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 Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 8:54 pm
(A tall Irken walks through the double doors. He is dressed in a purple technician's overcoat, and seems bored. After ordering a small salty lemonade, he takes a window seat and produces a sketch pad and pen from his Pak. He begins to sketch a weapons schematic, taking an occasional sip from his lemonade.)
Hmmm...the amplifiers seem too weak for this version...
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 8:52 am
I'll be one of the 5 to just hang around on a regular basis...if you still need them.... :]
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 3:11 pm
uh i will be the drive thru squeeee!
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 3:42 pm
(A clearly well disguised Irken walks in)
Bobjoe (the irken): So who is is part of the... no... wait... it would blow the cover. Never mind. Hey Sir. Get over here.
SIR: *comes in disguised as a great dane*
Bobjoe:Do you have the weapon?
SIR: WOOF!! Yes.
Bobjoe: Now lets eat some earth taco supplements. *people stare at Bobjoe*
SIR: WOOF!!
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 9:48 pm
Oooh! can I make teh Taquitos? Takeetos? Please! I have a moose. xp
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 7:01 am
Bobjoe: *looks at girl who just walked in* Uhh... hi.
SIR: WOOF!! Who is she?
Bobjoe: I dont know. Just dont ask.
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 8:55 pm
*runs up to the counter, pushing customers to the side, frantically waving a small plastic moose and a hat made out of beef taquitos*
Please! I wanna make the takeetos! If I don't get a job, the aliens are gonna probe me again!
*looks around, sees Bobjoe and several miscellaneous SIR and DIR units staring at her and lowers the taquito hat*
The aliens want my moose.
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 6:59 am
Bobjoe: I dont want that disgusting thing.
SIR: WOOF!! Can I eat her?
Bobjoe: Feel free to do that. Nothing suspicious is going on. Im just going to... leave now... *Bobjoe leaves*
SIR: *takes off suit and goes into the defencive mode. you know, the one with all the lasers*
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 9:55 am
(A few weeks after my last post)
*DIR races back into the Crazy Taco in his little dragon suit (think GIR but as a dragon rather than a dog. Sai always tells people hes a mutant iguana)*
DIR: TAQUITOS!!!! NOWW!!!! Neeed.....MEATSSS!!!!! *twitches*
*Sai walks in behind him reading a book about ghosts*
Sai: Ughhhh...didn't we go over how much I loathe this horrible pile of concrete and grease?
DIR: DONT CARE! TACO NOWWW!!!!!
Sai: Just calm down, DIR. We certianly don't want another episode like the one you caused at the GSX launch day at the mall.
*a shadowy dragonlike figure materilizes on Sai's wrist device* Indeeed
Sai: Quiet, S.M.A.U.G. We're trying to act normal here
S.M.A.U.G.: Says the girl dressed up like a rejected Snot Topic punk while her hyperactive pet lizard jumps all over the counter...
Sai: Please. I don't need this*disconnects device*
DIR: TAAACOOOSSSS!!!!!!!!!!
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 1:32 pm
Bobjoe: *walkes back in* So how are you guys... *looks at SIR* What are you doing?
SIR: Woof? What are you talking about?
Bobjoe: Ugh. Your not in disguise.
SIR: Im not? *looks at people*Uhh I mean... WOOF! *gets into disguise*
Bobjoe: Your stupid.
SIR: AM NOT!!
Bobjoe: Dont you mean woof?
SIR: From now on YOU be the dog.
Bobjoe: Yeah right.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 8:32 pm
(The tall Irken in the purple technician's overcoat has only finally realised that he has spent almost five hours in the restaurant. He gathers his notebooks and office supplies, stuffing them into his Pak without bothering to hide his Alien nature. Before he goes, though, he walks calmly to the counter and hails a cashier...)
Hey, can I get two large tacos and a large Classic Poop to go, please?
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