A wrestling move in which one wrestler begins by placing an open hand on an opponent's face and then pulls their hand away while also closing it (as though they were scraping the pulp out of a pumpkin), thereby scratching the opponent's face.
The Iron Sheik's signature move was the Camel Clutch, and Karth's signature move is the PumpkinScrape.
It is indescribable. But.. we will attempt to metaphor. You open up a can of creativity and see what spills out. This is a game that attempts to disprove Newton's Law by showing that in the realms of the imagination, the force to smash a fictional pumpkin is not always met by an equal and opposing force to save the aforementioned fictional pumpkin.
Scenario A:
Bob: I have drawn a Pumpkin
Smead: I will now squash your pumpkin by drawing a hammer hanging precariously above it.
Bob: (pondering...) Bun of a Snitch...
Smead: Your turn.
Bob: (Scribbling) Hold on. There is now a gigantic sponge on top of my pumpkin. My sponge absorbs the shock of your hammer.
Smead: So we do this back and forth until somebody slips up and overlooks one of the multiple threats lurking around the pumpkin, or else (on the opposing side) fails to threaten its safety?
Bob: Pretty much, yep.
Smead: Wait--who blocks with a sponge?
Bob: I do.
Smead: This game is weird.
(loud clapping)
The End Of Scenario A
(there is no Scenario B)
So let me get this straight... Spiderman, with his extra gigantic and somehow magical bean-bag frisbee managed to block ALL of my bullets I shot at your pumpkin?!?! Fine! Fine! I am drawing a nuke! Take THAT, web-shooter! Can't block that? Then The Pumpkin Game is over!
Time for making love. After the hard work of the harvest is done, and to relieve the pent-up tension of not being able to mate because of sweltering August weather (you know - sleeping on the porch, all the windows open, etc...). Also copulation at this time traditionally brought pregnancy to term after spring planting but well before the next year's harvest.
When the weather's hot and sticky there's no time for dunkin' dickie; when the frost is on the punkin that's the time for dickie dunkin'! - anonymous pithy verse
Tim was over to Laurie's again last night - I guess the frost is on the pumpkin!