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{{useitem|item=Duct tape fedora|text=<Name> shouts at it, "I think I figured it out. You didn't want me to solve this case. You just wanted a patsy to take the fall for you!" It looks confused and a little guilty.|type=combat}} | {{useitem|item=Duct tape fedora|text=<Name> shouts at it, "I think I figured it out. You didn't want me to solve this case. You just wanted a patsy to take the fall for you!" It looks confused and a little guilty.|type=combat}} | ||
{useitem|item=Duct tape fedora|text=<Name> shakes his head. "It's Chinatown, Jake," he says, winking grotesquely.|type=combat}} | {{useitem|item=Duct tape fedora|text=<Name> shakes his head. "It's Chinatown, Jake," he says, winking grotesquely.|type=combat}} | ||
*''[[Dyspepsi-Cola helmet]]:'' | *''[[Dyspepsi-Cola helmet]]:'' | ||
{{useitem|item=Dyspepsi-Cola helmet|text=<Name> spins around, grabs his crotch (er, grabs where the hatrack's legs join the body) and moonwalks a little.|type=combat}} | {{useitem|item=Dyspepsi-Cola helmet|text=<Name> spins around, grabs his crotch (er, grabs where the hatrack's legs join the body) and moonwalks a little.|type=combat}} |
Revision as of 16:13, 1 March 2008
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<Name> whips up an invigorating tonic, mumbling "bork bork bork" as he does. You drink it and feel refreshed.
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<Name> blocks <its> way, shouting "None shall pass without my permission!" It takes a while for <it> to figure out they should just ask for permission. |
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<familiar name> thinks he's at a costume party, and waltzes around to music only he can hear. |
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<Name> tosses a hot coal (where'd he get that? Crazy thing), onto his helmet, then headbutts <it> for a scorching X damage. |
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<Name> spins a couple of fire poi as he dances around, occasionally bonking himself on the head with one. |
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<Name> headbutts it with his butthead, doing 32-35 stinky damage. |
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<Name> says "back off, eh? Ya hoser," and pelts him with snowballs, doing a frosty X (+X) damage. |
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<Name> does a weird, spastic dance to the accompaniment of the balloon helmet's horrible squeaking. The overall effect is "avant-garde." And disturbing. |
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<Name> pays a high-class geisha girl to give you a rejuvenating massage.
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<Name> looks down his nose at him (which is impressive, considering hatracks don't have noses) and sniffs dismissively. He is too demoralized to attack this round. |
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<Name> shouts "A bar! It's comin' right for us!" and punches <it> for X damage. |
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<Name> gets a wistful smile on his face. I guess he just remembered the Alamo. And, uh, was fighting on the other side. |
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<Name> throws his head back so the fez falls off, then says "check it out, I'm a FEZ dispenser!" He laughs maniacally, winking broadly. |
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<Name> says, "no, you're the meathead, meathead! And headbutts her, getting nasty meat-juice all over her for X nasty damage. |
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<Name> dances the traditional dance of his people. The hatrack people. Just go with me on this, okay? |
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<Name> pulls it close and bellows "Do I LOOK like a COP?", scaring approximately X points of bejeezus out of it. |
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<Name> says "where do I get these wonderful toys?" and smiles broadly. |
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<Name> does The Wave. Apparently he thinks he's watching a football game. |
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<Name> produces a doll that look like her, and sticks in a few pins. <It> looks a little weaker. |
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<Name> produces a doll that looks just like you, and gives it a refreshing back-and-shoulder rub.
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<Name> shouts "there are FOUR lights!" and smacks it four times, doing X damage. |
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<Name> says "The Rhumba is futile!" and dances a little fandango to prove his point. |
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<Name> alternates between mooing loudly and trying to tie himself up. He somehow manages to throw some rope over <it>, restraining <it> a little. |
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<Name> says "Damn, Gina, this joke so old!" and does a sarcastic Cabbage Patch. |
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<Name> sings about a blue traffic cone with a blue little window, while dancing and winking like a maniac. Maniac. On the floor. |
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<Name> peers throug the helmet's visor and says "Extra items spotted off the port bow, Captain!" |
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<Name> says "Mrs. Peel, we're needed," and gives you a winking smile. Or a smiling wink. Not sure which. |
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<Name> sighs "ah, l'amour est enfer," and smiles wistfully as he winks at you. |
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<Name> steps between you and it and shouts, "Poof! Whaddayou need. POOF! Whaddayouneed. POOF! What do YOU need." <It's> way too confused to attack this round. |
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<Name> shouts "Begone, filthy human," then giggles manically as he pummels <it> for X damage. |
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<Name> says, "never forget, sir, that I am an ass!" and grins broadly. |
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<Name> arches his back and hisses at <it>, unnerving <it> a little. |
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<Name> smiles like the cat who ate the canary. |
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<Name> says "check out my sexy cerebellum," and winks brainily. |
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<Name> says "you must make sure your monster is properly tenderized," and viciously pummels <it> for X damage. |
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<Name> says "this recipe calls for a little more meat." Man, that hatrack's crazy. Who would eat money? |
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<name> headbutts him with the cold chrome of his helmet, doing a frosty X-30-X damage. |
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<name> shakes his booty, using the shiny helmet as a disco ball. |
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<Name> says "let me introduce you to my terrapin, Jetta," and smiles broadly while you pretend to pet an imaginary turtle. |
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<Name> sings that ridiculously catchy song about buying the world a Cloaca, while swaying back and forth to the beat. |
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<Name> seems to be listening to music, but you can't hear any. "Ah, Ludwig Van," he says, smiling wistfully. |
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<Name> says "I make art until somebody dies!" as he artistically pummels him for A +B +C +D +E +F damage. |
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<Name> sings about his lovely bunch of coconuts while doing a seductive (for a hatrack, anyway) hula. |
- Colander of Em-er'il, after combat:
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<Name> whips you up a refreshing tonic, shouting "BAM!" over and over as he does so. You drink it and feel...well, refreshed.
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<Name> mimes throwing a bunch of frozen shuriken at it. Apparently he's a really good mime, because it takes X damage. |
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<Name> walks up to your fallen foe and kicks it, hoping more loot will drop off of it. |
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With a wink of his eye and a smile on his head, <Name> lets you know you have nothing to dread. |
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<Name> does the whole "hoodoo/who do?/you do!" routine with it, greatly confusing it. |
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You relax and enjoy watching <Name> trying to contact-juggle three glass balls, even though he has no thumbs (or, y'know, any fingers at all).
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<Name> shouts, "I'll shiver ye timbers, ye filthy landlubber!" at her. She looks a little demoralized from the shouting. |
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<Name> tosses him high into the air with his demon horns, dealing a demonic x damage. |
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<Name> calls on some disco mojo to replenish you after your battle. Crazy as it sounds, it seems to work -- you'll be stayin' alive a while longer.
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<Name> busts some funky disco moves. It doesn't look like he's trying to attack, per se, but he accidentally hits it for 1 damage. |
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You relax as <Name> regales you with a rejuvenating tale of the epic battle between the dolphins and the squirrels.
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<Name> says "what does the color blue taste like? Bobo knows!" and lets loose a high-pitched squeak. Your opponent writhes in pain, taking 22 damage. |
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<Name> gestures like he's releasing an energy blast. He doesn't, but the gesture whacks him for X damage. |
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<Name> says "I see you're aligned with Goku," and smiles benevolently. |
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<Name> shouts at it, "I think I figured it out. You didn't want me to solve this case. You just wanted a patsy to take the fall for you!" It looks confused and a little guilty. |
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<Name> shakes his head. "It's Chinatown, Jake," he says, winking grotesquely. |
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<Name> spins around, grabs his crotch (er, grabs where the hatrack's legs join the body) and moonwalks a little. |
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<Name> shows you how to fall asleep against a cactus so that the needles give you free acupuncture. You take a nap and feel refreshed.
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- El Vibrato helmet, after combat:
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<familair> sings "I'm blue, ba da bee da doo ba," while dancing around erratically. Clearly, he's off his trolley. |
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<Name> says "not that it matters...nothing matters," and sneezes all over you. You take a few minutes to clean yourself off, and feel better when you're done.
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<Name> stalks up to her and hands her the dreaded Black Spot. She shivers and looks terrified. |
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<Name> says "there are those who call me...<Name>," and winks knowingly. |
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<familair> holds out his toupee and says "with fronds like these, who needs enemies?" He agrees, at least for this round. |
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<familair> says " Spaaaaaalding...Spaa aaalding, what're we gonna do now, Spalding?" and grins widely. |
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<Name> wraps the scarf around him, then pulls one end, spinning him like a good publicist. He looks pretty dizzy when they finally wind down. |
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<Name> throttles him with the scarf while shouting "tell me what you know! Who are you working for?" |
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<Name> lets loose a menacing "Arrrrrr!" at them. They look suitably intimidarrrted. |
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