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Reviews for "Tom Fulpatron"

Le me approves.

AnalogByNature responds:

I took french immersion as a kid. The only thing I can really remember, aside from the occasional french word, was "esque je peux al les du salle du bain?"
Translates to "can I use the bathroom?". Either that, or "can I like the bathroom?". It's been too long.

Cool song man. Funky. Funny lyrics. You estimated right you would be on the front page. Good job.

AnalogByNature responds:

Thank you Jovis! We want to provide the NG community with music made specifically for NG.
We do have other stuff going on, but we'll try to focus on a constant supply of supported, original NG stuffs!

Awesome!

AnalogByNature responds:

We tried to trademark the term "awesome".
the FCC didn't even reply, they simply tried to fight us physically, with closed fists, and open feet.
Pretty sure that means yes.

This was fun. i like

AnalogByNature responds:

Thanks Luis.
Did you get a new passport yet?
Not sure if all of us are able to make it, but would be nice to fly down there for a future event.
We are pretty far up north in Canadania,

Groovy

AnalogByNature responds:

proclaimed Ash, as he connects his stump into his chainsaw, landing back down on the ground, surrounded by a horde of Deadites. After fending them off with a wail of swipes from it's gnashing, hellishly rugged chain, he soon runs out of fuel. Boomstick strapped over his shoulder, and Necronomicon in hand, he gazes his sight at the circle of fast-approaching deadites, some of which being members of his party some mere minutes ago.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to send you all home" he professes, as he locks his eyes on a nearby gas canister propped up against his oldsmobile, parked just behind the pack of angry demons of dementia. "hope you know how to hitch-hike in hell" as he blast off the volcanic shell into the flammable void that now engulfs our hero's attackers.
Blowing off the barrel, and within the emergence of uplifting, victorious orchestral, he sets his eyes back on his girlfriend, Linda, awaiting her embrace. "Give me some sugar, baby"