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Hey, it was the goat's body, and I told him he could kill it however he wanted.
Unfortunately, I'm not sure even he imagined his death would be caused by drowning in his own blood.
Whatever the case, after his death, I put about a quart of hydrogen peroxide directly into his lungs, and held his mouth close to an open flame. The massive amount of hydrogen escaping his lungs made him into the world's first dead fire breathing goat.

 

From Politics to how your anally-breathing goat is going to die. I Love Terra Arcanum.

 

Its common knowledge that any thread other than stuff in the RP thread will statistically devolve into psycho-spam within five to ten posts, with few exceptions. I'm surprised this one made it as long as it did, then Xento the spam-bot showed up and it was all over with.

Oh well, dead goats are more interesting anyways.

 

Depending on what situation you put them in of course....

 

Here ya go, all ready and waiting for you....

 

I call a back leg. Actually I have to admit that I have tried goat meat on many occasions and am suprised at how good it tastes.

 

I much prefer sheep.

 

You sick little monkey!

 

So, exactly how many goat wangs have you fellated? Ah, ha ha. Just kidding.
You should try rattlesnake. It's very tender, has a high nutritional value, and is easy to cook. The weird thing is, after skinning the snake, their skin starts to writhe around.

 

And I bet they are fun trying to kill Gross?

 

Damn straight! .22 with a scope!

 

A .22? A REAL man does it with a rawhide mallet.

 

No, a real man pulls a knife blade out of it's handle and sticks the handle end into his urethra, then starts a crazed spree of cock-slapping.

Forcing needles backwards into one's testicles to create maces is an optional extra five points on the Man-O-Meter.

 

Xento right before his daring escape from the hospital-

 

The only knife I have available with which to go on a cock-slapping gorefest is far too heavy to maintain within my urethra for more than a few minutes. That, and it's a memento from a Japanese chef, circa 1939.
As for the ball thing, my scrotal area doesn't allow for the approximate foot or so of stretching required to properly utilize my family jewels as bone-breaking, skin puncturing balls of doom.
The above may be seen as excuses, but to take a cobbler's two ounce rawhide mallet, find a rattlesnake, and crush its skull with compressed leather, is rather difficult, if not satisfying.

 

I like that. If I had a personality and no avatar, that would be mine.

 

...With all that I've seen you post, there is no doubt in my mind that you have some fom of personality. Either that, or an absence of self consciousness.

 

He doesn't, you're quite simply mistaking his personality for a lack of one.