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|text=''The history, herewith, of Mortimer Strauss,<br />Who never could wait 'til his wife left the house,<br />For he'd call up his mistresses, seven-and-twenty,<br />The fun they had? Sordid. The acts they did? Plenty.<br />They frabled their snoobles! They pandled their banglers!<br />He'd grindy her vormins! She'd shmooby his danglers!<br />When Mortimer died (with a smile on his face),<br />He awoke as a wind-beset wraith in this place.'' | |text=''The history, herewith, of Mortimer Strauss,<br />Who never could wait 'til his wife left the house,<br />For he'd call up his mistresses, seven-and-twenty,<br />The fun they had? Sordid. The acts they did? Plenty.<br />They frabled their snoobles! They pandled their banglers!<br />He'd grindy her vormins! She'd shmooby his danglers!<br />When Mortimer died (with a smile on his face),<br />He awoke as a wind-beset wraith in this place.'' | ||
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|miss= | |miss=He does is most damndest to bangle your frangle<br />But try as he might, you're quite un-frangle-bangled. | ||
Mortimer tries to slap your behind<br />But he's floating so fast that he has to slap blind. | |||
He asks you for your astrological sign,<br />You say that it's, "Stop," and then he starts to whine. | |||
Mortimer tries to fandoogle your vurbles<br />But you dodge him so quickly the air 'round you burbles. | |||
He goes off to flirt with another sad wraith,<br />He'll be back in a minute, though, you just have faith! | |||
|critical= | |critical= | ||
|fumble= | |fumble= | ||
Revision as of 12:31, 5 January 2012
| Mortimer Strauss | |
|---|---|
| Monster ID | 1129 |
| Locations | The Maelstrom of Lovers |
| Hit Points | 75% of Monster Defense |
| Attack | Player's Moxie+2 (min 10, max 150) |
| Defense | Player's Muscle+2 (min 10, max 150) |
| Initiative | 50 |
| Meat | None |
| Phylum | undead |
| Elements | None |
| Resistance | None |
| Monster Parts | arm, head, leg, torso |
| Drops | jar full of wind, jar full of wind, Mortimer's nostrum |
| Manuel Entry | |
| refreshedit data | |
You're fighting Mortimer StraussThe history, herewith, of Mortimer Strauss,
Who never could wait 'til his wife left the house,
For he'd call up his mistresses, seven-and-twenty,
The fun they had? Sordid. The acts they did? Plenty.
They frabled their snoobles! They pandled their banglers!
He'd grindy her vormins! She'd shmooby his danglers!
When Mortimer died (with a smile on his face),
He awoke as a wind-beset wraith in this place.
Hit Message(s):
not known
not known
He does is most damndest to bangle your frangle
But try as he might, you're quite un-frangle-bangled.
Mortimer tries to slap your behind
But he's floating so fast that he has to slap blind.
He asks you for your astrological sign,
You say that it's, "Stop," and then he starts to whine.
Mortimer tries to fandoogle your vurbles
But you dodge him so quickly the air 'round you burbles.
He goes off to flirt with another sad wraith,
He'll be back in a minute, though, you just have faith!
not known
Occurs at The Maelstrom of Lovers.
