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Post by Trickstick on May 18, 2011 9:22:42 GMT -5
I think a new tune is in order.
*Goes to his lab to work on a gatling gatling punisher.*
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Post by Trooper One-Nine-Seven-Four on May 18, 2011 9:27:24 GMT -5
I think a new tune is in order. *Goes to his lab to work on a gatling gatling punisher.* Or a punishin' gattla gattla! Make sure it's quintuple-linked, though.
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Post by cheminhaler on May 18, 2011 9:36:54 GMT -5
*Watches in horror as Trickstick and Trooper dance, whilst shooting all the controls in the control room, with uncontrolled bursts of Punisher cannon fire.*
Wait. Shouldn't those bullets only be going 24"?
Hmm. Estimate for rewiring the control room, guv'nor?
Tsk, tsk. Look at all that rust and damage. Do you know how much WD40 I'll have to spray on that?
About 17 million tons of plasticrack and several continental-sized bacon butties should do it...
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Post by Trickstick on May 18, 2011 9:40:34 GMT -5
Wires? It is all done with string and imps...
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Post by Trooper One-Nine-Seven-Four on May 18, 2011 9:42:19 GMT -5
Nah, my Gatling cannon isn't a Punisher cannon--it's a Warlord Titan class weapon that fires artillery shells... <.< >.> Quick, cheminhaler, start pushing buttons and pulling levers!
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Post by Trickstick on May 18, 2011 10:08:54 GMT -5
*Pulls the "soup dragon" lever. A giant, soup-breathing dragon appears and eats Cheminhaler's legs. It then covers him with ministrone soup, scalding him.*
Nothing can defeat Kevin! Quite literally, his only weakness is that charades confuses him.
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Post by Rolling Thunder on May 18, 2011 10:13:40 GMT -5
*Decides to test this by taking a flanged mace to Kevins' skull*
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Post by Trickstick on May 18, 2011 10:18:38 GMT -5
*Decides to test this by taking a flanged mace to Kevins' skull* *Kevin's skull is ticklish so kevin bites RT's hand off and spits it back out.*
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Post by Walrus on May 18, 2011 10:20:17 GMT -5
*finishes spleen replacement*
Do you know how hard it is to do that while running?! Anyway where were we... Oh yes, charging. *charges Kevin and bayonets him in the achilles tendon* Aha! Let's see you run from RT now!
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Post by Trickstick on May 18, 2011 10:24:49 GMT -5
*Kevin backhands Walrus into a pit of oily Walruses. His tendons seem undamaged.*
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Post by Walrus on May 18, 2011 10:28:23 GMT -5
Walruses?
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on May 18, 2011 10:32:17 GMT -5
*Makes a house in Kevin's aorta, right up there near the left ventricle.*
You damn kids stay off my lawn!
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Post by Trickstick on May 18, 2011 10:37:15 GMT -5
*Kevin seems to accept Ymmot, although sends some leukocytes to keep an eye on him and some erythrocytes to bring him soup.*
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Post by Walrus on May 18, 2011 10:49:14 GMT -5
Lucky ymmot, you get soup...
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Post by Trickstick on May 18, 2011 10:57:18 GMT -5
Lucky ymmot, you get soup... *Kevin covers Walrus in boiling hot soup.*
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Post by Walrus on May 18, 2011 11:02:33 GMT -5
Woooo, soup ;D *devours soup*
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Post by cheminhaler on May 18, 2011 11:06:38 GMT -5
Aaargh my legs!
Aaaargh! Minestrone soup!
*Passes Feel No Watervoles extra save, using a bent dice.*
*Rewires the imps and strings to accept the psychic commands of my pet watervole - Lucretia.*
*Lucretia then activates the 'Droop Wagon' to fight against the soup dragon, in a mega titanic boxing ring in the centre of the Arena.*
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Post by Rolling Thunder on May 18, 2011 11:13:41 GMT -5
*Decides to test this by taking a flanged mace to Kevins' skull* *Kevin's skull is ticklish so kevin bites RT's hand off and spits it back out.* *Uses the anti-godmode shield and thus ignores Kevins' bite.* Silly Kevin-dragon... *Lays into the dragon with his mace*
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Post by cheminhaler on May 18, 2011 11:32:22 GMT -5
*Watches in horror as pieces of Kevin go flying in all directions*
*Takes pictures of Saint RT slaying the Dragon to sell to passing Japanese tourists, at vastly inflated prices.*
*Negotiates with more passing tourists*
Now I have enough to buy myself golden prosthetic legs!
*Hobbles off to wire the legs in..*
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Post by Trickstick on May 18, 2011 11:39:41 GMT -5
*Decides to test this by taking a flanged mace to Kevins' skull* *Kevin's skull is ticklish so kevin bites RT's hand off and spits it back out.* *Uses the anti-godmode shield and thus ignores Kevin's bite.* Silly Kevin-dragon... *Lays into the dragon with his mace* *As his last act, Kevin retaliates with RT's own incorrect apostrophe usage. RT goes into a rage and declares heresy on himself. Ymmot is thrust into a pocket dimension filled with soup.*
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Post by Trooper One-Nine-Seven-Four on May 18, 2011 11:45:18 GMT -5
*Watches in horror as pieces of Kevin go flying in all directions* *Takes pictures of Saint RT slaying the Dragon to sell to passing Japanese tourists, at vastly inflated prices.* *Negotiates with more passing tourists* Now I have enough to buy myself golden prosthetic legs! *Hobbles off to wire the legs in..* *Confiscates cheminhaler's golden prosthetic legs and replaces them with a set of platinum prosthetic legs*
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Post by Trickstick on May 18, 2011 11:49:59 GMT -5
*Confiscates cheminhaler's golden prosthetic legs and replaces them with a set of platinum prosthetic legs* *Confiscates Cheminhaler's platinum prosthetic legs and replaces them with a set of legs made from plastic tea stirrers. Puts the platinum legs into the arena upgrade treasury.*
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Post by Trooper One-Nine-Seven-Four on May 18, 2011 12:00:11 GMT -5
*Confiscates cheminhaler's golden prosthetic legs and replaces them with a set of platinum prosthetic legs* *Confiscates Cheminhaler's platinum prosthetic legs and replaces them with a set of legs made from plastic tea stirrers. Puts the platinum legs into the arena upgrade treasury.* *Guns down Trickstick as he attempts to abscond with Cheminhaler's platinum prosthetic legs* I made those specifically for Cheminhaler, and Cheminhaler alone, you cur! *Returns the platinum prosthetic legs to Cheminhaler* *Jams the plastic tea stirrers into Trickstick's twitching corpse*
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Post by Trickstick on May 18, 2011 12:01:41 GMT -5
*Uses the tea stirrers to revive.*
If you don't want him to have magic life giving legs then fine.
*Drives over Trooper with a bacon tank.*
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Post by Trooper One-Nine-Seven-Four on May 18, 2011 12:08:10 GMT -5
*Dives under the hull of the bacon tank so the treads bypass me, and then turns a heavy flamer on the bacon tank, cooking it until the tank, and crew (who I assume are also made out of bacon) are perfectly well done*
Bacon anyone?
Omnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom...
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