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JKB will like you

i hope so ^.^

Wolfshead, you of all people should know better than to try to bribe a member of the commissariat, let alone one trained under my eyes. It's time you and I had a little "personal chat" in my office.

*Physically lifts the trooper off of his feet by the lapels of his vest and carries him back to his quarters with a look of ill-concealed enthusiasm*

*Not moments later, a crash is heard, and Wolfshead is seen sprinting away from Wasabi's office, with the Commissar in hot pursuit, cursing like an Imperial navalman*

Wasabi! come chat

http://mibbit.com/?channel=%23222&server=irc.mibbit.net

hlaine.larkin wrote:Wasabi! come chat

http://mibbit.com/?channel=%23222&server=irc.mibbit.net

I would love to, but unfortunately I'm just about to leave my apartment to go visit family. I might get a chance to later!

okay
we will chat later

ok ^.^

Hmm...
We have been talking too much about serious things...

Russki ran to the acid pool, holding a large jar in his hands...
Carefully he filled it with the poisenous liquid before walking back to the camp.
There he climbed on the tank, made sure that no one could see him and filled it with the acid...
Then he jumped off the machine, ran back to his quarters and started loading his shotgun.
"Let's see what happens now..." he grinned....

O.o uh oh this dosen't look good

sitting nonchalantly smoking a cigar...
Is that tank supposed to be smoking?
Picks up dice
Let's see...
*rolls a six*
Damn!
BOOM! (tanks explodes)

*Taps Private Russki on the shoulder, supressing a grin at the small jolt that ran up the soldier's spine*

You'll no doubt be pleased to know that I had the techpriests rerout the fuel lines to ensure that there will be no more incidents like last night's inebriation of the machine spirit.

But I'm sure you already knew that, that's the only reason why you'd be pouring acid into this poor Leman Russ, wouldn't it? *his face turns to a grin that would make a daemon shudder*

Dr_Wasabi wrote:*Taps Private Russki on the shoulder, supressing a grin at the small jolt that ran up the soldier's spine*

You'll no doubt be pleased to know that I had the techpriests rerout the fuel lines to ensure that there will be no more incidents like last night's inebriation of the machine spirit.

But I'm sure you already knew that, that's the only reason why you'd be pouring acid into this poor Leman Russ, wouldn't it? *his face turns to a grin that would make a daemon shudder*

The following scene involves a Commissar running around the camp like a Khorne Beserker and Russki running around the camp screaming like a little five year old girl...

*Ultimately, the scene culminates with Commissar Wasabi making a scrumball tackle that would shatter the bones of a man less than a Catachan guardsman and dragging Russki to the tank hanger as if he were a spoiled child.*

Now, when you were up here attempting to "feed" the machine spirit, you mistakenly spilt a little acid.

*Indicates a tiny, almost molecular spot of burned paint*

As a way to make it up to this elegant piece of machinery, you've won yourself the noble task of repainting it for Commander Sigmund.

*Hands him a bucket of cherise paint and a paintbrush of a size that would be much better suited to the task of cleaning one's teeth before settling into a corner to watch the private as he works*

Wow Commissar Wasabi is a strict regulartor ^.^

*watches Russki as he start painting*

I like it

*smiles*

now all I have to to today is *looks at duty roster* Ahh patch up the holes that Russki blew in the latrine...




Im on chat

what job should I do today?

try... harassing the...psykers

come chat everybody!

Come to the chat everyone!!

that is an order! get on the chat now! uh...sirs...

me and my servo-skull assisstant of Sterling will be back later ^.^

I can't get into the chat. It's just sitting on the loading screen doin' nuffin.

But that's okay. I'm so tired I went to the shop on my way home, bought the wrong thing (only went and got one thing) and didn't realise until I left the shopping centre I got something else entirely.

ZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

NVM. Working now. But feeling v.lonely....

I'm back and the chat is empty :S
except for JKB ^.^

Where are my boys, Maa and Kraken? I havent heard from them for a good long while...

I don't know... i may fire them..

<sniff> My boys...I might see if I can rustle them up.

"General Smeugal here to lead the suicide charge sir!"

you arn't a general smeagul

Regimental news...

As of this moment the following ranks are awarded.

Sniper Maa- Master Sniper
Master Sniper JK- Liutenant (platoon Gamma)
Tank Commander Sigmund-RSM (and command of) Platoon Alpha

so...