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He pelts you with deep-fried lard. You haven't been this greasy since -- well, let's not talk about that. {{ouch|4}} {{element|sleaze}} | He pelts you with deep-fried lard. You haven't been this greasy since -- well, let's not talk about that. {{ouch|4}} {{element|sleaze}} | ||
|miss= | |miss=He tries to grab you with his war tongs, but you point out that his batburgers are burning. | ||
|critical= | He tries to coat you in grease and fry you, but you're nobody's fryer. | ||
He tries to baste you with wing sauce. You don't have an escape plan, but you wing it, and you successfully evade the attack. | |||
|critical=He cooks up six batburgers, then uses a pair of tongs in each hand to juggle them briefly before pelting you with them. You end up with six hockey-puck-shaped burn marks. {{ouch|5}} {{element|hot}} | |||
|fumble=?}} | |fumble=?}} |
Revision as of 00:32, 29 June 2007
War Frat Grill Sergeant | |
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Monster ID | 502 |
Locations | The Battlefield (War Hippy Fatigues) |
Hit Points | 100 |
Attack | 190 |
Defense | 148 |
No-Hit | 200 |
Initiative | 50 |
Meat | None |
Phylum | orc |
Elements | sleaze |
Resistance | None |
Monster Parts | arm, head, leg, torso |
Drops | Frat Army FGF, kick-ass kicks, Monstar energy beverage, PADL Phone, war tongs |
Manuel Entry | |
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This is one of the most skilled barbecue chefs the frat has ever seen -- it's only natural that they'd recruit him as a combat cook. He can make wing sauce so hot that God himself couldn't eat it, he can cook a burger so the inside's well done and the outside is medium rare, and he can deep fry just about anything, including the fry oil itself. Never has flaming, burning death been so irresistibly tasty.
Hit Message(s):
He bastes you with his new icy-hot wing sauce. Turns out it's more icy than hot. Brrrrrrrrrrr. (cold damage)
The grill sergeant pulls out a bottle of lighter fluid, hoses you down with it, and lights a match. You can guess what ensues.
You're on fire! (hot damage)
He pelts you with deep-fried lard. You haven't been this greasy since -- well, let's not talk about that. Eek! Ooh! Eek! Oof! (sleaze damage)
He cooks up six batburgers, then uses a pair of tongs in each hand to juggle them briefly before pelting you with them. You end up with six hockey-puck-shaped burn marks. Argh! Ugh! Ooh! Ow! Ooh! (hot damage)
He tries to grab you with his war tongs, but you point out that his batburgers are burning.
He tries to coat you in grease and fry you, but you're nobody's fryer.
He tries to baste you with wing sauce. You don't have an escape plan, but you wing it, and you successfully evade the attack.
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![]() | You acquire an item: war tongs (? chance)* |
![]() | You acquire an item: Monstar energy beverage (? chance)* |
![]() | You acquire an item: kick-ass kicks (? chance)* |
![]() | You acquire an item: Frat Army FGF (? chance)* |
![]() | You acquire an item: PADL Phone (? chance)* |
You gain ? <substat>. |
Occurs at The Battlefield (Mysterious Island) (in War Hippy Fatigues).
Notes
- Weak to cold (assumed to be sleaze aligned).