Matt's location!

So where eactly does Matt live? According to my...... sources......*shifty eyes*...... is Kansas City, Missouri. Matt, can you tell us if we're right or wrong?

Zeb pm me about your sources are, ok.

lol... Kansas City.... hahahahahahaha thats a laugh! Yeah, i always put in false information for anything i fill out (a.k.a eragon Xperts) Sorry, but thats not it

Washington?

Hey, matt can you call in to my show on the 27th? Its at 2:00 eastern.

esac wrote:

Zeb pm me about your sources are, ok.

Well... lets just say that they are obviously very unreliable.
Read the below to get an insight of my life as suppervillia-- erm... hero!
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Zeb kicked Pravuil, one of his werecat underlings, in frustration. "I TOLD YOU TO FIND THE BOY!" he bellowed. "Yes master," the werecat whimpered in fear. "I'm assigning you guard duty since you obviously aren't a good spy. Summon Crookshy." Zeb ordered, turning back to his computer to fix that stupid tracking bug.
Pravuil exited, a bit put down, but master Zeb wasn't usually this angry. He usually fed him plenty of fish, and, if Zeb was in an especially good mood, a bit of rat.
Zeb glanced up from his computer at a slight sound. A short house-elf entered and saluted. "Yes, master?" Crookshy said in his squeaky little voice. "Please," Zeb replied, his sour mood wearing off, "Don't call me master." "Yes maste-- um... Zeb!" the elf said. "Much better," I replied. "Now, I have an assignment for you. See him?" He points at a picture of a blonde 15 year old boy that is on the wall among blueprints of the White House and the Mona Lisa. "Find him. I'll give you as many wercats as you need. Go."
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To be continued... possibly. AND MATT, MY UNDERLINGS WILL FIND YOU!!!!!!

Zeb wrote:

esac wrote:

Zeb pm me about your sources are, ok.

Well... lets just say that they are obviously very unreliable.
Read the below to get an insight of my life as suppervillia-- erm... hero!
______________
Zeb kicked Pravuil, one of his werecat underlings, in frustration. "I TOLD YOU TO FIND THE BOY!" he bellowed. "Yes master," the werecat whimpered in fear. "I'm assigning you guard duty since you obviously aren't a good spy. Summon Crookshy." Zeb ordered, turning back to his computer to fix that stupid tracking bug.
Pravuil exited, a bit put down, but master Zeb wasn't usually this angry. He usually fed him plenty of fish, and, if Zeb was in an especially good mood, a bit of rat.
Zeb glanced up from his computer at a slight sound. A short house-elf entered and saluted. "Yes, master?" Crookshy said in his squeaky little voice. "Please," Zeb replied, his sour mood wearing off, "Don't call me master." "Yes maste-- um... Zeb!" the elf said. "Much better," I replied. "Now, I have an assignment for you. See him?" He points at a picture of a blonde 15 year old boy that is on the wall among blueprints of the White House and the Mona Lisa. "Find him. I'll give you as many wercats as you need. Go."
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To be continued... possibly. AND MATT, MY UNDERLINGS WILL FIND YOU!!!!!!

OH MY @*(&ing GOD THAT IS SO FUNNY!!! ROTFLMAO!!!!

Aravelle wrote:

Zeb wrote:

esac wrote:

Zeb pm me about your sources are, ok.

Well... lets just say that they are obviously very unreliable.
Read the below to get an insight of my life as suppervillia-- erm... hero!
______________
Zeb kicked Pravuil, one of his werecat underlings, in frustration. "I TOLD YOU TO FIND THE BOY!" he bellowed. "Yes master," the werecat whimpered in fear. "I'm assigning you guard duty since you obviously aren't a good spy. Summon Crookshy." Zeb ordered, turning back to his computer to fix that stupid tracking bug.
Pravuil exited, a bit put down, but master Zeb wasn't usually this angry. He usually fed him plenty of fish, and, if Zeb was in an especially good mood, a bit of rat.
Zeb glanced up from his computer at a slight sound. A short house-elf entered and saluted. "Yes, master?" Crookshy said in his squeaky little voice. "Please," Zeb replied, his sour mood wearing off, "Don't call me master." "Yes maste-- um... Zeb!" the elf said. "Much better," I replied. "Now, I have an assignment for you. See him?" He points at a picture of a blonde 15 year old boy that is on the wall among blueprints of the White House and the Mona Lisa. "Find him. I'll give you as many wercats as you need. Go."
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To be continued... possibly. AND MATT, MY UNDERLINGS WILL FIND YOU!!!!!!

OH MY @*(&ing GOD THAT IS SO FUNNY!!! ROTFLMAO!!!!

hehehe, why thank you!
PS: If you have any leads, be sure to contact me or Crookshy.

Zeb wrote:

esac wrote:

Zeb pm me about your sources are, ok.

Well... lets just say that they are obviously very unreliable.
Read the below to get an insight of my life as suppervillia-- erm... hero!
______________
Zeb kicked Pravuil, one of his werecat underlings, in frustration. "I TOLD YOU TO FIND THE BOY!" he bellowed. "Yes master," the werecat whimpered in fear. "I'm assigning you guard duty since you obviously aren't a good spy. Summon Crookshy." Zeb ordered, turning back to his computer to fix that stupid tracking bug.
Pravuil exited, a bit put down, but master Zeb wasn't usually this angry. He usually fed him plenty of fish, and, if Zeb was in an especially good mood, a bit of rat.
Zeb glanced up from his computer at a slight sound. A short house-elf entered and saluted. "Yes, master?" Crookshy said in his squeaky little voice. "Please," Zeb replied, his sour mood wearing off, "Don't call me master." "Yes maste-- um... Zeb!" the elf said. "Much better," I replied. "Now, I have an assignment for you. See him?" He points at a picture of a blonde 15 year old boy that is on the wall among blueprints of the White House and the Mona Lisa. "Find him. I'll give you as many wercats as you need. Go."
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To be continued... possibly. AND MATT, MY UNDERLINGS WILL FIND YOU!!!!!!

Pravuil? From mister moday frist in the Keys to the Kingdom series. Evil spie for mister monday until arthur defeats him. As Zeb I am currently waiting for Lady friday to be avalible.

Erm, well.... no, of course I didn't hire one of the Morrow Days' servants and transfigure him into a werecat!!! *innocent smile*

I have a horrible feeling that Pravuil is Lord Sunday in disguise, or maybe his Noon. I kinda doubt it though...

Ooh, I would lend you my copy of Friday, but you're kinda far away...

Zeb wrote:

esac wrote:

Zeb pm me about your sources are, ok.

Well... lets just say that they are obviously very unreliable.
Read the below to get an insight of my life as suppervillia-- erm... hero!
______________
Zeb kicked Pravuil, one of his werecat underlings, in frustration. "I TOLD YOU TO FIND THE BOY!" he bellowed. "Yes master," the werecat whimpered in fear. "I'm assigning you guard duty since you obviously aren't a good spy. Summon Crookshy." Zeb ordered, turning back to his computer to fix that stupid tracking bug.
Pravuil exited, a bit put down, but master Zeb wasn't usually this angry. He usually fed him plenty of fish, and, if Zeb was in an especially good mood, a bit of rat.
Zeb glanced up from his computer at a slight sound. A short house-elf entered and saluted. "Yes, master?" Crookshy said in his squeaky little voice. "Please," Zeb replied, his sour mood wearing off, "Don't call me master." "Yes maste-- um... Zeb!" the elf said. "Much better," I replied. "Now, I have an assignment for you. See him?" He points at a picture of a blonde 15 year old boy that is on the wall among blueprints of the White House and the Mona Lisa. "Find him. I'll give you as many wercats as you need. Go."
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To be continued... possibly. AND MATT, MY UNDERLINGS WILL FIND YOU!!!!!!

ROFL!!!! LOL!!!!! LOL!!!! ROFL!!!!

weirdos you are all weirdos

Andrew Blue wrote:

Zeb wrote:

esac wrote:

Zeb pm me about your sources are, ok.

Well... lets just say that they are obviously very unreliable.
Read the below to get an insight of my life as suppervillia-- erm... hero!
______________
Zeb kicked Pravuil, one of his werecat underlings, in frustration. "I TOLD YOU TO FIND THE BOY!" he bellowed. "Yes master," the werecat whimpered in fear. "I'm assigning you guard duty since you obviously aren't a good spy. Summon Crookshy." Zeb ordered, turning back to his computer to fix that stupid tracking bug.
Pravuil exited, a bit put down, but master Zeb wasn't usually this angry. He usually fed him plenty of fish, and, if Zeb was in an especially good mood, a bit of rat.
Zeb glanced up from his computer at a slight sound. A short house-elf entered and saluted. "Yes, master?" Crookshy said in his squeaky little voice. "Please," Zeb replied, his sour mood wearing off, "Don't call me master." "Yes maste-- um... Zeb!" the elf said. "Much better," I replied. "Now, I have an assignment for you. See him?" He points at a picture of a blonde 15 year old boy that is on the wall among blueprints of the White House and the Mona Lisa. "Find him. I'll give you as many wercats as you need. Go."
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To be continued... possibly. AND MATT, MY UNDERLINGS WILL FIND YOU!!!!!!

ROFL!!!! LOL!!!!! LOL!!!! ROFL!!!!

LOL!!! To Funny!!!!

Psh, we're AWESOME!

Sleekwing Thunderbolt wrote:

weirdos you are all weirdos

You're a weirdo!!! Ah, the universal comeback.