The End of Challenge #8
The challenge has been cast. The gauntlet thrown down. Many have been called, few have answered. On the planet Hacknor... On Fire Island D, twelve brave contestants will compete. Who will falter? Who will thrive? Who will be
Again Gladiators, this one was too close for comfort.
Who's bumbling, rambling, semi-coherent announcing neither kept the spectators glued to their seats nor furthered the storyline of the competitors?
It's with heavy heart (12% lead, 23% plutonium) that I must send one of you proverbially and/or literally packing.
Gyrobo, you are not Last Gladiator Standing. Goodbye.
Stay tuned for challenge #9.
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posted by Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator at 9:37 PM
7 Comments:
Oh No, my Insane Robot Clown Posse' is leaving. But who will butter out toast with pencils, who will wake us each morning by throwing axel grease filled balloons at us and who will tell us stories late into the night that make us question the very fabric of the universe.
Who I say? Who?
I'm sad to see Gyrobo go, I thought he had talent.
Yay! Severance package time!
A lifetime supply of refried lard?! Joy!
*raises glass of cognac in salute*
You will be missed, evil robot.
I'll miss you all as well, but only in theory. In practice, I'm required to get on the "big jet" and sail away to the Land of Broken Glass.
I'm shocked! I was sure it was going to be Charles.
Koma: *coughmetoocough*
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