DARK SHADOWS FORUMS
Members' Mausoleum => Caption This! => Games => Caption This! - 1897 => Topic started by: Mysterious Benefactor on June 28, 2006, 01:09:29 AM
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[crazd]
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"My, God, Evan! I DID warn you about Jamison mixing-in Crazy Glue with the Play-Dough!" :o
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Q: Evan, how did this happen?
M: I know 'ow eet 'appened Quenteen! But I thought eet was 'airy palms a person got, not dees! >:D
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Believing him to be a risen Abraham Lincoln, the rotting corpse of Secretary of War Edmund Stanton pays Quentin an uncomfortable visit. [grim]
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EH: "I know you probably can't tell, but guess what?! My face melted! No shit! Life, huh?"
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Quentin: "I know just how ya feel. Don't ya just hate it when this happens?"
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Magda: Oh Quentin! I remember this happened to my cousin's sister's friend's nephew's brother, then they sold him to a freak show.
Quentin: Really? how much did they get?
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EH: "Well, wish me luck, everybody! I'm off to play tennis with the beautiful people, and then I begin my fabulous new career as a highly-paid male fashion model! Oh, and just on a sidenote, my face melted! Ta!!!"
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Quentin: This proves it! Clothes really do make the Zombie! But, old bean these things need to be buttoned up. You don't want your guts hanging out.
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Quentin: So this is what happens when Petofi's hand doesn't like you?
Magda: Yeah, I think so... if his eye falls out I got dibs!
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Quentin: I see that soap Magda gave you didn't work very well.
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Q: "I'm sorry, but here at Studio '97, we care about appearance. Not everyone can get in. That suit, come on!"
Magda: "Don't you got no class?!"
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EH: "I spy with my little eye... something beginning with C! My own cheekbone! 'Cause my eye's hanging out of its socket! Damn, this is a fun game! Now you go!"
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Quentin: "Can I... touch it?"