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 Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 6:20 pm
Even the super hairgel of the year 2111 couldn't withstand the sheer force of voice that encapsulated him. Was this really the force of God?
"T-T-Turtlepoise? Is that you?" he asked meekly, testing the waters. Pleasedon'tkillme, spoke his mindofrequency.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 6:28 pm
It spoke with a most strange accent, almost like a New Yorker. The General Derelict, however, was unaware of New York accents, having never actually been to Earth (despite frequent invitations from his supporters on the humanoform planetoid).
Yeah, yeah, Turtlepoise. You can call me It, actually. Alright, ********. Let's stop shooting the bull and get down to business here. Your ******** ancestors took My Vorpal Dirk and started killing s**t with it. the God said. The General Derelict seemed to nod his head in dumb appreciation of Its voice.
And now this a*****e over here, the General ******** or whatever he calls himself, wants to fuggin' take it for himself! Do you realize how long I had to wait for the lienergy to manifest so I could find you? Fuggin' inferior lifeforms always fuggin' up the Great Work.
Anyway, hand over the Dirk and I won't have to use My tentacles.
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Sui the foot doktor Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 6:35 pm
Oh God. A New Yorker. The final battle music began to play eerily in the background, and Tailos was almost certain he could hear the word "Sephiroth" being repeated by Gregorian chant. He was unsure just of why, but dreaded the One-Winged Tentacle despite his ********. Heh. What d-do you intend to use the Dirk for, It? There's no way it's being handed over for ultimate galactic destruction and all that."
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"And we're not inferior lifeforms. The Angry Beards are more inferior than us!"
Tentacles. That image probulated his mind for a second or two, as the thought sank in. Although rather sickened by the thought, the fact that the Captain's name was Tailos rather than anything in La Blue Girl was incredibly shocking and bad. Time to skadoodle right out.
"So, uh, it was nice meeting you?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 6:41 pm
The General Derelict seized suddenly, and it was obvious he was actually the vessel for the God. A tentacle phased into reality and shot out of the General's legoid, wrapping itself around Tailos.
YOU WILL NOT LEAVE UNTIL IT HAS DECREED SUCH. The temperature of the universe seemed to drop even further below absolute zero. ITS REASONS FOR THE REGRABIFICATION OF THE DIRK ARE UNNECESSARY. RETURN THE DIRK TO IT AT ONCE.
The General Derelict croaked several inaudible words from his food vacuole while the God suspended him from the air. An odd Silent Hill-like fog began to filter into the room, despite the powerful sukicratons removing most unusual and foreign air-things from the room.
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Sui the foot doktor Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 12:07 am
The mechanical man was unsure of what to do. It couldn't see what the two were talking to, nor could it hear it. It was probably speaking directly into their minds. He looked from Captain Tailos to the Andro-Tobor, and back to the Captain. As long as the Captain had the Dirk, he would be mostly fine, so the man did what it was he was best at: he smashed.
Turning to his left, he ran straight through the wall of the repairobay, through what appeared to be a sickbay, and plowed right into the Grand Kowatzitz.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 5:14 am
The Grand Kowatzitz staggered backwards as the mechanical man ran into it, saved from falling only by planting the Prismatic Warhammer on the ground behind it to keep its balance.
Shoving the man away from it, it regained its proper balance on its legoids and glared at the man, shaking its hammer-holding appendage, which had been wrenched when it almost fell.
It remembered the mechanical man from the Soulbounty, and wondered why it was on the Crozuilus. It came to the conclusion that the Soulbounty must be nearby, which meant that the enemy was onboard. It hoped that the whole crew had come, since that meant that the mission of retrieving the Dirk could be completed. And Magical Girls could meet the Warhammer.
Why are you aboard the Crozuilus? the Kowatzitz asked. Is your captain meeting his fleshy doom here? Or have you just come to be Prisma-smashed? It would have grinned had its face parts been able. Instead its voice just sounded more gleeful, and it gripped the Warhammer in its unwrenched handthing.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 5:33 am
The tentacle curled about his thigh and struggling seemed to only tighten the leech-like grip. As such, Tailos went the alternative route and sang the Dirk right into it's motled green lymphosuckers.
"I'll leave when I so wish, It! You'll never take the Dirk from the Federation - neither will your Andro-Tobor lackeys."
The Captain pondered for a moment - if only he could sound braver. If only he could have more courage... He could become an hero. The Silent Hill fog that lazily passed into the depthspace of Astral Plane limbo was unnerving. Horrors of Pyramid Heads and Tarp!!1s lurked in there, according to the official report several years ago.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 1:33 pm
Somewhere in space, the Bakeryship floated randomly, it's cloud of sweet smelling particles floating out behind it...
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 1:36 pm
Roufette was staring at the engine. She'd slipped a tiny cake into the panal to see if it would cook. She wasn't really sure she'd followed the directions, but it looked like it was rising.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 1:40 pm
Rosie sat in the front of the ship, appearing to be piloting it in some way while singing very loudly to herself. She only paused once in a while to eat one of the many delicious creations she had created.
"So... I wonder if we're NEAR anything." She said.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 1:44 pm
"Don't you have a GPS center or something?"
Looking into the distance, Roufetta could spy a small grey shipcenter. It looked almost like the Derelict's ship. How funny that they'd end up there again.
"What about that?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 1:46 pm
"Oooooh! Okay! Let's go there, then and see if your robot man is there! Then maybe we can sell something to the people who are on the ship, if they like pastries, that is, and want to have some that are fresh from the oven! Oh... do I have anything in there I should take out before we land?" She looks over her shoulder as she babbles, still smiling happily.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 1:47 pm
"NOTHING!" Roufetta yelled, stepping in front of the oven/engine/thingamacduff.
She didn't need Rosie to see the rising ball of dough coming out of the panel door.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 1:49 pm
Rosie blinks several times.
"Oh, okay then! Prepare to dock! Where's the door on this thing? Or a window... " She manuvers the ship around till she finds a good place to land, and several doughball wads suck onto the side of the ship, holding the bakeryship firmly in place. "Ah hah! Here we are!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 1:52 pm
Roufetta looked around nervously. The ball of dough was starting to puch her forward. It was starting to be...conspicuous.
"Um...How do we get into the ship?"
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