Grayos Dialogue Generator

I give you the Grayos Dialogue Generator.

Go to this URL http://madlibmachine.com/.

In the Insert Saved Content Frame at the bottom, copy and paste the text from the attached text file.

Click Insert to add the text.
Change your Madlib selections as needed or desired. See list of entries below if options are not self-explanatory.
Click the Random checkbox.
Click Generate.
Behold your Grayos Dialog!

Here are some samples:

Grayos: Are we done? Is it “Flatulent” time yet? Or are we still Slapping each other? I was under the impression that the one in the Barber shop with the Parrot had the patent on Crapping so Acidly and Poorly.

(Grayos glances at Graelen, whom he half expects to be writing droll in iambic pentameter regarding the litany of reasons why he wishes The Sovereign Host would just take him away to a land of Ox-carts and Sunshine. He then returns focus to those still present in the room.)

Grayos: By the fires of the Nine Hells, and frosts of Stygia I suppose, does no one have a shred of self esteem here? Must we spend actual time Grooming each other up? There are Dragon shard classes and meetings held at the auditorium monthly, maybe they could be put to use. As for you all, what is this garbage about Tits and Tentacles? If you must stick with tired clichés, bear this in mind. We are the mastiff on that Tits. We are the Red Prince on those Tentacles. We grow in power while those that believe they are in control grow Stale.

While I shouldn’t be surprised if another blow to my beautiful face should arise, this group needs to Sweep less and Fornicate a little more… (glancing at the now closed door to the apartment) and bathe a little more, too. That Hostess was little match for us. Struck down with the efficacy that comes from the power we wield. Everything that has been sent our way has fallen under our wake, and our power rises. Verily, we have Prostitutes at our command, and yet we bemoan the existence of those that would stand in our way. The road to power is not paved, we must Buy it on our own. And if that road leads to My pants, well, by the Nine Hells, we go, and leave decimation in our wake…

(Glances at Mathas…)

Grayos: …and maybe a few stanzas of Cat hair.


Grayos: Are we done? Is it “Witless” time yet? Or are we still Slapping each other? I was under the impression that the one in the Outhouse with the Wristwatch had the patent on Dilly-dallying so Acidly and Half-assedly.

(Grayos glances at Erandis d’Vol, whom he half expects to be writing droll in iambic pentameter regarding the litany of reasons why he wishes The Tooth Fairy would just take him away to a land of Ox-carts and Rain. He then returns focus to those still present in the room.)

Grayos: By the fires of the Nine Hells, and frosts of Stygia I suppose, does no one have a shred of self esteem here? Must we spend actual time Grooming each other up? There are Dragon shard classes and meetings held at the auditorium monthly, maybe they could be put to use. As for you all, what is this garbage about Asses and Tentacles? If you must stick with tired clichés, bear this in mind. We are the mastiff on that Asses. We are the Fruity Prince on those Tentacles. We grow in power while those that believe they are in control grow Obese.

While I shouldn’t be surprised if another blow to my beautiful face should arise, this group needs to Shuck less and Flagellate a little more… (glancing at the now closed door to the apartment) and bathe a little more, too. That Hostess was little match for us. Struck down with the efficacy that comes from the power we wield. Everything that has been sent our way has fallen under our wake, and our power rises. Verily, we have Blankets at our command, and yet we bemoan the existence of those that would stand in our way. The road to power is not paved, we must Buy it on our own. And if that road leads to My pants, well, by the Nine Hells, we go, and leave decimation in our wake…

(Glances at Mathas…)

Grayos: …and maybe a few stanzas of Urine.


Grayos: Are we done? Is it “Witless” time yet? Or are we still Mashing each other? I was under the impression that the one in the Cat-house with the Pliers had the patent on Crapping so Brazenly and Poorly.

(Grayos glances at Graelen, whom he half expects to be writing droll in iambic pentameter regarding the litany of reasons why he wishes The Sovereign Host would just take him away to a land of Bonnets and Sunshine. He then returns focus to those still present in the room.)

Grayos: By the fires of the Nine Hells, and frosts of Stygia I suppose, does no one have a shred of self esteem here? Must we spend actual time Punching each other up? There are Warforged classes and meetings held at the auditorium monthly, maybe they could be put to use. As for you all, what is this garbage about Eyebrows and Eyeballs? If you must stick with tired clichés, bear this in mind. We are the mastiff on that Eyebrows. We are the Red Shifter on those Eyeballs. We grow in power while those that believe they are in control grow Flaccid.

While I shouldn’t be surprised if another blow to my beautiful face should arise, this group needs to Swing less and Urinate a little more… (glancing at the now closed door to the apartment) and bathe a little more, too. That Haberdasher was little match for us. Struck down with the efficacy that comes from the power we wield. Everything that has been sent our way has fallen under our wake, and our power rises. Verily, we have Prostitutes at our command, and yet we bemoan the existence of those that would stand in our way. The road to power is not paved, we must Fly it on our own. And if that road leads to My pants, well, by the Nine Hells, we go, and leave decimation in our wake…

(Glances at Mathas…)

Grayos: …and maybe a few stanzas of Snuff.


Words to provide:

Adjective <adjective>

Verb+ing <verbing1>
Location <location1>
Noun <noun1>
Verb+ing <verbing2>
Adverb <adverb1>
Adverb <adverb2>
Character <character1>
Supernatural Entity <supernatural_entity1>
Noun (plural) <noun2>
Noun <noun3>
Verb+ing <verbing3>
Noun <noun4>
Noun (plural) <noun5>
Noun (plural) <noun6>
Adjective <adjective1>
Noun <noun7>
Adjective <adjective2>
Verb <verb4>
Verb <verb5>
Job Title <jobtitle1>
Noun (plural) <noun8>
Verb <verb6>
Location <location2>
Noun <noun9>

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