Steve: You are approaching White Plume Mountain. Ahead of you there is a mountain with a plume above it.
Zack: What color is this plume?
Zack: I conjure an undead horror to serve my whims.
Steve: There is some cool black lightning effects and then a skeleton warrior appears.
Zack: Not really a horror. Oh, well. I tell him, "I command thee noble skeleton, bring me back the three magic items from the dungeon in the mountain over there."
Steve: You can't do that.
Zack: Well, it was worth a try. Alright, me and the skeleton are going into the dungeon. I ask him if he has a name.
Steve: It's a girl skeleton and she can't talk.
Zack: "Looks like I'm going to have to do all the talking, future Mrs. Buddy Jones."
Steve: You approach White Plume Mountain and climb inside.
Zack: That was easy. I'd pretty much die puking if I had to climb a giant volcano in real life.Steve: You're in a realm of adventure.
Zack: When I climbed the mountain I wanted to let the skeleton girl climb ahead of me so I could look up at her butt.
Steve: Yes, but you're not turned on at all.
Zack: She needs to take better care of herself.
The singer dove off the stage and crowd surfed in a sort of reverse funeral procession where the person being carried is the only one truly alive. Touching him I felt religious ecstasy and started speaking in tongues and requesting songs that didn't exist.
There's no easy way to put this, so I'll tell it like it is. Bouillon is died. He went missing before the weekend and yesterday I found his skeletonized remains at the bottom of the #3 soup vat during one of my swims. I thought the cream of mushroom soup had an especially nourishing taste, and a lot more clumps of fur and skin than usual.
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