Who gets the last word in?

[nØthing]

No...he said clot. He got cut, and his blood clot is thickening. Duh.

 

[Lhorian]

Cut? Didn't he get shot in the leg?

 

[nØthing]

Bah...it's only a flesh wound!

 

[kamikaze]

Ahhh!!! Its just a scratch!

 

[nafnikufesin]

But your arms off!

 

[xenophobe]

What are you going to do, bleed on me?

 

[nafnikufesin]

All right, we'll call it a draw

 

[xenophobe]

Running away, eh? You yellow bastards!

 

[~Zeanra~]

NEVAH!!!

 

[nØthing]

I'm invincible!!!

 

[Lhorian]

Ni!

 

[nafnikufesin]

We are now the Knights Who Say Ecky-ecky-ecky-ecky-pikang-zoom-boing-mumble-mumble

 

[Lhorian]

O Knights of Ni, you are just and fair, and we will return with a shrubbery.

 

[nafnikufesin]

Then, when you have found the srubbery, you must place it here beside this shrubbery, only slightly higher so you get a two-level effect with a little path running down the middle.

 

[Lhorian]

Stop that! Stop that! You're not going into a song while I'm here. Now listen, lad. In twenty minutes, you're getting married to a girl whose father owns the biggest tracts of open land in Britain.

 

[nafnikufesin]

Not to leave the room even if you come and get him.

 

[Lhorian]

If you cross the street, you can't get out of the kitchen.

 

[xenophobe]

Can you imagine a herds of cats waiting to be sheared? Meow! Meow! Woo hoo hoo.

 

[Lhorian]

I don't imaging herds of cats But it made me think of this line:
Well, what are you doing creeping around a cow shed at two o'clock in the morning? That doesn't sound very wise to me.

 

[kamikaze]

Cow shed?