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**Co'tor Shas**

*gets rid of disease*

Hey!

Good thing I'm self healing.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Penny drops] Oh Christ, another primarch?

[Bangs on side of tank] Come out of there, if he's talking calmly to daemons he's not going to care about your shenanigans.

Wait a second, who's coming to collect what, now?

**thenoobbomb**

*points to Verviedi*

You! I have not forgotten you!

*Two legionaries approach*

Hang this animal above the forge!

**Buttery Commissar**

...Never mind. [Bangs on tank again] [Hops through hatch] [Tank speeds away from legionaries]

[Sighs and sits down] Honestly, this is why we can't have nice things.

**thenoobbomb**

Nice is inefficient.

**Verviedi**

Eeee...

IOU one soul? I'll give you my soul when I get a time machine?

*Punched by legionaire*

Ooh... Saucy...

Come on! I already gave it to that horned fellow! I can give you someone elses' soul?

**Buttery Commissar**

[Swerves] What in the hell is going on back there?

Nice is a necessary instrument in improving morale and harmony amongst a working unit. It improves efficiency as a direct result...

**zgort**

*Takes the smoke from the mouth of the commissar, attempts to take a drag through mouth grill. Puts smoke back where he found it, never making eye contact*

**KaptinBadrukk**

Meow!!!

OOC: 200 pages? Kewl!

**Buttery Commissar**

zgort wrote:
*Takes the smoke from the mouth of the commissar, attempts to take a drag through mouth grill. Puts smoke back where he found it, never making eye contact*

[Very troubled expression] [Continues driving the tank]

... You could just unclamp and lift your helmet up.

**TheManWithNoPlan**

NOPE.

NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE.

NOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPE.

**Vitali Advenil**

[strolls in with his hands in his pockets] Oi, I don't think aiming an RPG is going to solve your virus problem. Well, I suppose it will, just not in the most efficient way.

**TheManWithNoPlan**

Vitali Advenil wrote:
[strolls in with his hands in his pockets] Oi, I don't think aiming an RPG is going to solve your virus problem. Well, I suppose it will, just not in the most efficient way.

What are you talking about? Obliterate the computer, obliterate the virus.

Flawless logic.

**Verviedi**

*Opium-Butterfly flies up TheManWithNoPlan's nose in response to his threat to murder the computer*

**zgort**

Buttery Commissar wrote:

[Very troubled expression] [Continues driving the tank]

... You could just unclamp and lift your helmet up.

I'm afraid I cannot remove the helmet. Not until I am promoted, anyway.

**Verviedi**

You know, technically my Mechanicus rank is Archmagos. Do I have the authority to promote an Astartes?

**Buttery Commissar**

I'm not sure how that works.. I'd be more concerned about this belief that promotion is relevant to being able to take that off...

And opium butterflies? Those are what I've been playing with?

..You guys very possibly don't want me driving the tank right now. [Grins] [Continues swerving]

**ZergSmasher**

*emerges from ground directly beneath BC's tank, flipping it onto its side*

"There, now he's not driving the tank anymore!"

*Looks around, spotting the RPG-wielding maniac about to blow up his computer*

"Oh, this should be good."

**Verviedi**

Oh no.

*Begins searching for a weapon just in case*

*Shrugs and picks up screwdriver*

This is not an appropriate time for jokes about my choice of weapon.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Tank self-rights] Whuu-up. Good tank.

..! My aquarium! [Scrambles out of driver's seat to back of tank]

[Tank rumbles off, steering significantly better]

**TheManWithNoPlan**

Boom!

**shasolenzabi**

Oh! a Zerg! such a tasty treat! I can make a nice casserole with him!

Oh and please do not break the recently repaired tech priest, he amuses me greatly, and I like to stay amused.

(Says the off the scale Oriental Dragon from space)

**thenoobbomb**

The techno-virus has already spread to your RPG.

**KaptinBadrukk**

TheManWithNoPlan wrote:
NOPE.

NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE.

NOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPE.

MEOW.

MEOW MEOW MEOW.

MEOWMEOWMEOWMEOWMEOWMEOW

**thenoobbomb**

Creature! You shall cease your meowing at once, for it does not contribute to an increased production output!

**KaptinBadrukk**

*ceases meowing*

**thenoobbomb**

Good. Now get back to your designated manufactorum, those artillery shells will not produce themselves!

Now then, I must inspect the walls of this room. They seem to be inadequate.

**TheManWithNoPlan**

Commissar! The corrupting Xenos virus has been successfully expunged from the heretical sub-cogitator system!

Are there any other issues the Mechanicus have not yet seen to?

**thenoobbomb**

The Mechanicus is a bit occupied with the scrapcode I just unleashed on the noosphere.

**Verviedi**

*Is unaffected*

Why, you...

*Possesses the armor of the Legionaires dragging me and makes them spasm themselves to unconciousness*

Any takers?