If it keeps out space, then there's no space...for you...on

My hill.

There's always space for chaos on


My hill.

The Golden Wall will be the name of the Chinese Restaurant on My Hill.

Sorry, I ordered 'No MSG' on

My hill.

I bribe a health inspector to shut down the restaurant and then move onto the hill, kick the msg person off with a giant acme mechanical boot and then open a feather boa and custard tap shop.om the hill.

My hill.

Excuse me. The -00's called and they want their custard back. Your silly shop is bulldozed on

My hill.

I AM THE BULLDOZER!

MY HILL

That's Bull all right, on My Hill.

I stampede a herd of Bulls, crushing all in their path on

My hill.

My industrial strength meat grinder makes delicous burgers out of your stampede and I host a BBQ on

My hill.

I bring my special hot sauce to the BarBque. No one knows what hit them on My Hill.

I'lI bring the industrial sized grills, and we'll have a party on

My Hill

You forgot the drinks.
No problem. I bring plenty of those and, in your gratitude, you proclaim me king on


My hill.

You forgot dips...

I have dips.. Bbq, spicey, salsa and a few hundred other kinds of dip...

My hill for I am the king of condiments.

Dips? Without chips? Such sacrilege will not be tolerated at my BBQ on

My hill.

Seeing as your 'merican, I assume you mean crisps. SO WHY ARE YOU PUTTING ANYTHING ON THEM!!!

I BURN YOU FOR HERESY ON MY HILL!!!!

I open a keg, and put out the bonfire, on My Hill.

I find the sight of Snurl 'putting out the fire' mildly disturbing on


My hill.

Anything left in the keg that snurl brought to

My hill?

Here.. Take this barrel of 90% whiskey...

That Il make a man out of ya..

My hill as your all utterly hammered.

It'll take more than whiskey to get me hammered and overthrown on

My hill.

I banhammer you on

My Hill

You roll a 1, fumble, and ban yourself from My Hill.

I bribe Snurl with tickets to a Hammer movie marathon, and resume control of



My hill.

I take up Ember Lords fallen banhammer and banhammer you into oblivion on

My Hill

MC Hammer called and he wants his banhammer back, no banhammer time on

My hill.

Minecraft is dead on

MY HILL

No Minecraft? Good. Lollapalooza '17 is scheduled to be held on

My hill.

I learned a bunch of new tricks from the Hammer films. I can't wait to try them out on My Hill.

Hill.. No dear sir that Hill is mine...

Now I shall find a top hat, a monicle, and a mug of tea with a crumpet...

The hill is mine.. My britishness shall rule all.

Sorry, you have a Brexit II vote and finally leave

My hill.

Ireland FTW. My army of well-meaning drunkards attack the hill. We may not do it right, but we do it with heart.

Me Hill

I declare the hill to be a dry county and the Irish all leave in disgust.


My hill.

There's no dry counties allowed around here, it's always Happy Hour on

My hill.

It won't take an hour, but i'll be happy to take back My Hill.

I wait for Snurl to leave for work, then retake



My hill.

I find you waiting in the spike pit when I return to My Hill.

Admiral Akbar was right! Its a trap! on My Hill

I levitate over the traps, and throw you into one on

My Hill

I deny the witch causing you to fall into the trap on


My hill.

It's all been smoke and mirrors to keep you distracted and off of

My hill.

Congratulations for capturing the hill. Unfortunately, that hill is just a reflection. Stupid ork...

This is the real hill. Its called My Hill.

Your hil is obstructing my view of Venus.
I blow it up with my illudium q-36 explosive space modulator, then set up an observatory on


My hill.

You see plenty of stars when I bash in your head and take back My Hill.

While all of you are bashing each other's heads in with rocks I lead an armored assault on the Hill, and you are all crushed beneath my iron treads

My Hill

Tiny 'umie tin cans...I cast 'Foot of Gork' with irresistible force and flatten all armor on

My hill.

I cast "Get Off My Hill". Poof!! No orks on

My Hill

More sorcery form EmberlordofFire I see. Excellent. Your skills are improving, but you have much to learn.
Now go and study while I go and find an ice pack for my head on


My hill.

I pick up where we left off, and I bash your head in again on

My Hill

Ow

I upgrade to a stronger helmet with a morphine pump on


My hill.

I hit you where your not armoured and send you off the hill..

My hill...
*smokes a many cigar*

While I respect a fellow cigar aficionado, there's only room for my humidor on

My hill.

I ban smoking on

My Hill

I set you on fire. Since you are smoking, you gotta get off of My Hill. When you are gone I unban smoking and fire up a sweet cherry swisher.

I buy all of you cigar aficionados tickets for a Carribean cruise with the Cigar General. Send him greetings and libations from me. While you are away, I pull out a lawn chair and a tall cool glass of Gatorade and chill out on


My hill.

I'm a smoldering corpse on

Chaos Legionnaire's Hill

YAY! FIRE!

MY HILL!

Smoke 'em, if you got 'em on

My hill.

Hey! Can't you see I'm relaxing here?
I turn on the garden hose and chase you all off of


My hill.

While you chase them with the hose, I sit in the lawn chair and spray you with 9mm, on My Hill.

Curfew! Time for you kids to get off of

My hill.

I'm still dead on

Big Waaagh's Hill

You're welcome to hang out and decompose on

My hill.

See now by law this kill is not a legal burial ground..

I'm afraid to tell you this is my hill.
Please make you way dead or alive off to the McDonalds over there.

My Big Mac attack drives you off of

My hill.

The burger was badly cooked by a plague marines.

Your rather ill and unable to hold the hill.

My hill. I never ate one.

I lure you off of the hill with some fish and chips then casually retake


My hill.

You're covered with grease from frying all the fish and chips, and slip, unceremoniously, down the slope of

My hill.

I have returned from the grave to give the living haircuts on

My Hill

Oooh, looks good, nice haircut! But how could you forget the hot towels? No get off of

My hill.

I snap you repeatedly with a hot towel until you run screaming from


My hill.

Your towel cools down. I slap you off of My Hill.

There'll be none of this "slapping" nonsense on

My hill.

I get tricky.

Grab some paint and a sign and put a "75% off all forgeworld sale, one day only sign with a arrow"

I saunter onto thr hill and claim... My hill.

I muster my legions, lock and load, and give the order to.....ooooh..... 75% off??!?

I'll be right back.

*I pull put a laptop and forgot yo mention it applies online...*

I shop and still get discount on my hill... Ooh free shipping voucher code.... Bingo!

I deliver your packages. When you open them, the explosion blows you clean off of My Hill.

I boot Jokey Smurf off of


My hill.

Unfortunately, while delivering said booting, your boot gets stuck in Jokey Smurf's, well, you know, and you both roll like a weird Siamese Twin down

My hill.

Whilst you claim victory secretly place a large flag on the hill behind you and claim thr hill myself.

I then enjoy a cup of tea brought by jeaves my butler.

My hill old chap.
Fins somewhere else to play cricket.

I find the scones and bring tea back from China on

My Hill

Tea? Get that British nonsense off

My Hill

But you where once British!

I lead my red coats up the hill and reclaim the hill for the queen!

We then do the only British thing possible and build a pub.. Then sit with a pint and fish and chips...

My hill.

A Pint! Fish and Chips! I'll be the first customer on Your Hill.

Tepid beer! Not on

My hill.

Colonials... I throw you and your "beer" or whatever imitation that is... off my hill, and then serve only good ales and whiskey...

Come back with tonmy hill with jack danials.. Then we might be able to let you in.

Jack Daniels? Real men...and women...drink Bourbon on

My hill.

I retake the hill while this lot is at their weekly AA meeting.

My hill.

Quiet! Can't you see we're in the middle of an AA meeting on

My hill.

I end the meeting by showing up with a keg of refreshments on My Hill.

(True story: i got invited to all of the parties in college because I was the only one strong enough to carry the half barrels up to the second floor. )

I denounce snurl as a weakling. There will be no second floors on

My Hill.

That's because they're crushed under the skyscrapers on

My hill.

I came in like a wrecking ball on

My Hill

I recycle the debris from the smashed skyscrapers, and use the cash to buy back My Hill.

I ripzou off on

Mon 'ill

Lookey, lookey! I've got NIB TK Tomb Guard for sale on

My hill.

Go and peddle your wares elsewhere. This is


My hill.

Capitalism knows no bounds...except for those on

My hill.

See now i buy you out and claim your shops and hill as my own.

My hill.. Please find the new custard factory if you seek employment stirring a 150kg wooden spoon 14 hours a day.

Please call.. On
My hill.

I whack you with a 150kg wooden spoon until you give me back

My Hill

The spoon was made of balsa wood as I'm too cheap to buy a decent spoon.

It breaks when you try to hit me and I enslave you in my custad factory working a hamster wheel turning a little converter belt of per packaged custard.

My hill.

My legions attack, like custard's last stand, on My Hill.

I blow the charges and flood the hill with slowly going off custard and leave it rather yellow.

There your hill is now a monument to the power of custard.

My Bulldog is given the task to clean up all the wayward custard and does so with great joy on

My hill.

YES!! DOGGO!!!!

BigWaaagh's Hill

Your dog is sent packing by my cat, on My Hill.

YAY!! KITTEH!!!

My Hill!

There'll be hairballs being spit up on

My hill.

Don't you dare hurt that cat on

My Hill

Cats are purrfect on My Hill.

I lie down and pet the cat on

My hill.

Yeah. You keep doing that while I retake the hill.

You may stay, if you wish on

My hill.

Oh, hellz no! I put those visiting fleabag-ridden felines through all nine of their lives on

My hill.

NOOO! MAH KITTEH!! I abandon the hill to consolidate my furry friend.

BigWaaagh's Hill

PETA has Big Waaagh shut down and banished from the hill.

My legions and I then proceed to drive them all off of the hill using those 3rd edition red plastic whippy sticks.


My hill.

Your third ed mini have fur. PETA turns on you, while me and the kitteh return to

My Hill

You've forced my hand on this. I unleash Squig herd to deal with all remaining kitties on

My hill.

I go in to hiding while I wait for War Kittens feral legion to liberate. This is not the last you've seen of me on

BigWaaagh's Hill

Did someone say the feral legions? Like a living tide we rise up and shred BigWaagh into many pieces. I then name Emberlord the Castellan of

My Hill

I load up my band of trusty battlesquid now bringing .50 cals and grenade launchers.

We then retake the hill. Build a excellent statue of a solid gold one eyes cyclopic bacon god and proclaim ... My hill...

.50 cals...
grenade launchers...
Pffft!
Here. Enjoy this M.O.A.B.

Once the dust settles, I reclaim the hill, melt down the grotesque idol and use the gold to purchase a whole lotta real bacon on


My hill.

Bring your "B" over here to join my "L & T" on

My hill.

Tomatoes have no place on


My Hill.

Tomato haters are banned from My Hill. And Caterpillars too. Because they eat Tomato plants.

Toast is up! It's time to put together a delicious platter of BLT's and have a feast on

My hill.

My squid return with best and retake the hill using the power of alcohol. I then get my squid to don top hats, monicles and mc hammer suits and claim.

My hill.

You can't touch this...

My hill.

Did you really think I'd be defeated so easily? The Feral Legions rise up (again) and swamp all before them in cat fur and hairballs.

My Hill

Cry 'Havoc' and let slip the dogs of war...or in this case, the bounding, gato gobbling Squig herd on

My hill.

In my book, squig=ball, so I have a game of blood bowl on


My Hill

I place my bets, order a beer and a Hot Dog, and sit back to watch the game on

My hill.

The game is rained out. A rain of shot and shell from my 155mm howitzers. When the barrage is lifted, i reclaim my barren Hill.

Your "hill" is nothing but a scorched shell crater...which I immediately backfill with several hundred tons of earth and then landscape with gardens, sod and meticulously maintained Koi ponds in order to rebuild

My new and improved hill.

P.S. You're all invited to the Grand Opening BBQ! BYOB.

I transform your meticulously landscaped hill into Nurgle's garden and populate it with plague marines.

My hill.

Once again I claw my way up from beneath the cold ground, scare away your plague marines, and howl at the solar eclipse on My Hill.

Put a sock in it with that howling, will ya! And look at the mess you guys made! Hey, landscape crew, get back to work on

My hill.

I carpet bomb the hill with napalm because:

a) It removes the landscaping nicely, and

b) I love the smell.


My hill.

I clad my battle squid in fire resistance potions, arm the new auto cannond and drive you from the hill in a hail of Lego bullets made of adamantium..
They can wound on any surface.

My hill...
Now to enjoy some well deserved bacon.

My Vortex grenade clears all this tentacled nonsense...but not the bacon...off of

My hill...now quit fething with the landscaping. It's shady and cool.

Death to landscapes!!

My Hill

Die! Landscape destroyer. My Hill shall stand forever!

DIE DESTROYER OF LANDSCAPE DESTROYERS!!!

EMBER'S HILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Enough of this....

I overrun the hill with CHAOS TANKS!!!


My hill.

Chaos!

Nooo.
*I arm my squid with grav guns and fedoras and drive back the tanks.

Later I plant some lovely trees that glow in the dark when hug them as lols.

My hill...

Oh, look! Glow in the dark trees to aid my nocturnal assault to take back

My hill.

Alright alright.
Christmas is over. I clear off all of those lighted trees (and Orks) from


My hill.

I light up your chaos troops with a flame thrower, and watch them dance around as they burn, on My Hill.

Sorry, you're out of prometheum for that big lighter of yours, now get off of

My hill. Oooh, look at all the pretty burning Chaos Marines! Who's got marshmallows?

My squid being me and a marshmellow pile...

We trick you into a sugar coma and calim the hill.

My hill. Go my squid, build my hill into the greatest hill ever.

I bring batter, lemon wedges, marinara sauce and a deep fryer...Calamari for everyone on

My hill.

The squid you eat turns out to have a rare toxin that causes you to get thr compulsive urge to to purchase 1000 pyrovore models. Good lucking finding a use for em.

While you run off i reclaim the hill and declare my hill...

I use the bounty of Tyranid goodness as spiky projectiles to fire from my Pyrovore cannon in order to drive you from

My hill...while dipping deliciously golden fried Calamari in spicy marinara sauce. Nom, nom...Orcs, putting the "omni" in "omnivore".

A troop of brownies runs you off of My Hill.

I deploy a squad of noise marines to put on a heavy metal concert, driving your brownies, screaming and crying, from


My hill.

My squid fall back and return with large tanks on mechanical tenticles firing shells of solid forged bacon and Lego bricks filled with napalm.

Re claim thr hill in a barage of fire and raise a tall flag pole so all can see this is

My hill.

I tear down flag pole and use it to swat away ridiculous squid tanks from

My hill.

I stuff you into the hole the flagpole came out of, then use the pole to driv you into the ground like a nail. Then I console my frightened brownie troop on My Hill.

Orc too big for puny hole...I skewer brownies on pole, roast them over fire, add a little squid seasoning and make kabob treats for boyz on

My hill.

Your dark and horrific sacrifice draws the attention of Chaos.
My legions arrive and add you and your ork rabble to the pyres.
We then summon an enormous Sta-Puft marshmallow man which we skewer with the pole and toast over the fire on


My hill.

Ibsee all this jersey, and summon the ancient sea god to clense this hill of your dark gods.

My squid watch as waves of flying explosive puffer fish who devour your legions.

My hill, I raise a a tower built of sponge and glow in the dark coral.

Now I have a palace on my hill.

Not anymore. Me and the ladz ride our Boars all over silly little palace, reducing it to small pebble sized rubble and then rake it into a Japanese garden...Orcs need to chill some times too, but only on

My hill.

The raking disturbs my zombies, who lurk just below the ground. They rise amongst the chillin' orks, and devour their small unused brains. Then they vigilantly guard My Hill.

Napalm sticks to zombies too!

My legions nape the hill with an air strike.

I then issue bags of marshmallows to the troops and we resume chillin on


My hill.

I leave my lab cackling.

I unless a Sarah Palin, Donald trump, spider, squid and orky hybrid mutant force armed with only the finest bright pink giant fly swatters.

I reclaim thr hill with somthibf so horrific that you run in fear.
My hill... Now where did I leave my book..

I am become Hill, mountain of moles.

My Hill.

You are easily distracted by haz cheeseburgers, now get off of

My hill...back to chillin'.

The health inspector condems your grill and evicts you from the hill.

I pay him a bonus, claim thr hill and erect a statue of a mighty squid made of pure doom rider cocaine.

Ha.. My hill.

I reposess the hill and you lose your erection on My Hill.

Man, you go out to meet some friends, come back and find blow and Jack-o-Lanterns all over

My hill.

The Jack O' Lanterns have big pointy teeth, which they use to devour you, on My Hill.

Jack-o-Lanterns, driving off the Waaagh? You gourd-a be kidding me! I "squash" your attempts at usurpation, now roll off of

My hill.

At this time of year, any Jack O' Lanterns still about are filled with the rot of Nurgle. The spores are released and your Waaah goes gagging and wheezing off of My Hill.

I release a ravenous swarm of angry honey badgers and you are all quickly driven from


My hill.

Yeah, but they soon leave because 'Honey Badger don't care", now back to your regularly scheduled Waaagh on

My hill.

I distract your waaaugh with a bright shiny thing and re-take my hill.

I distract you with a bag of Halloween candy and retake the hill.

I take the further precaution of squidproofing the hill against the advent of any invasion by jhe90.

Squid proof doesn't stop Squigs...once again, I chillax on

My hill.

Squid proofing.. But what's ig they could fly.

I get some puffer fish filled with helium, some see weed and and such and build some flying squid.

We fly over the defences, land and retake the hill off thr greenskin hoards and then fortify and lay a wall of coral around my hill.

I overrun your hill with a battalion of sushi chefs who make short work of your minions.

I then chill out with endless sushi on


My hill.

The squid shake there tenticles in anger and step aside as a phalanx of elite armoured crab warriors clad in nuclear powered armour*

They retake the hill slicing your chefs into chunks and mailing them back to your evil lair*

My hill.

I send in the clowns.
Terrible Clowns!
Horrible Clowns!
Zombie Clowns!
Unspeakable Clowns!
Clowns that drool,
And clowns that bite!
Clowns to the left,
And clowns to the right!
Clowns who maim,
Clowns who kill!
Then I relax
On top My Hill!

My legions and I arrogantly stride up to the hill and....

What the?!?!?

Never mind. I'll let the squids or Orks handle this.

I yield to your poetic supremacy (for now.)

Still your hill.

Win!
Pies for everyone!

Not even clowns can stand before the Hammer of the Emperor, you and your clowns are driven from the hill by my armored might.

My Hill

I ride atop my mighty War Boar, eating the delicious pie provided by Snurl and release multitudes of tank bomb Squigs to sort out your silly tin cans on

My hill.

An undetected clown whispers to your squigs at night. He relentlessly tells them bad jokes about being "lightly armed", "dis-armed", "carry on, whoops you cant carry anything", "hands-free","squigs hanging around the 2nd Hand store", "reach for the, oh nevermind", and so forth. The squigs get so depressed they desert their posts. Afterwards I effortlessly claim My Hill.

i put ear muffs on my loyal squid army and escape your whispers,

we then rolls you all down thehill into a valley keep a few back and enjoy some puupkin pies and specied pumpkin lattes topped off wwith roast boar.

i then plant a glowing mint smelling cactus 100 feet high on
my hill.

You fool! You've fallen for my Trojan Cactus! At night the ladz and I sneak out and have a Roman Orgy level feast with calamari, squid burgers, squid kabobs, grilled squid, popcorn squid, squid chowder and then we use the beaks to make hand puppets and do a squid beak sock puppet version of "On the Waterfront" on

My hill.

You defeet my squid but my suprise battle armoured mecha crabs with nuclear power drive you away and your hoards and deny you your buffet.

I then start working on armour for my loyal if not rather easily eaten squid legions.

I let the air out of the hill and yank it out from under your sleeping drunken troops. Then I run away and hide My Hill.

Who wants a deflated hill? I'm over here on my newly landscaped, strange sea critter resistant, hot tub equipped, 24/7 BBQ serving piece of terra firma I like to call

My hill.

I sneak beneath your hill with my hill and rapidly inflate it. As the hill expands, it lifts and then sends your hill crashing to the ground below My Hill.

While all of this is going on I set up a nice tent on the Hill and go camping.

Snurls Hill

You're too busy changing your avatar to notice that you've actually pitched your tent on a garbage dump and not on

My hill.

I crush the ork mob with the one weapon against which they have no defense.
Their codex.


My hill.

I use cammo squid to gain your signature, and then make a fake title deed signing hill over to me and my sea legions for all time, space and parallel universes with a clause against ret cons.

I take it to a judge who grants me the hill and evict you.

I then start a farm growing sea cucumber's on my hill.

I burn you at the stake, your squids too. Then I invite the Orks for a stake dinner on My Hill.

I poison the dinner, kill the orks, and burn everything else. The stakes are now higher on

My Hill

I call a friend with a blurry face, get a few hundred tons of super weed, some giant fans, nbc suits both human and squid and a lighter.

I then make the stakes high by making you all soooo high, open a pizza joint nearby and wait for munchies to kick in.

My hill.. You could say I set a high point on the hill.

Sorry, too stoned to give a rat's ass about...what was I talking about? Oh, yeah

My hill.

Your so stoned you wake up sleeping in a nest of stinging ants, with a admirals hat, a pink tutu and neon yellow leaderhosen.

You only think its your hill.

My hill...
*
Go team squid.

I "wake up sleeping in a nest of stinging ants, with a admirals hat, a pink tutu and neon yellow leaderhosen. "...so what else is new? Now get your cephalopod breath off of

My hill.

I drop a giant Rok on the hill and flatten everyone and everything

My Hill

Granted now there I no hill only a rok.

I claim a new hill and declare.
My hill.

I then get a team of strange floating puffer fish who start working on a vegan bbq..

I'm up for a BBQ, vegan or otherwise, nom, nom eat it up...and those puffer fish look like nice play toys for games of "fetch" with the squigs...on

My hill.

My KSons arrive due to reports of Pupper activity. Finding no doggos, we play fetch to one

Your Hill

Puffer fish are not good eating unless directly prepared...

The squigs suddonly suffer massive stomach cramps, and haluncinate thinking there kittens.

However fake kittens are cute..
So Il
Let you keep your hill this time.

Enough of this.
No puffer fish. No squigs. No kittens. Especially no Orks allowed.
I cleanse the hill of these unsavory interlopers.
Emberlord's Ksons may stay, of course, on



My hill.

I quickly scare away any ksons and prepare to defend My Hill from the next impending onslaught.

My forces sea you... Get it..

Seeing your defences my crab engineers start digging a tunnel and in the end pop up under your kitchen

We then sabotage the latrerns and then using a stealth squid give you a good dose of laxetives.

My hill as you run off to the oh so convient bathroom... Below. My hill.

The sea legions once again claim thr hill.

But not for long. I hire the farmer down the road to dump a load of his liquified chicken and hog manure mixture on top of the hill.
NOTHING can endure the smell for long, and your army breaks for the sea. I then affix a clothespin on my nose and get ready to plant corn and tomatoes on My Hill.

Just before you harvest your corn crop, I bombard the hill with my heat ray, causing it to explode like a gigantic bag of jiffy pop.
I then slather the hill in melted butter and enjoy a well deserved snack on



My hill.

yee ha!
I strap countless flying puffer fish to a goliath whale that swallows you, the hill and the popcorn whole. we then sift out everything but the hill, depossit it back and claim this new hill.

i then start planting some seaweed to make it somewhat less muddy....

My Hill

This time my Raven Guard arrive! I alpha strike you off of

My (newly liberated) Hill!

My Pumpkin Guard Deep Strike you right back off of My Hill.

I use some carefully made decoys on a fake hill made out of custard, some pape mache, a few skulls and a purple man who smokes too much drugs.

You deep strike on wrong hill and end up stuck in metres deep lake of slightly gone off custard.

My squid pull over some sea beer and start up some roast sea mellows.

My hill.

My ruse has worked perfectly. While you were building decoys, the noise of the tunneling was covered up. While you are watching my decoy deep strike, (pumpkins don't fly), my troops burst from the ground. They krak the crabs, fillet the fish and chop the squid into sushi. Then we have a feast on My Hill.

One of the squid was endangered. I send off the footage and watch as ypyr pumpkin legion are jailed in a a massively oversized lattee mug with a Kim kardashion.

I watch your fate on fox news from thr comfort of

My hill.

While Kim distracts the guards, we make a massive jailbreak and return to My Hill.

Nope, nope, nope...no fething Kardashian wastes-of-space on

My hill.

the moment your guard drops a single cammo squid renames it

My hill and your now stood on my hill.
please pay the squid to your left wearing a monicle the owed rent.

"Hey, Chowder(name of my War Boar). It's calamari for dinner!"
Funny, but I see no squid. It's camouflage is of no use as Chowder has a great sense of smell. He then begins tosearch for buried truffles on

My hill.

During Chowder's search for truffles, he unwittingly discovers a minefield.
When the dust clears, I have the minefield cleared and plant my flag high atop



My hill.

I use my tunnel complex beneath your flag to replace it with my flag when you are not looking. Oh, the horror when you realise you are standing on My Hill.

Wait a minute.
Who's flag is this?!?!?
I pull up the flag and drop a willie pete down the hole.
I then replant my flag a few meters away on


My hill.

Flag poles are stupid. If you're confused about ownership, just take a look at the big billboard that says

My hill.

I send a cammo squid who inks all over it and bring a second differ t coloured squid team who declare it.


My hill.

We then build a 250 foot flagpole to fly the mighty banner of the sea legions for all to see, and a crab in a guard hut with a a bearskin hat, and a bright red coat*

I host an angling tournament, and all of your minions are either quickly caught or used for bait.



I then use your 250' flagpole to hoist an enormous flag bearing my glorious emblem on


My hill.

As the weight of your glorious standard causes the pole to sink into the ground, you realise too late that there is quicksand on top of My Hill.

Speaking of quicksand, why don't you go help CL with his sandy flag pole problem on

My hill.

Alright then. Plan B.

I affix my glorious standard to a large blimp which hovers safely overhead for all to see.

I see no way this plan can fail on



My hill.

The large orange blimp slowly turns, revealing the grinning visage of the pumpkin legions. It makes off with your banner and leaves you standing on My Hill.

I dismount my War Boar 'Chowder' and slide into the saddle of 'Lunchbox', my Wyvern, and take flight to sort out all these bags of hot air blocking the rays and spoiling my attempts at getting a tan on

My hill.

My spikey giant puffer fish air balloons deploy and first spike the blimp and make it land and then make lines of seaweed embedded with sharp coral and lay lines that stop youu flying in the air above...

My hill.
Which I promptly defend by laying a minefield of weaponized Lego bricks.
Come and get my hill if ya got the salt!

I arrive with the staff of a dozen chinese restaurants and purge the hill again from its fishy detractors. Then once more I bask in the glory of the top of My Hill.

After filling my belly with Szechwan Blowfish, I break out some cash and retain the Seafood savvy Chinese restaurateurs as personal chefs and wait staff on

My hill.

Buffet daily, Noon to 8.

I will be the best customer on your hill.

Excellent! We'll have your favorite table reserved, as usual. Now, time to give jhe90 a call and get some more of that goofy ass seafood, I mean lovely, majestic sea creatures, that are always being used when attacking

My hill.

Buffet Special of the Week: Fresh Crab Legs

I order forth the sea legions and instead hold ranks and send forth my allied evil orange toupe.

The wave of republican zombie Ronald regans purge the hill of your Chinese establishment. I make the hill again. Open a Texan steak house, staffed by my glorious sea legions and palin o obots of my toupe business partner.

My hill.
I shall not disapoont.

Sounds like I already live on that hill. Which, I suppose, makes it


My hill.

Ronald Reagan, zombie or otherwise, and I are fraternity brothers! It's a frat party on

My hill!

Then its party with my sea legions making a big proffit from Tex steak house serving no sea food and alot of beaf!

Split with the toupe pf evil of course who orangey floatyness is evidence of its strange powers.

But all on my hill!

Alright, the party's over! You don't got to go home, but you can't stay here on

My hill.

The bouncers remove you from My Hill.

The bouncers remove me temporarily and only do so in order to have more space to forcibly evict you freeloaders from

My hill...which I'm now back on, finishing the leftover Bourbon with Zombie Ronnie.

I wake up to an absolute clusterfeth on

Big's Hill

As king of the undead, i compell all of the zombie-Regans to attack. My Hill is soon cleared of usurpers, leaving me to finish the bourbon with zombie Jimmy Carter and some zombie squid.

Zombie Jimmy Carter...okay. Bourbon with Squids...Heretic! No such activity will this dude abide on

My hill.

I turn up with zombie lemmy, jimmy hendrix, bob Marley and Freddy mercury and start a real party with a squd playing the rarely seen 4 necked guitar.

Now irs a party on my hill.

I seize the 4 necked guitar and mesmerize you with the power of my riffs.
You are now all my loyal fans on



My hill.

I pickup the bass with the pick of destiny. There is true thunder on My Hill.

I am immune to the cacophony of sound being generated, as the pounding in my head from too much Bourbon with Zombie Ronnie drowns out all music on

My hill. Now pass the aspirin.

Granted... That will cost you one hill for a pack of sea legions premium brand pain killers from organic sources soley farmed by monks, blue whales and camal riding dwarves

Now its my hill... But you don,t have a headache.

There will be no drug trade on My Hill.

Don't be messing with the distributing of meds on

My hill.

Not only will I mess with it i will blow up your meth lab on My Hill.

Well done Snurl.
Now kindly step away from



My hill.

Walter White does not appreciate your messing with his livelihood...bad things are afoot for you on

My hill.

I drop the MOAB on My Hill.

I observe total destruction of Snurl's hill by MOAB from the scenic wonder that is

My hill.

After cleansing it of the ork menace I observe the scenic destruction from



My hill.

I watch from a fleet of squidblade battle tanks and fire a volley of phiranas with wings that eat you then self destruct making sure you're totaly dead.

Now my squid armoured corps as we get eathen so much re take the hill and dig in with help of the orange toupee of evil bringing necromancy body builders to dig a trench round

MY hill.

Sorry, all this aquatic nonsense must cease, desist and leave...it's time for the Easter Egg hunt on

My hill. BTW, the Easter Eggs I hid have Forge World accessories in them. Have fun!

Eggs will be collecteed on My Hill.

Sorry, Jack! Wrong Holiday for you! Now roll back down

My hill.

Eggs! I shall claim thr coclatr filled forgeworld eggs on...

My hill

Now please file to your left and consult the zombie Elvis for your tickets to visit. Cash, credit, gold and pearls taken.

Souvenirs available from the blue and purple squid with 16 eyes.

My hill.

The eggs are a lie! I purge the heretics from My Hill.

Purge all you want. There is always room for more heretics on



My hill.

Heretic, shmeritic...I care not...if you ain't green, then get off

My hill.

I deploy colour changing squid a rather green green.

A greenier green than you.

My hill.

Waaagh colored Calamari is always welcome on

My hill.

Green pumpkin vines strangle you off of My Hill.

Why be green when you can be... PINK!!!!!

I Slaanesh you off

My Hill!!!!

Pink?! Sorry, only on Mother's Day during the Breast Cancer Awareness walk, then welcomed and okay, even on

My hill.

Somebody said breast on My Hill.

Come on over and check out the Daemonettes chillin' with the ladz on

My hill.

I come over with a flamethrower and check them all off of My Hill.

Someone say flamethrower?!

Oh well, now im here on

My Hill

Burn, baby burn! Disco Inferno!...on

My hill.

Ernough of this fire...

I chat with posiden who encases the hill in a perfect 500m squared cube of water. My sea legions feel right at home as you land legions cannot breath underwater on...

My hill.

 jhe90 wrote:
Ernough of this fire...

Not on My Hill!

:

Your flames do little ro the many thousands of tons of water on my hill bar warm by a degree and make it a nice habitual temperature for my more tropical legonaires.

My hill, now just right heat.
Thanks.

MOAR HEAT ON MY HILL!!

I bring the rest of the ingredients and cook up a nice seafood gumbo on



My hill.

I bring a boatload of cajun seasoning to My Hill.

I've got a fresh side of Hush Puppies for that Gumbo on

My hill.

Time to hunt crawdads on My Hill.

Time to hunt pumpkins on

My Hill

I purge thr hill in the most glorious fashion hiring the USS Missouri to pound the hill with its mightly guns and then use my allied zombie hoard from a karadashian meet and greet, x factor crowds and big brother live audience to sweep what remains off and mop up on!

MY HiLL!

As you mop up, the fungus from the rotten pumpkins, a gift from papa Nurgle, erupts in a fog of deadly spores. All is quiet again on My Hill.

While everyone watches the 8th edition live stream, i sneak in and steal back

M y Hill

The thought of Snurl's deadly fungus spores taking out the Kardashians and other reality show muppets brings a smile to my face on

My hill.

Time to throw a party on My Hill.

I crash your party, but instead of giving you the boot I stick around and join the fun. But let me make it absolutely clear that this is now

My Hill!

I pull a hidden lever and you go down a chute and far off of My Hill.

There ain't no party yet.

I recruit undead lemmy to out drink, out noise and out drug everyone thr hill then chill back with a jack daniels.

My hill. The OD clinic is that way

Off my hill.

Undead Lemmy and my Goff Rockers put on a rocking, free show on

My hill.

I charge admission to the show on My Hill.
Plus five bucks to park.

Ha!
Everybody's too tight to pay five bucks to park near My Hill.

Nah, they're just enjoying the free limo service to

My hill.