Author Topic: King Of The Hill - WHY YOU LITTLE  (Read 94426 times)

I move both of you off of the hill and sit in the cabin.

My hill.

I come by and offer to turn the cabin into an entire stronghold and spearmen protect it.

Our hill.

Spearmen? We got shotties! The texans return because there's still oil under your stronghold. They continue to drill.

Texas' hill.

Kentucky invades and runs you guys off.
'yeeee boy!




m' 'ill

(my hill)


My hill because I said so.

Hill, mine. Nao

I send monday Jesus to burn you all with KFC grease.
My burnt and delicious hill.


Your hill? My hill, who's hill? His hill?



My hill.

Nonnel uses Confusion!
It's very effective!

My hill.

I go on the hill and offer you a beer, you accept it and when you're done, you realize not only you're drunk - the Beer had been drugged! You fall a sleep, then you wake up, tied to a tree. The tree on the other hill.
My hill?

alcohol sucks.

>my hill.

Alcohol refuses to suck your hill
distraught, the hill is immolated in its own flaming tears, killing all on it.
It is no more than a heap of molten dirt.

Nonexistent hill

I form a hill out of nowhere and claim it as territory for the fire nation.

my stronghold hill.

I pour vodka on it.

My hill