed christmas special would see they are brutal  

[mistress_hydro]

hey, i'm new! blaugh rudolph would be so metal if a death laser came out of his nose.  

[Omgs its Jag]

Hey, i'm Jag. -_- I suck at introductions... bleh. Thanks for the invite.  

[Grizzlies offspring]

~hands all the new members vodka shots~ DRINK Up you know who i am pickles the drummer  

[CFO Charles Ofdensen]

totally not Toki

Everyone I'm invitings keeps on comings! *__*

Aren'ts ya proud of me, Charles?!

Very good, Toki. *Gives him a cookie*

Welcome, everyone.

And I'll have... er... Fatty Ding Dongs taken care of, Nathan.  

[Grizzlies offspring]

i need some watchs >.>  

[CFO Charles Ofdensen]

iiZombiegoasts

i need some watchs >.>

To smash?  

[Grizzlies offspring]

yes i need them to smash ~takes out a sledge hammer~  

[Nathan Explosions]

good,let the Wayword Kitties have him  

[CFO Charles Ofdensen]

iiZombiegoasts

yes i need them to smash ~takes out a sledge hammer~

... *Opens closet, watches fall out* Have at it.

Nathan, he's on his way to the island now. I hope you didn't have anything to say to him, but time was tight. He kept trying to... eat the Klokateers.  

[Nathan Explosions]

such a tradgety to see todays youth go that route of eating people.......Fat b*****d that Fatty Ding Dongs mad