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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.