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Welcome to Blue Jays Dungeon Chat! |
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SalGood: Oh....oh God. Where am I? |
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Monster: HSSSSSSSSSSSSSS |
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SalGood: AHHHH WHAT THE HELL |
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Monster: Be not afraid! I can help you through this wicked place. |
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SalGood: Why should I listen to you!? |
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Monster: Run and I chase. Fight and I spit fire. Extend your hand and I will lead. |
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SalGood: /extends hand |
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Monster: /spits fire |
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SalGood: Dah! Jesus! |
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Monster: Lata bitch |
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**Online Host** Monster has left the chat room |
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SalGood: Hello? Is anybody here? |
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**Online Host** Be still. You are in a wicked place and should use caution. |
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SalGood: But what is this place? What did I do to deserve this? |
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**Online Host** You suck at baseball and have the goofiest 'stache since Rollie Fingers. |
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SalGood: What do I do? |
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**Online Host** You wait. |
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SalGood: Down here? I'll die for sure! This is the most hollow Godless hell hole imagineable! I won't listen. |
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**Online Host** Make a stand and you're through. All you can do now is sit back and hope that the Nationals don't select you. Maybe you'll get lucky and Doug Mirabelli will get hurt or something. |
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SalGood: Really? That's it? No adventure, stand against higher power, or anything? |
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**Online Host** You're Sal Fasano. If you try to do anything you'll screw it up and make a blooper reel. |
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SalGood: I think you're bluffing. |
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**Online Host** I think you're nothing. |
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SalGood: Touche. |
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**Online Host** To be continued...
hopefully |
