I see Helmuth towering in the middle there, if they take a moment to think, he’ll play a deciding role here. And, if Lowell has achieved “Boblike” state of Nirvana, he’ll come out paint free. Or maybe not. Come out, that is.
And look, there’s me! Second from right in front row.
That cave a foot deep in paintball goop….
Wonder if they will award each team a prize or deduct for every shot that hits Kara?
Lowell won’t be happy happy when they get done.
When Hubris gets revenge, no court in the world would convict him.
Lack of evidence.
I see Helmuth towering in the middle there, if they take a moment to think, he’ll play a deciding role here. And, if Lowell has achieved “Boblike” state of Nirvana, he’ll come out paint free. Or maybe not. Come out, that is.
And look, there’s me! Second from right in front row.
Cry ‘Havoc!’, and let slip the bankers of war!
How are the raccoons going to figure into this battle?
They will probably flee and go looking for the buffet….
Heh. *There’s* Paste’s brother
I gather you’re referring to the bloke second from left, who does look rather ornery a la Paste.
Should have been a … between him’ and ‘much’. “Don’t shoot him… much.”
Sometimes I really feel sorry for Lowell . . . . sometimes . . . .
[gleeful chortle]