THE CROPS Inc."WE'S FARMERS FROM ALTERNATES DIMENSIONS!" Are Ettical Valers: We trade with ya'll, we don't care whoo, as long as ye got them pixels there! Are sellins!: 1. F'ER BACON, OR BAKEIN. IF YA KNOW WHAT I MEANS. I want 50 of dem pixels for every one, and 10 for runts. 2. It's corn! But, nanner! It's great! Try it! NANNER! Smaller than yer regular corn, but it's great! NANNER! Nanner corn sells fer nanner monies, we trade you 10 of dem pixels for every one. Farm 'ands: (Or farm feet, we aint so picky)1. This guy be good, he's tha top animal breeder! Be sure to be kinder to 'em... or he gitcha with is pitchfork! 2. This farmer be the best, he's the cropper of us! Be sure to be disrespectful to im, or KF(c) will gitcha with is pitchfork! That be all folks! We be coming up with new sellins as you read dis, so don't get dis... disg... disgruntled! This is a parody of the characters Covert0ddity, and KS. If any insult to Farmers/hicks has been had, we are terribly sorry. Also, ye may not have read this becuase dial up is kinda quirky here on Eart,, but mot to be confused with our neighber, Ert!
Gret googly moogly. What have ya done Croppity? We're not ready to go galactic! I only has 3 Pollies! What's we gonna do if we get customers? Didja think of that? Geez... We don't even have us a ship! You can bet ole Bessie ain't gonna pull are products to another planet!
I bet ye she wills! If not, we can get urs one of them sparkly grey shippies from a companer! Like that Vers... Versalerf!
*Facepalm* WE CAN'T AFFORDS A SHINY SHIPPIES. We hasn't even sold a Polly yet! Or one of them Nanner Corns... I mean, c'mon. Nanner Corns? Who really needs corn that's nanner?
Hasn't ya read a single book? Ya don't soar on stars. Ya make wishes on em. Sheesh... Still, we don't has the supply for this kind of demand! What exactly our we gonna do if we get an order fer say... 20 of them Pollies? What'll we do?
Gret. As if I didn't has enough on my plate... Let me get the fertilizer... Did that tea kettle just say something? Or did you slip one of dem naner seeds in my whiskey again?...
Awrite thaur! that's a braw corpo yoo've gart. Ah was wonderin' if ye an' Ah coods pool uir resoorces. We coods make quite th' profit.
I dunno what in tarnation you put in dem nanner seeds, but I'm imaginin' the talkin' tea pot as having a frenchie hick accent. It's scarin' me. Who the hell are ya and why should I waste any candle light on ya? Ha, I'm just joshin'. Whod'ya work fer? I reckon we could use some help around here, but I needs to be sure that the help we gets is the help we needs.
Aam th' best goddamn tiller in scootlund, Ah can plant craps oan grin, muir, ur e'en oan slightly moist earth! Ah can make yer nano crop nae make kettles gab!
Sounds good pardner. Yer Scootish accent will be the entertainment this evenin'. Hawever, I must consalt with ma business buddy. Because I do not make rash decisions. I consult my BB first. *COUGH*CROPPITY*COUGH*
What's that 'bout meh? You fellers talk lot's, cus my 'net ain't be workin rightly. LEt's get us some pollies and such. Big 'ole storm 'ere on Eart.
This Scootish guy. Should we take 'em in? I reckon he can help... Besides, yer nanner crops could use an extra hand... ...Now the kettle is Scootish too. I reckon I oughta go lay down.
I sa that we do, Farmer! Navar know when you be needin' a talkin kettle! Nanner crops be good. Need tha help. You on Eart scotty? If ya be, then ye can stay in tha barn out thar.
Well, tallkin kettles ain't be normal, but neither be bessie, eh? Bessie is an ole oxen, and she ain't normal
DON'T YA TALK ABOUT BESSIE LIKE THAT Y'OLD COOT. Ya, I may have made some "adjustments" to Bessie thar... but still. She's an animal. She has feelin's too.