QuietAmerican

Bah, looks like a throw away cartoon aimed at getting the younger kids up to speed with who the Avengers are for the coming movie release.

Man: You sit here, dear.
Wife: All right.
Man: Morning!
Waitress: Morning!
Man: Well, what've you got?
Waitress: Well, there's egg and bacon; egg sausage and bacon; egg and Troll; egg bacon and Troll; egg bacon sausage and Troll; Troll bacon sausage and Troll; Troll egg Troll Troll bacon and Troll; Troll sausage Troll Troll bacon Troll tomato and Troll;
Vikings: Troll Troll Troll Troll...
Waitress: ...Troll Troll Troll egg and Troll; Troll Troll Troll Troll Troll Troll baked beans Troll Troll Troll...
Vikings: Troll! Lovely Troll! Lovely Troll!
Waitress: ...or Lobster Thermidor a Crevette with a mornay sauce served in a Provencale manner with shallots and aubergines garnished with truffle pate, brandy and with a fried egg on top and Troll.
Wife: Have you got anything without Troll?
Waitress: Well, there's Troll egg sausage and Troll, that's not got much Troll in it.
Wife: I don't want ANY Troll!
Man: Why can't she have egg bacon Troll and sausage?
Wife: THAT'S got Troll in it!
Man: Hasn't got as much Troll in it as Troll egg sausage and Troll, has it?
Vikings: Troll Troll Troll Troll... (Crescendo through next few lines...)
Wife: Could you do the egg bacon Troll and sausage without the Troll then?
Waitress: Urgghh!
Wife: What do you mean 'Urgghh'? I don't like Troll!
Vikings: Lovely Troll! Wonderful Troll!
Waitress: Shut up!
Vikings: Lovely Troll! Wonderful Troll!
Waitress: Shut up! (Vikings stop) Bloody Vikings! You can't have egg bacon Troll and sausage without the Troll.
Wife: I don't like Troll!
Man: Sshh, dear, don't cause a fuss. I'll have your Troll. I love it. I'm having Troll Troll Troll Troll Troll Troll Troll beaked beans Troll Troll Troll and Troll!
Vikings: Troll Troll Troll Troll. Lovely Troll! Wonderful Troll!
Waitress: Shut up!! Baked beans are off.
Man: Well could I have her Troll instead of the baked beans then?
Waitress: You mean Troll Troll Troll Troll Troll Troll... (but it is too late and the Vikings drown her words)
Vikings: (Singing elaborately...) Troll Troll Troll Troll. Lovely Troll! Wonderful Troll! Troll spa-a-a-a-a-am Troll spa-a-a-a-a-am Troll. Lovely Troll! Lovely Troll! Lovely Troll! Lovely Troll! Lovely Troll! Troll Troll Troll Troll!

QUIET AMERICAN: Ah. I'd like to post a discussion, please.
NCSOFT CUSTOMER SERVICE: Certainly sir. Have you posted here before?
QUIET AMERICAN: No, I haven't, this is my first time.
NCSOFT CUSTOMER SERVICE: I see. Well, do you want to have just one thread, or were you thinking subscribing to the forums?
QUIET AMERICAN: Well, what is the cost?
NCSOFT CUSTOMER SERVICE: Well, It's one pound for a single thread, but only eight pounds for a subscription of TEN!
QUIET AMERICAN: Well, I think it would be best if I perhaps started off with just the thread and then see how it goes.
NCSOFT CUSTOMER SERVICE: Fine. Well, I'll see what thread's unlocked at the moment.
(Pause)
NCSOFT CUSTOMER SERVICE: ShoNuff's free, oh he's been scooped.
Ahh yes, Try Sleestack; room 12.
QUIET AMERICAN: Thank you.

(Walks down the hall. Opens door.)

TEN YEAR OLD JERK: WHAT DO YOU WANT?
QUIET AMERICAN: Well, I was told outside that...
TEN YEAR OLD JERK: Don't give me that, you snotty-faced heap of parrot droppings!
QUIET AMERICAN: What?
TEN YEAR OLD JERK: Shut your festering gob, you tit! Your type really makes me puke, you vacuous, coffee-nosed, maloderous, pervert!!!
QUIET AMERICAN: Look, I CAME HERE FOR A DISCUSSION, I'm not going to just stand...!!
TEN YEAR OLD JERK: OH, oh I'm sorry, but this is Player VS Player.
QUIET AMERICAN: Oh, I see, well, that explains it.
TEN YEAR OLD JERK: Ah yes, you want Sleestack's Thread, Just along the corridor.
QUIET AMERICAN: Oh, Thank you very much. Sorry.
TEN YEAR OLD JERK: Not at all.
QUIET AMERICAN: Thank You.
(Under his breath) Stupid git!!

(Walk down the corridor)
QUIET AMERICAN: (Knock)
SLEESTACK: Come in.
QUIET AMERICAN: Ah, Is this the thread for a discussion?
SLEESTACK: I posted it in the OP.
QUIET AMERICAN: No you haven't.
SLEESTACK: Yes I have.
QUIET AMERICAN: When?
SLEESTACK: Just now.
QUIET AMERICAN: No you didn't.
SLEESTACK: Yes I did.
QUIET AMERICAN: You didn't
SLEESTACK: I did!
QUIET AMERICAN: You didn't!
SLEESTACK: I'm telling you I did!
QUIET AMERICAN: You did not!!
SLEESTACK: Oh, I'm sorry, just one moment. Is this a single thread discussion, or should I crosspost?
QUIET AMERICAN: Oh, just the single thread.
SLEESTACK: Ah, thank you. Anyway, I did.
QUIET AMERICAN: You most certainly did not.
SLEESTACK: Look, let's get this thing clear; I quite definitely posted about it.
QUIET AMERICAN: No you did not.
SLEESTACK: Yes I did.
QUIET AMERICAN: No you didn't.
SLEESTACK: Yes I did.
QUIET AMERICAN: No you didn't.
SLEESTACK: Yes I did.
QUIET AMERICAN: No you didn't.
SLEESTACK: Yes I did.
QUIET AMERICAN: You didn't.
SLEESTACK: Did.
QUIET AMERICAN: Oh look, this isn't a discussion.
SLEESTACK: Yes it is.
QUIET AMERICAN: No it isn't. It's just trolling.
SLEESTACK: No it isn't.
QUIET AMERICAN: It is!
SLEESTACK: It is not.
QUIET AMERICAN: Look, you just trolled me.
SLEESTACK: I did not.
QUIET AMERICAN: Oh you did!!
SLEESTACK: No, no, no.
QUIET AMERICAN: You did just then.
SLEESTACK: Nonsense!
QUIET AMERICAN: Oh, this is flaming!
SLEESTACK: No it isn't.
QUIET AMERICAN: I cafe here for a good discussion.
SLEESTACK: No you didn't; no, you came here for A discussion.
QUIET AMERICAN: A discussion isn't just trolling.
SLEESTACK: It can be.
QUIET AMERICAN: No it can't. An discussion is a connected series of posts intended to establish a proposition.
SLEESTACK: No it isn't.
QUIET AMERICAN: Yes it is! It's not just trolling.
SLEESTACK: Look, if I discuss a subject with you, I can take up a contrary position.
QUIET AMERICAN: Yes, but that's not just saying 'No it isn't.'
SLEESTACK: Yes it is!
QUIET AMERICAN: No it isn't!

SLEESTACK: Yes it is!
QUIET AMERICAN: discussion is an intellectual process. Trolling is just the automatic gainsaying of any statement the other person makes.
(short pause)
SLEESTACK: No it isn't.
QUIET AMERICAN: It is.
SLEESTACK: Not at all.
QUIET AMERICAN: Now look.
SLEESTACK: (Rings bell) Good Morning.
QUIET AMERICAN: What?
SLEESTACK: That's it. Good morning.
QUIET AMERICAN: I was just getting interested.
SLEESTACK: Sorry, the thread is locked.
QUIET AMERICAN: That was not a long thread!
SLEESTACK: I'm afraid it was.
QUIET AMERICAN: It wasn't.
Pause
SLEESTACK: I'm sorry, but I'm not allowed to post anymore.
QUIET AMERICAN: What?!
SLEESTACK: If you want me to go on posting, you'll have to subscribe to the forums.
QUIET AMERICAN: Yes, but that was never a full thread, just now. Oh come on!
SLEESTACK: (Hums)
QUIET AMERICAN: Look, this is ridiculous.
SLEESTACK: I'm sorry, but I'm not allowed to post with you unless you've paid!
QUIET AMERICAN: Oh, all right.
Signes up with City of Heroes
SLEESTACK: Thank you.
short pause
QUIET AMERICAN: Well?
SLEESTACK: Well what?
QUIET AMERICAN: That wasn't really a full discussion just now.
SLEESTACK: I told you, I'm not allowed to post unless you've subscribed.
QUIET AMERICAN: I just paid!
SLEESTACK: No you didn't.
QUIET AMERICAN: I DID!
SLEESTACK: No you didn't.
QUIET AMERICAN: Look, I don't want to post about that.
SLEESTACK: Well, you didn't pay.
QUIET AMERICAN: Aha. If I didn't pay, why are you posting? I Got you!
SLEESTACK: No you haven't.
QUIET AMERICAN: Yes I have. If you're trolling, I must have paid.
SLEESTACK: Not necessarily. I could be trolling in my spare time.
QUIET AMERICAN: Oh I've had enough of this.
SLEESTACK: No you haven't.
QUIET AMERICAN: Oh Shut up.

(Walks down the stairs. Opens door.)

QUIET AMERICAN: I want to complain.
GOLDENGIRL: You want to complain! Look at their games. I've only had Star Trek three weeks and the game is full of BUGS! Cryptic sucks!
QUIET AMERICAN: No, I want to complain about...
GOLDENGIRL: If you complain nothing happens, you might as well not bother.
QUIET AMERICAN: Oh!
GOLDENGIRL: Oh Champions Online sucks too, they're not doing a very good job of posting the patch notes either, and I'm sick and tired of Cryptic stealing our ideas! AND EPISODE ONE RULES!


(Slams door. walks down corridor, opens next door.)

QUIET AMERICAN: Hello, I want to...
(GETS HIT BY THE BAN STICK)
QUIET AMERICAN: Ooooh!
MOD8: No, no, no. Hold your head like this, then go Waaah. Try it again.
(HITS WITH A BAN STICK)
QUIET AMERICAN: uuuwwhh!!
MOD8: Better, Better, but Waah, Waah! Put your hand there.
QUIET AMERICAN: No.
MOD8: Now..
(HITS M WITH A BAN STICK)
QUIET AMERICAN: Waaaaah!!!
MOD8: Good, Good! That's it.
QUIET AMERICAN: Stop BANNING ME!!
MOD8: What?
QUIET AMERICAN: Stop BANNING ME!!
MOD8: Stop BANNING YOU?
QUIET AMERICAN: Yes!
MOD8: Why did you come in here then?
QUIET AMERICAN: I wanted to complain.
MOD8: Oh no, that's next door. This is “being hit by the ban stick for no reason thread.”
QUIET AMERICAN: What a stupid concept.

Look at what's happened to me,
I can't believe it myself.
Suddenly my thread is on top of the list,
should have been somebody else.

Believe it or not, Sleestack's posting on here.
He never thought he could post so free.
Replying away on a wing and a prayer,
Who could it be?
Believe it or not, it's just Slee!

Looks like the light of a new day,
PM'ed me from out of the blue.
Putting out all the flames I was in,
Making all of my LOL's come true.

Believe it or not, Sleestack's posting on here.
He never thought he could post so free.
Replying away on a wing and a prayer,
Who could it be?
Believe it or not, it's just Slee.

Who could it be?
Believe it or not, it's just Slee.

'E's not AFK'! 'E's banned! This troll is no more! He has ceased to post! 'E's bugged and gone to meet 'is QA!

'E's a frozen! Bereft of permissions, 'e booted off! If you hadn't quoted 'im in the thread 'e'd be off the front page!

'Is computing processes are now 'obsolete! 'E's off the net!

'E's bounced, 'e's deleted, logged off and joined the bleedin' ignored invisible !!

THIS IS AN EX-TROLL!!

...she canna' take anymore posts, Captain!

You troll b@stard! You locked my thread!

Oompa loompa doompadee doo / I've got another puzzle for you / Oompa loompa doompadee dee / If you are wise you'll listen to me / Who do you blame when your kid is a troll / Lieing and CAP-LOCKING like a flaming @-hole? / Blaming the OP is a lie and a shame / You know exactly who's to blame / The feeders and the Quoters! / Oompa loompa doompadee dah / If you're not a troll then you will go far / You will post in happiness, too / Like the Oompa Loompa doompadee doo

So post all of us!

SO POST ALL OF US!

Is that it? Is that all you're gonna ask me? Well I got a couple of thousand ******* questions, you know. I want to email someone in charge. I want to post a complaint. You have no right to ban people! You think I investigate every ShoNuff story there is? Huh? If this is just a flame war, how come I know every post in such detail? I've never read this before. How come I know so much? What the hell is going on around here? Who the hell are you people?

These are the treads of the City of Heroes forums,
It's continuing mission, to comment on strange new ideas,
To seek out new rumors and new criticisms.
To boldly post where no troll has posted before!

In many of the more relaxed websites on the internet, the Comic and Hero/Villain Culture threads in City of Heroes Forum has already supplanted the great Encyclopaedia Galactica as the standard repository of all knowledge and wisdom, for though it has many omissions and contains much that is apocryphal, or at least wildly inaccurate, it scores over the older, more pedestrian work in two important respects.
First, it is slightly cheaper; and secondly it has the words DON'T FLAME inscribed in large friendly letters in it's Posting Guidelines.

"I'm not going to post it, you post it!"
"I'm not going to post it!"
"Let's ask Sleestack!"
"Yeah. He won't post it - he trolls everything."
"He posted it! Hey Sleestack!"

sleestack:The warden threw a party in the county jail.
The prison band was there and they began to wail.

Marcian Tobay: The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing.
You should've heard those knocked out jailbirds sing.

MentalMaden: Let's rock, everybody, let's rock.

Everybody: Everybody in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.

Golden Girl: Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone,
Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone.

UltraTroll: The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang,
the whole rhythm section was the Purple Gang.

Lord_of_Time: Let's rock, everybody, let's rock.

Everybody: Everybody in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.

Wayfarer: Solo Bass

Ironik: Solo Sax

Shadowclone: Hammond Organ Solo

Veritech: Drum Solo

Quasadu: Wales on Guitar!


BafflingBeerMan: Number forty-seven said to number three:
"You're the cutest jailbird I ever did see.

Emissarial: I sure would be delighted with your company,
come on and do the Jailhouse Rock with me."

Blood_Wolffe: Let's rock, everybody, let's rock.

Everybody: Everybody in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.

BatFan: The sad sack was a sittin' on a block of stone
way over in the corner weepin' all alone.

Bubbawheat: The warden said, "Hey, buddy, don't you be no square.
If you can't find a partner use a wooden chair."

Rick Astley: Let's rock, everybody, let's rock.

Everybody: Everybody in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.

Fleeting Whisper: Shifty Henry said to Bugs, "For Heaven's sake,
no one's lookin', now's our chance to make a break."

Terwilliger: Bugsy turned to Shifty and he said, "Nix nix,
I wanna stick around a while and get my kicks."

EVERYBODY:
Let's rock, everybody, let's rock.
Everybody in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.

QuietAmerican: Everybody in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock!

Veritech: Drum Solo Cymbal Crash!

Quasadu: Smashes Guitar

Veriteck: Kicks over drums

TryHickman: Tucks his conductor baton under his elbow, turns to the audience, and bows.

Frankly, my dear, I don't give a flame!

To post and reply again, a forummite's holliday.

Read my post! No new threads!

Parsons: What's your style? For combating Trolls?
Lee: My style? You can call it the art of flaming without flaming.
Parsons: The art of flaming without flaming? Show me some of it.
Lee:
Parson: Well? Aren't you going to flame?
Lee:
Parson: Come On! Do something!
Lee:
Parson: You're no fun. I'm going away!
Lee: (Nods and smiles)

Join us, Sleestack. You have been known to disagree with the Moderators before. Yours could become an important voice in the new order of Trolls, second only to my own! I offer you a chance for greatness, Sleestack! Take it! Join us!... You *will* troll with me, Sleestack. I swear it! No matter that it takes an eternity, you *will* troll with me! Both you, and then one day, your heirs!

Excuse me, excuse me, but that does God need with a thread?

I think you're all fraked in the head. We're ten posts from the fraking flame and you want to log off? Well I'll tell you something. This is no longer a Thread. It's a quest. It's a quest for trolls. I'm gonna post and you're gonna post. We're all gonna post so much fraking flame we'll need plastic surgery to remove our fraking smiles. You'll be whistling 'Zip-A-Dee Doo-Dah' out of you're USB Ports! I gotta be crazy! I'm on a pilgrimage to see a moose. Praise Marty Moose! Holy FRAK!