Our avatars in a room

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**the shrouded lord**

cool.
whats chron?
and i think bob should put his pants on.
p.s i may or may not be in the chemera cooling system

**Guardsmen Bob**

*points to the paper*

Alright Valerian, if you want my help with this cult, then you have to help me get my pants back from the Jeanstealers first. I suggest we strike from the south with vendettas, while you and I enter through the air ducts.

*Looks at the illusion*

Are you listening?

**the shrouded lord**

*throws pants at bob*
they are smell like you are have pooed self bob!
bllllaaaarrgggg
*vomits on bob*

**Admiral Valerian**

That is totally disgusting.

**jaggedjaw**

*dead ringer*
I couldn't agree more.
*Backstab the shrouded lord*
Also, happy birthday.

**sing your life**

Happy birthday to you,
Creamed tomatoes and stew.

**the shrouded lord**

*vomits on jaggedjaw*
*vomits on jaggedjaw*
*vomits on jaggedjaw*
*vomits on jaggedjaw*
*vomits on jaggedjaw*
*vomits on jaggedjaw*
*vomits on jaggedjaw*
*vomits on jaggedjaw*
*vomits on jaggedjaw*
*vomits on jaggedjaw*

**Admiral Valerian**

Quit it or I'm liable to do something...nasty.

**Guardsmen Bob**

Yuck! *Pulls out a flamer, and burns his pants*

So much vomit! It must all burn!

*Soon, the pants-less guardsman is burning the whole place*

**sing your life**

Hello Bob. Nowi wants to go beddy-byes..

**the shrouded lord**

*vomits on floor*
Who the feth put *vomits*pestasheo in my *vomits* ice-cream? *vomits*
I'm *vomits* allergic *vomits*
oh god, bob *vomits* put the kid to *vomits* bed before she sees *vomits* me and turns into a *vomits inside fridge* dragon again.

**jaggedjaw**

Quick, hide in here.
*points gun at head*

**Admiral Valerian**

You bastards made Miku cry!

**sing your life**

It's ok,. Nowi will fix it!

*turns into dragon and barbacues Shrouded lord and Jaggedjaw*

**Guardsmen Bob**

I do love the smell of a dragon BBQ.

**the shrouded lord**

*pain*
Wait a second, the dragon flame cured me! Yay!

**sing your life**

*sniff* Seems I didn't do enough.

*burns the shrouded lord for a whole minute*

**Admiral Valerian**

Want some pudding?

**the shrouded lord**

*ow*
*coughs* can you please stop that,? please?
Also: does pudding have pestashio?

**Admiral Valerian**

No, I don't think so.

**the shrouded lord**

Ok il have some then please

**Admiral Valerian**

(gets a slice from the fridge)

Help yourself.

**jaggedjaw**

*dead ringer*
Don't mind if I do.

**the shrouded lord**

Thanks valerian *eats small ammount of pudding* , oh and bob I got you some new pants, now good night everyone
*falls asleep, comatose because of not eating meat*

**Novelist47**

NAH, NAH, NAH. IM DA BOSS SO I MAKE THE RULES

**sing your life**

You're mean! I hate you!

**Trondheim**

Oh dear, sounds like they need more rihgtous hate and less love!

**jaggedjaw**

I agree.
*Ba! Ack! Stab! Baaack Stab!*

**Guardsmen Bob**

*Puts on his new pants*

I never thought you could back stab something without a back.

You're a real sharp dresser, and stabber, but you could do without the ski mask.

*Pulls off his sunglasses, revealing another pair underneath, and tosses them to the spy*

Now this is how you kill in style!

**Admiral Valerian**

I don't know how that's even possible.