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I throw back bigger grenades from My Hill.

We deal in lead, friend.


On my hill.

See that 8 armed gunfighter squid who has a squint, a cigar called the squid with no name and a poncho...

Yeah.. Now get off my hill.
*plays erey western music and a cart pulled by sea horses rides by*

On ... My hill.

Looks like we're eating calamari tonight on

My Hill

The squid with no name squints before sweeping poncho aside and drives away your forces and charges you for the coffins to bury them.

My hill.
Only 5$ a body though. We even provide sea flowers and sea horse drawn herse.

My friend Cthulhu sends the squid packing away from My Hill.

I drive Cthulhu mad with terror and send it screaming from


My hill.

C-bag can hang with me on

My hill.

Godzilla uses his atomic fire breath to cleanse My Hill.

Mega shark lumbers onto land and fights Godzilla for the rights to claim my hill for the glorious sea legions.

Megashark loses quickly and his bones decorate My Hill.

I think you mean those bones decorate

My hill.

Orks ain't made fir finkin. Dey iz made fir fightin (and losing) on


My hill.

But only as a distraction while plague zombies overrun My Hill.

Which make funny squishy sounds when stomped upon good and proper by my well pedicured feet...ensconced in heavily armoured and spiky footwear, of course...on

My hill.

You didn't think I was gone forever did you? My Hellblasters promptly melt your fancy footwear into molten slag, and you flee in terror from

My Hill

I throw firecrackers into your ammo dump and watch you run away from My Hill.

Firecracker Shrimp will be just one of the seafood appetizers served from food trucks on

My hill. Nom, nom...

The cuisine from your food trucks, predictably, makes everyone violently ill.
As your hordes are stricken with projectile vomitting and explosive diarrhea, I easily retake, and subsequently sterilize,


My hill.

Ha! I haven't vomited in years, and I'm not going to start now!!!!

MY HILL!!!!!!!

I open up a cuddle facility commanded by a cuddle boss with a hug claw and a group of clorks who run armour hutting people in a strange way for orks...

While your distratcted by this sureal scene I retake the hill.

While you are busy with that, I retake My Hill.

While you are busy retaking YOUR Hill, I retake

MY Hill.

While everyone wastes their time on their hills, I throw a "My wife is away on vacation for 4 days with her sisters" party, which puts the toga party in 'Animal House' to shame on

My hill.

Screw fighting over a hill, I'm gonna go party with the Orks!

Waaagh's Hill

Aye... Your hill for now long as the ale flows freely and the feasts runith put never!

Ale is HERESY!

Let me have some!

The Ork's Hill.

If you can't beat 'em.....

My squid legions don bras on heads like a famous 80-90's movie, get drunk as lords and do the macirania.

Ok i had a few...

I told you it was a kick ass party on

My hill.