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[Sniffs WK] I'd say so.

[Accepts cocktails] Thank you. Care to join? [Holds one up to wk] As acquaintances only... I understand the concept of property, and that new fleur de lis tattoo is a very clear "mine".
[Flicks TV on and yawns]

*accepts the drink and sits down tiredly*
Why not? It's not like it's the worst thing I've ever had to do, having a drink with a demon is mild in comparison.
*rubs the fleur de lis*
It's not a tattoo. It's actually a brand I'm pretty sure, she took me to go burn some Renegades for our first date, and one of them got a bit too close with a flamer.
*pauses*
A Sister in full battle rage is a scary sight to see.

"Not the worst thing..." I'd say I've never been so insulted, but it would be an absolute lie. [Looks briefly rather sad]
[Goes back to appearing perky] [Flicks through channels] Eh, it's all late night crap. Here, you pick. [Passes remote and sips drink]

*starts flipping through channels*
Well, it appears that our choices are either the Dwarves vs. Orcs Blood Bowl game, or the Necromunda gang wars show

Is the channel of absolutely nothing but apes picking bugs out of each other's fur on? I heard that humans enjoy intellectually stimulating shows.
That is, shows that would stimute their highly intellectual desire to pick bugs out of each others fur. Which to be honest, is an incredibly intelligent desire for a human. I doubt any of you could comprehend anything more complex.

*picks up Verviedi and drops him in the toilet before flushing it*
I hate that fething potato....
*puts on the Blood Bowl game*

[Fishes the toilet potato back out] Don't clog the toilets.

[Disinfects and then places V on the radiator to dry] [Finds a clean potato in the kitchen and carefully swaps it over]

[Carries V to the sofa and then very slowly starts nibbling the potato in millimetre increments] Stop being rude, and I'll stop eating your power source.

I'm afraid you're too good at your job. Don't worry. I don't bite. It's humans that I don't like. And you are not a human, dear, so I can safely enjoy being tickled.
*Sparks slightly*
Oh, where was I? Yes, right. Humans. I once had a robot aid a human escape from my facility. I put him in a blast furnace for a year, and then the cryogenic storage wing. And then I put him in the room where we test the effects of robots screaming at you for ten yesrs.

..! [Points to various innocent seeming points on WK for reference almost inaudibly whispers detailed explanations to the potato regarding how to best sensory overload them]
[Looks up] Just watch your game...

"I leave for a little while, and the tech-savvy Terran is turned into a vegetable, and with an attitude, no less?"

*Ponders*

"At least he isn't dangerous in that form..."

OOC: I love GLaDOS from the Portal games. Very clever couple of games, those! Makes a good character for this crazy room!

Thank you very much. That knowledge has been added, and will be tested shortly, after I obtain a plug to take control of this room.
*Raises voice slightly*
Could somebody please connect me to that wall socket? I could do something benevolent. You may think I want revenge for being stuffed in a toilet, but I'm a much bigger person than that.

OOC: Verviedi is off attempting to charm an Eldar. GLaDOS is my standin character. I recently beat both Portal games, and I'm inclined to sgree that she's both a great character and a great fit for this room.

"So, the talking vegetable has designs on taking over this room? I think we'd better just put it in a box and leave it be. Its intentions are probably anything but benevolent."

Well, I wouldn't be a pleasure daemon if I didn't give people what they asked for, now and then. [Gently attaches Vervitato to wall plug, and plugs into wall]

You stay out of the yellow vehicle.

*idly scratches fleur de lis brand on cheek*
*hurls a frag grenade at Verviedi*
Fething potato.

Agh, our guardsman is back, good call on the armour then. Your alive, she did not kill you, oh, nice burn scar. Least that might put your ex off.

*offers everyone drinks and food*
Blood bowl on? The ironfoots are playing soon vs orks.

*vox rings, *
Hello, ferasian touri.... Agh hello Marla, yes wk is here, Il put him on for you.
*puts hand over phone*
Marla for you, she sounds rather happy, and seems your invited to 10,532 schola ball on Terra, formal, youl need a snappy uniform.
*hands wk vox phone and goes to watch blood bowl*

*picks up the vox*
Hello honey. Oh no, the brand is healing up just nicely, it doesn't itch at all!
*scratches the brand*
*listens*
A formal ball? I'll go get my formal dress uniform then.
*listens*
Alright then. Bye.
*hangs up*

*space wolf hands WK a jar of Ferasian brand burn salve *

Try that stuff, it works, been used on my planet for centuries, miht not fix everything but will cure the itch. ,

YES, DWARF TOUCHDOWN!
*celebrates by downing ale*

Finaly, Dwarves been pushing on the left for past 10 minutes,

*group of drunken space wolves cheer winning there bet and slam tankards together and chant ferasian celebrations*

*takes the salve*
Thanks. Marla felt the need to claim me as hers and brought out the brand. I didn't complain because the Succubus did far worse things to me to try to claim me as hers, so that was mild in comparison.
*applies the salve*
Much better.

*A piston extends from the floor and whirls around a bit*
Excellent. That machinery is still here, and still functioning. Much unlike the minds of all present humans.

*picks up Verviedi*
Continue to insult my species and I'll have you turned into potato salad.

*space marines grumble at being refered to as human*

Human, since when do they have 3 lungs, live for centuries and have minds conditioned capable of reacting in miliseconds.

We are not mere humans. *Spits and tiled floor dissolves in one corner*

*turns to wk*
Aye, well least she is less crazy and hey, who is going to argue with her if they try to threaten you?

Anyway, *clocks a finger*
Several tailors apeear to fit WK dress uniform properly

*Removes helmet*

WAAAAAI'verebootedmyOrkp&mblogAAAAGH!!!

I know you won't do that. It's not like you're actually capable of comprehending the complex and perfectly respectable mechanisms that produce potato salad.

*pulls out combat knife*
Care to bet on that?
*sees Kiln become an Ork*
Oh for the love of the Emperor...
*throws Verviedi at Kiln*

Oi! Watch where ya throw dat potater fing! It's roight riled up from ya tossin' 'im about!

*throws a dud grenade at Kiln*

*sits watching with a ale*

Eh, homicidal potato's sound least of our worries.

[Curls up next to some of the sleeping Fenrisian wolves, and naps] Very cosy. And less judgemental than humans.

*wolf guards resting bc and slightly licks hat*

*space wolf looks on and instructs them to look after BC for the night*
Good wolves.

*starts carving a bench quietly down in the lower floor*

*sighs*
Time to go off to that event I suppose.
*puts on dress uniform and walks out the door*