Hit 5,000 before WOA 2003?

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I'm tired of copy pasting Holy grail script... It goes too fast, I get the 30 seconds message all too often

 

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So I'l try to actually write my spam myself... Take s abit more time between answers.

 

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Although Monthy Python makes for nice spamming... And I really love the stuff.

 

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Sorry! The administrator has specified that users can only post one message every 30 seconds.

Can't even try to remember how often I've seen that today!

 

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Three times on the last post only... Do I type too fast?

 

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CONCORDE: Idiom, sir?
LAUNCELOT: Idiom!
CONCORDE: No, I feel fine, actually, sir.
LAUNCELOT: Farewell, sweet Concorde!
CONCORDE: I'll-uh, I'll just stay here, then, shall I, sir? Yeah.

 

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Scene 16

LAUNCELOT: Ha-ha! (Now follows one of the most bitchin', brutal, bloody,
gruesome, gory, stupendous, spectacular, scene of Launcelot slicing and dicing
half (to three-quarters) of the inhabitants of aforementioned Swamp Castle) etc.
GUARD #1: Now, you're not allowed to come in here, and we're - ugh!
LAUNCELOT: O fair one, behold your humble servant Sir Launcelot of Camelot.
I have come to take - oh, I'm terribly sorry.
HERBERT: You got my note!

 

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LAUNCELOT: Uh, well, I got A note.
HERBERT: You've come to rescue me!
LAUNCELOT: Uh, well, no, you see -
HERBERT: I knew that someone would, I knew that somewhere... out there...
there must be... [music] ...someone...
FATHER: Stop that, stop that, stop it! Stop it! Who are you?
HERBERT: I'm your son!
FATHER: No, not you.

 

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LAUNCELOT: I'm Sir Launcelot, sir.
HERBERT: He's come to rescue me, father.
LAUNCELOT: Well, let's not jump to conclusions.
FATHER: Did you kill all the guard?
LAUNCELOT: Uh..., oh, yes. Sorry.
FATHER: They cost fifty pounds each.::: :LAUNCELOT: W
ell, I'm awfully sorry, I'm - I really can explain everything.

 

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HERBERT: Don't be afraid of him, Sir Launcelot, I've got a rope all ready!
FATHER: You killed eight wedding guests in all!
LAUNCELOT: Well, you see, the thing is, I thought your son was a lady.
FATHER: I can understand that.
HERBERT: Hurry, Sir Launcelot! Hurry!
FATHER: Shut up! You only killed the bride's father, that's all!
LAUNCELOT: Well, I really didn't mean to...
FATHER: Didn't mean to?! You put your sword right through his head!

 

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LAUNCELOT: Oh, dear. Is he all right?
FATHER: You even kicked the bride in the chest! This is going to cost me a
fortune!
LAUNCELOT: Well, I can explain. I was in the forest, um, riding north from
Camelot, when I got this note, you see -
FATHER: Camelot? Are you from, uh, Camelot?
HERBERT: Hurry, Sir Launcelot!
LAUNCELOT: Uh, I am a Knight of King Arthur, sir.

 

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FATHER: Pretty nice castle, Camelot. Uh, pretty good pig country...
LAUNCELOT: Yes.
HERBERT: Hurry, I'm ready!
FATHER: Would you, uh, like to come and have a drink?
LAUNCELOT: Well, that's, uh, awfully nice of you.
HERBERT: I am ready! [start to leave]
LAUNCELOT: I mean to be, so understanding.

 

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HERBERT: Oooh!
LAUNCELOT: Um, I think when I'm in this idiom, I sometimes get a bit, uh,
sort of carried away.
FATHER: Oh, don't worry about that.
Herbets father cuts the rope [thonk]
HERBERT: Oooh! [splat]

 

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Well, If I don't get beaten to the punch line, that fills up my second whole page

 

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newpage*newpage*newpage*newpage*newpage*newpage*

See Argon, I told you you could not prevent me from making those two whole pages!

Haha! Have at you!