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 Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 9:30 pm
The red figure continued flailing, thinking. Oh, it didn't like doing this at all.
A voice box would sound from the thing, in an advanced, but gravely voice.
"Could you please help?"
The thing almost shuddered. But obviously, it's pride wasn't existant since it was in tapioca.
((Got to go for now, I'll respond tommorrow.))
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 1:08 am
Well, it would seem that the idiocy field had claimed a new victim: Slowly, but quite surely, Peppa started transforming. It never did bode well, standing in the middle of a rain of trout for so long, but it was even less smart to do so in this of all places.
To be prompt - Peppa Clause suddenly turned into a giant Jedi Laser d***o.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 9:48 am
Trent continued to struggle in the tapioca, looking upwards at the figure.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 9:49 pm
Slowly, the Jedi Laser d***o rose into the air, becoming thoroughly lubricated by the rain, fish slime coating evenly for extra good penetration action.
Trent was about to get Laser Sodomized (TM).
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 9:58 am
And before it had even started, it was over. The robotic figure had recieved full Laser Jedi Penetration (TM) and was to be satisfied in the tapioca forever.
THat was, until the piano dropped onto him, thus ending his last piece of existance.
The piano slowly started to sink, but on top of it was an envelope, emblazoned upon it with bright blue ink was the words "Sales Report".
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