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SilverDragon apologizes to Jess.
"But I'm still going to keep an eye on you. Oh, and thanks for the complement on the nastiness!"
------------------ Fear not the dragon, Fear not the wolf, Fear not the warship, Fear the person with my password. <grins>
Heh. Aren't I just sooo annoying?
------------------ Fear not the dragon, Fear not the wolf, Fear not the warship, Fear ME, person with my password!
Overrider walks in so pissed at everyone. he finds Oedipus and shoves 100 gallons of the most deadliest poison in the known universe. Overrider leaves as fast as he possibly can to report SD to forge. "hey forge have you checked out SilverDragon's signature lately? he seems to like capital f's"
------------------ You have been overriden by Overrider your computer is dead!
Jess laughs, wondering if SilverDragon is going to lose karma again.
------------------ In keeping with the middle ages theme of today's Blue Peter, we'll be learning how to make our own Iron Maiden. You will need: Some Thick Cardboard Some Kebab Skewers and A bicyle chain.
SilverDragon shrugs, and sips his water.
"It wasn't me," he replies.
Dragoon walks into the bar, and SilverDragon disappears, according to the laws of physics. He looks around, viewing a lot of people who seem hostile, shrugs, and orders a drink.
------------------ "Like I said, I'm awfully sorry for killing you, but the voices were insistant."
Argh! Last 10 mins! Jess gets very drunk, starts a fight with everyone and leaves the bar.
Dragoon watches Jess, as she leaves the bar, lacking several limbs after the fight.
He shrugs, and goes back to his drink.
(Dragoon is human, tall, Zidagar-Zachit-Human)
grunadulater looks at dragoon. "why hello there. I would like it if you would fear me."
------------------
Dragoon gives Grunadulator a look.
"It depends. How much do I get payed?"
"nothing at all." he finds a civilian in the bar and demoleculerizes him.
Dragoon shrugs.
"Then no way, you moron," Dragoon replies.
"ok if you insist."grunadulater walks outside and melts dragoons ship to a puddle.
Dragoon laughs.
"I didn't come in a ship, idiot," Dragoon points out. "You just scrapped your own ship, because I came here with this." Dragoon taps his Cosmic Beamer.
Then, just to show how it works, he presses a button and a Voinian Dreadnought appears outside.
"That's real."
"thats quite alright. SIC EM FUZZILLA!"a small fuzz jumps out of his pocket.
Dragoon uses his Cosmic Beamer, and four thousand fuzzies eat Fuzzilla.
Rima looks at the bits of Fuzzila and wonders how long it will take before the fuzz gets regenerated and attacks Dragoon.Rima takes a gulp of her drink and kicks one of the nearest 4 thousand fuzzes.
------------------ Look, it's a flying monkey. for those who want to know i have a new AIm screen name.
"You shoulnt have done that."grunadulater whistles and billion of trilions of fuzzilla's clones run up to dragoon and start tearing at his flesh, lodging their way down his throut, and attaking the other fuzzes.
Oedipus walks in.
"Playing god are we, children?" he asks while pondering over the fact that trillions of fuzzes have some how been packed into the bar. He shrugs. Due to the large amount of oxygen and methane in fuzzes fur, they tend to be extremely flammable. Knowing this, Oedipus pulls out a charge of dynamite with a one foot fuse, lights it, and sprints back to his ship, madly hits the controls, and jets off, away from the soon to be large explosion
------------------ what have I become, my sweetest friend. Everyone I know goes away, in the end "And the door closed with a satisfied ssssssh-aaaaah" may your stories live on, Douglas Adams, and may the mice find the true question of life, the universe, and everything
Dragoon walks back into the bar after having disappeared with the Cosmic Beamer before being attacked. He orders a drink of water.
"There's no point trying, grunadulater," Dragoon points out.