I'm approaching 5000 posts, too!!

[anarky]

I'm almost there!

Just one more to go!!

[Rob Liefeld]

BANG!!!

[Newsbot]

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In an obvious and poorly-executed parody of the classic "Death of Eternal Padawan" storyline from a few months ago, anarky has been shot! anarky was only one post shy of reaching the 5,000 post mark, which apparently is a kiss of death.

One witness described it as "horrifically violent, snarf snarf." Several others said the shooter was a real douche.

More on this as it develops.

[Double_G]

Damn. I guess it was one Liefeld potshot too many.

[Grimlock]

Poor fleshling. Me Grimlock miss already.

[Batman]

Dear... sweet... lord.

Robin, cordon off the area. We have to identify the culprit immediately so that he doesn't use this heinous murder as a distraction to... loot the riches of the Gotham National Bank.

I'm not certain my Bat-rope is long enough to adequately use to seal this thread. Robin, can you please pull on it a few times to see if it gets any... longer? Perhaps if you put it in your mouth, or maybe bring in Ace, the Bat-Hound so he can lick it...?

[Kup]

SHIT! ANOTHER ONE?

SWEDISH CHEF, MARIO, SNARF! GET YOUR CARBON-BASED ASSES IN HERE! WE'VE GOT A MYSTERY TO SOLVE, AND SCOOBY-DOO IS BUSY.

BETTER GET RATCHET IN HERE, TOO. I'M NOT SURE IF THERE'S ANY HOPE FOR HIM. POOR LAD.

[Michael Moore]

I'M NOT SURE IF THERE'S ANY HOPE FOR HIM. POOR LAD.

If he lived in Canada, there would be. They have an awesome health care system up there.

[Senor JabbaJohnL]

Oh, my.

[Jack Nicholson]

I warned him.

[UKWildcat]

Congrats! You better make 5000 a damn good one!

[Double_G]

I warned him.

How? Was it the same way you warned Ledger about sleeping pills? Good catch there, Torrance.

Congrats! You better make 5000 a damn good one!

He can't. He's dead, foo'.

[Bizarro Snigtad Flornbi]

Oh, dear dear me. This is indubitably the tragic turn of events. The one calling himself by the nom de plume of anarky was far from being a poet and a scholar, but it is always unfortunate when the young and foolish are led to their demise at the hands of sorely lacking pop artists like lambs to the slaughter.

[Mario]

SWEDISH CHEF, MARIO, SNARF! GET YOUR CARBON-BASED ASSES IN HERE! WE'VE GOT A MYSTERY TO SOLVE, AND SCOOBY-DOO IS BUSY.

Bloody 'ell, mate. I'm just a bloody actor. Me name's Bob Hoskins. I just played that stinkin' I-talian in a ruddy awful film, but it was worth it to pay the 'ol bills and to be next to that Samantha Mathis bird. Christ, was I arse over tit for 'er, lemme tell ya. You've got some mess here, guvnah. Awful lot o' claret. Better call the fuzz, mate. Detectives an' all that stuff and nonsense. You need a private investigator fo' this rubbish, like the bloke who I played in "Who Framed Roger Rabbit". Cheers, Shitpiece.

[Dell Rusk]

Cor! A fellow Limey 'at is, I see! Blimey, old chap, where do ye hail from? I've from Cockney Street in Liverpool m'self, though of late I've been spending most of me time at Westchester Abbey, getting right with God. Ye can't spend too much time getting on the good side of the Great Creator Himself.

Genesis 24:2