[Verbal Joust Competition] Step right up!

Rules are simple. Challenge someone, and fight a verbal joust with them. Best out of three witty, insults wins. Roxxane is the judge!



I challenge you! Rareit

Saunters up to the man and flings his insult in his face at full tilt!

"You, Sir, are an outrageously blabbering sycophant and a malingering odiously suffocating mediocrity afflicted with mental retardation." he said confidently!

Looks at him strangely and then responds

"Well You, Sir, are an arrogant narcissistic twit, A malformed profanation on humanity , an malodorous fetid creature, and baseborn spurious cur."

Is taken in shock by such uttering of loathsome delight and retorts in kind.

"Sir, if I may be so bold as to say, you are a sickly corpulent hemorrhoid, a primitive sheep-molesting spawn from a lunatics rectum, which you have henceforth been referred to as an indescribably decadent ignoramus commonly known as a frightful feces-collecting derelict whose birth certificate is an apology from the condom factory."

His eyes widen at such claims
"Well Sir, You are a wretched coccyndynia, a horrid clodhopper, Your face bears resemblance to the posterior of a baboon. When your mother saw you she extricated her reproductive organs to eliminate the chances of such a horrendous hircismus ever again being born. You sir are Cacafuego and unrightfully so for you are an unaccomplished derelict and have the scent of fual about your person."

Luffy1 wrote:

whose birth certificate is an apology from the condom factory."

 

Gonna use that one myself, I think...

Has a new found respect for his opponent. He walks up to the man and leans in, almost a whisper as if the words he was about to utter were to precious to be heard by the masses. It was a gift...he was generous like that...

"You have been a worthy adversary, Friend Rareit...however I find you wanting and gift you with my final tilt. You Sir, are a woefully detestable plebian who is attributed to a vacuous foul-smelling conglomerate of intellectual constipation who is a malingering feeble-minded unfortunate occurrence of unprotected intercourse. You have oft been referred to as a miserably foul miscreant and a preposterous chronically flatulent mediocrity. But I said nay to these claims, informing them that you are a devilishly maladjusted rapscallion and a petty halitosis-infested odious leach-covered glob of quivering slime. Take comfort in the fact that you are a conspicuously unseemly polisson and a infamous buttock-rimming malodorous heathen."

He says and steps back, folding his arms and cocking an eyebrow like a boss.

He stares at the man for a moment then opens his mouth

"You, Sir,  indescribably appalling blackguard, a gangrenous decaying anomaly,and an eternal shame upon your ancestry. You are proof positive that your father unequivocally failed at his duties as a progenitor. Due to his consummate failure at your conception we are forced to tolerate the excrement that now roams this world bearing your name. That it had been known what would slither from your mother womb the pregnancy should have been immediately aborted and thus the world would have had salvation from the scourge that is you. Truly you are proof that Divinity has forsaken the world. You gruesome, lowly, incompetent, cowardly rat. The day I might you I should have immediately self-immolated and spared myself a far more abhorrent fate that is continued awareness that such as you exists. I find you to be crass and lowly and say to you GOOD DAY!"

I thtink we need to bring these two to the next peace negotiations with the English.

Good point Ahlia - I was just thinking if one of them had called the other "English" that the day would have been won.

Ah well.

If the contestants are finished, I shall retire to my judges' chambers?

We are spent for the day, ladies. Please judge away, Roxxane

*whispers: English are poopie-heads!*