Well it has been a while, about 20 generations of Kuku's family, so about 400 years in Dog years, but with the late great Dr_KennethNoisewater's competition coming to an end, I thought I'd do another one to keep the momentum flowing. This is not however a writing competition, this is a roast. I invite all the Kuku-ites, and Kuku's current family member to come out here and tell me what they really think of me. 

There will be a prize fund of 25 million, paid out in credits or cash. You can enter as often as you like. If you die then with a quick verification your son or daughter can claim any prize you are entitled to instead. And finally, this competition will run until Thursday night at 8pm.

I will not seek revenge on any one who enters. I will not kill, have killed or pay to have killed any entrant, after all I have invited this upon myself. 

The History of the Roast is a long and proud one, dating back to the formation of the Friar's Club in 1904. The first Roast, happened in 1949 and its target was Maurice Chevalier, this was quickly followed by Sam Levenson and Joe E Lewis in 1950. My own personal favourite was that of Milton Berle. Just remember, at its best a roast is a celebration of community, an exercise in creativity and a rebellion against the snowflake generation... I expect yours will be nothing like this. So, come on boys, have at me!

I think it might me be time to stop taking the little blue pills and getting a hard on over kuku. I for one am bored of listening to it.

You tell me on private that you're trying to ignore him, and that you hate what he is,  yet you're out here forcing the issue and enabling him. To be honest, it seems like you thrive off the attention he gives you. 

Like I said to you in pm; you enable him, he enables you. Next time that you message me privately, when I have taken his kin on, you will not get a reply. I explained last time how to ignore him, you have totally not taken advice inboard and have once again forced the issue.

The old saying is; reap what you soe. 

Good luck with the roast  nonetheless 

Alice walked by and heard the invitation to roast Lincoln Lawyer. Turning toward the Cheshire cat she asked him  quite frankly.

"Should I attempt this roasting of the Lawyer? " 

The Cheshire Cat smiled his usual grin and answered. " He said boys you are not a boy. Beside do you want to make him cry? You know when you roast people they cry."

Alice shook her head as she walked away. " You are right as always, I am no boy and I wouldn't want to make another person I roasted cry."

I am by no means a follower of that psycho Kuku so maybe this admission into the contest doesn't count. But I'd never pass on a good roast, especially when money is involved. 

Lincoln, my biggest issue with you is the smug look always on your face. Don't tell me that's not the look of a villain. I'm pretty sure the guy who was fucking my wife gave me that same look when we first met. 

I bet you've fucked so many people's wives, maybe even mine. That's probably why you are a void bastard, because you avoid all your own bastards. 

The biggest roast here is that you posted this in the streets. It's clearly OOC. You're a godfather for gods sakes, you should know the difference between OOC and the streets. 

I shall finish off with a poem:
 

Lincoln Lawyer, Lincoln Lawyer

His look is as deadly as a star destroyer

Did he write that shot reports message or not?

Who cares! Because of him my wife's a thot. 

Okay, I really hope this wasn't too offensive. I'm sorry if it offended anyone. No harm was meant by it. I have much respect for you Lincoln. Keep up the good work!