King of the hill

Steph's hill.

I offer her a beautiful crater instead and she accepts... Haha. Like she'd give up the hill:
http://www.judegriebel.com/media/gal...bble_heart.jpg
I like Judy Griebel's work. :nod:

My rock-sized hill!

Sneaks up and steals it from Heathcliff...."MINE!"

Gives lostworld a map showing the hill to be in an obscure location far away from here. Thankful for the inciteful and thoughtful gesture, lostworld starts out on a wild goose chase.

Bien's Hill...

I claim this hill in the name of I have no idea what the theme for this thread is!

You want the hill, huh?

Well you have to fight for it just like the rest of us.

Thy throweth oversized dancing bananas at Indyben and he falls off the top of the hill, meanwhile I have time to climb up.

:banana::banana::banana:

Heathcliff's hill.

Frustrated at a lack of respect, the Dragon destroys the hill once again. Welcome to the Plain of the Elder Gods, Dragon presiding!

Carries big sack onto the plain and dumps a mole out of it. The mole begins digging thus making a small hill. Bien then borrows Doofenshmirtz's Mountain out of a Mole Hill-inator to turn the little mole hill into a large mountain.

Bien's Mountain

(P.S. The Star Nosed Mole then carries the dragon away.)
(P.P.S This episode was SOOOO borrowed from Spiderman 2.)

Defeating the Star-Nosed-Mole, the Dragon returns to perch on the mountain, surveying his domain...

Fires a poison barbed arrow into dragon's eye. My hill!

While enjoying watching a very annoyed dragon drowning Indyben in ketchup, Bien assumes his right position on the hill.

Bien's Hill

Bien, given the option of remaining on the hill and listening to my poetry, chooses to leave.

A wise decision. ;)

My Hill!

Bien fires poetry forth
each verse infiltrates and breaches
surrounded from the south to the north
a lesson Nikhar needs, so Bien teaches

Don't mess with a Poet armed with a Muse...


Bien's Hill

High above and up,
an eagle asks bien, ' 'sup?'.
Drunk with attitude, bien teases and sings
Annoyed, the eagle showers him with its droppings!


As bien goes to the washroom to clean himself, I lock him up. I rule the hill! AGAIN! :D

PS:- Why are you looking at me like that? I warned you of my poetry! :goof:

Bien has NEVER been drunk...

Uses prolific creativity to poetically pick the lock.
The tired tumblers turn with alliterative action.
Nikhar knows not the trouble nearing him.
Graduated lines approaching the hill.
Sounding, astounding, bounding.
Fear shakes tremendously.
And the hill is again...
Belonging to Bein!

Meg, tired of Bien and Nik fighting over the hill, knocks Bien off with a rather large club.

Mine:)