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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.