Those poor fanboys. That vixen looks good in this picture.

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Dolores Umbridge: You may have heard rumors that a certain King of Rock and Roll is still alive. This...is...a...lie.
Harry: IT'S NOT LIE, I SAW HIM!

funny

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Everything I type is a lie....but then its not a lie....but then it is....hmmm....

that is just PRICELESS XD

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The Kamehameha is over rated and over used. Vote Hadouken and its variants today!

awwww....DX

i wonder what was his idea...

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well....sucks to be them...lol ^^

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- In every 100 people that want to write a book, only 1 sits down and starts it.
- In every 100 that start writing, only 1 will complete it.
- In every 1,000 that complete their book, only 1 will get it published...

which one are you??

Bob Barker strikes again!

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"The Creator had a lot of remarkably good ideas when he put the world together, but making it understandable hadn't been one of them."
-Terry Pratchett, "Mort"

How do they pee?

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Impia tortorum longos hic turba furores
Sanguinis innocui, non satiata, aluit.
Sospite nunc patria, fracto nunc funeris antro,
Mors ubi dira fuit vita salusque patent.

Score one for the vixen!

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--HamatoKameko

I made you suffer and that doesn't feel right. I thought my knife would snuff you out like a light. How rude of me! A quick beheading will end your fright!

Zucca Xerfantes blinks as a pair of nondescript jackals run past him, screaming, wailing and denouncing their parents, their world and their God.

The wolf looks to the vixen who had just finished fixing her coffee. He puts down his book and strides through the large, spacious, mostly empty library to meet the attractive vixen.

"More trouble with the local dweeb population?" He asks, fixing himself a mug of black coffee with one packet of Splenda.

"Ugh... Is there no peace to be had?" Mildred groaned, noticing the wolf is in fact fully proportioned and is wearing pants, classifying him as non-fanboy.

"I wouldn't worry about it. Something else may eventually draw their attention away. Like the X-Box for example. A device that drains hours of life away without giving much in return except an earful of irascible expletives uttered by pontificating prepubescent punks and a slightly higher blood pressure." He says.

"Humph. I shouldn't have to be on my guard all the time." Abzug replies, taking another long sip. "Oh great... here come more..."

The wolf turns to a trio of pants-challenged fanboys and fixes them with a stare, his ocean blue eyes never blinking. Mildred is certain she hears whispering, but doesn't see the wolf's lips moving. The fanboys grow pale, whimper and flee.

"You were saying?" The wolf says, sipping his own coffee.

Mildred blinked, then shrugged. "Anyway... like I was saying, this shouldn't even be happening to me, you know? I mean, it's not like I'm a model for a car, or beer, or even a magazine... It's a freaking tank manufacturer!"

Zucca shrugged. "Times have changed. No matter what is seen or where, it will sooner or later wind up on the internet, and from there, millions will see it. A percentage of those who share similar interests, in this case, inflation, saw one of the... ahem... incidents in the Acme studio photoshoot that had been caught on video and it spread like wildfire in their communities."

The vixen groaned, remembering the 'incidents' he referred to. While Acme made terrific compressed cylinders, they bought their hose systems from a sub-par maker. As she was standing in front of one of the cylinders in her bikini, a hose came loose and somehow wound up right under her tail and up where the sun doesn't shine. The crew were so flabbergasted they didn't do anything until she was eight feet wide, glossy, smooth and round as a beachball. It had taken her DAYS to get all that air out...

"Well they should still leave me alone! I did a little experiment with a fanboy not too long ago... showed him a bit of a peek... the freak became a victim of spontaneous combustion!" She exclaimed.

The wolf shrugs, finishing his coffee. "As I said, they will leave you be eventually. You will have naught to worry about one of these days." He says, patting her shoulder, his hand passing over her coffee...

Millie gave a huff and nodded. "Yeah... I guess it'll stop one of these days. Thanks, mister."

The wolf gives an accommodating bow and smiles. "Think nothing of it." He says, walking off.

Millie sipped her coffee, finishing it. 'What a nice guy...' She thought to herself. 'Wish those freaks who always rush me were as nice.'

'Or as subtle and resourceful.' The psychic wolf muses to himself as he climbs to the balcony over the rest of the huge library room, watching her as she rubs her belly.

"Ugh... gassy..." She groans, not having seen the little blue tablet he'd slipped into her drink. "Wh-What?!" She yelps as her red fur turns a darkish blue and her white fur turns a light blue. She begins to swell all over, clothing tightening uncomfortably. "AIIIEEEE!!!" She howls in rage, automatically assuming the pair of fanboys as the culprits.

The wolf chuckles, watching her from up top, muzzle resting on his chin. "Or as sneaky..."

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*Zucca, the Unbreakable Eternal Optimist and Hopeless Romantic*

"Among the many misdeeds during the British rule of India, history will look upon the act of depriving a whole nation of arms as the blackest." -Gandhi

"E pluribus unum." -Look it up

Fahn Boi sees the comic and shudders. "Ugh... I'd hate to be one of those guys..." He says.

He hops off his chair and heads to his closet, wondering which fur-tone pair of fully-encompassing lower bodysuits he'd wear today...

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*Zucca, the Unbreakable Eternal Optimist and Hopeless Romantic*

"Among the many misdeeds during the British rule of India, history will look upon the act of depriving a whole nation of arms as the blackest." -Gandhi

"E pluribus unum." -Look it up