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*Head flies into the butter-tank, propelled by the force of the punch*

*Clattering noise*

*Hears quick footsteps*

Oh noooo...

[Inside the hypercube]

*Mortarion gathers together BC, Verv's body, and himself, and punches the ground/ceiling/wall/moment of time*

*Hypercube vomits out a sickly looking all of the above*

*Incoherent screaming*

Begone, Daemonette!

*Cuts her open with a scythe, causing her to be banished to the warp*

....Awwwww :(...

Think how sad BC will be! Wait... Did shaso ever actually remove that dark energy?

*Daemonette reappears where she was 2 minutes ago, safely back in the bedroom*

He didn't! AND I'm not insane! How could this day get any better?!

Oh, right. Can I have my body back? Being immobile is horrible!

Daemonic filth...

I must say, I am getting a handle on this whole "small-scale-low-potency reality warping" thing.


*Switches Pertuabo's position with a piece of artillery*

*picks up the Hypercube and pockets it*

Hopefully it will stop vomiting now. It doesn't normally do that.
I think it was having an allergic reaction to me.

*beams back down*

*Kils S.Wildman with a scythe*

*beams back up a millisecond before it hits. Beams back down with a force field around her*

*Scythe warps inside of itself and S. Wildman heals instantly*

Stop it with the murdering people!

*deactivates force field and phasers Selym*

If you're going to try to kill me, you're going to need bigger guns.

I only intended to stun you.

*reactivates forcefield*

Heh.

*Hands S.Wildman a Baneblade Cannon*

Try it.

I'm not in the interest of killing people.

Oh just shoot me with it, it'll be fun.

I promise not to die.

No.

So, you're testing your toughness now?

*Rams bladed fist into the back of Mortarion's neck, cutting the spinal cord*

*Pulls the blade completely around the neck, severing the head*

*Holds head in left hand*

There is little you can do that can hurt me.

*Reattaches the head*

It's true.

Pert and I once had a bet between me and one of his fortifications.

I had bet that I could take more battlecannon rounds than his newest space fortress.

I won.

It took over seventeen years to resolve, but I won.

How many shells did you tank?

I lost count, but both I and the fortress were hit simultaneously, one shell at a time.

Wait how could both Fortress be hit simultaneously? I thought only 1 team could control the gunship at any one time.

Oh dear Gods.
There were two battlecannons. One pointed at me, the other at the fort.

We were pretty bored that century.

*Meanwhile, up in space...*

"Those pests on the planet keep killing my pets. Now we must make them scream!"

(Tyranid Hive Mind speaking): "What would you have us do, Hydralisk?"

"Two things: Send a wave of Warriors and Gaunts to the surface, and attack the starship in orbit at the same time. I will lead the surface attack myself."

"Very well, but there had better be some good biomass down there."

*Rubs claws together and laughs maniacally* "Oh, there is, trust me. I had better get down there and get ready for your troops."

*Hitches a ride on a Tyrannocyte spore, which just happens to land on the Butter Tank.*

OOC: 500th post. Yay!

*looks up*

Oh feth.

OOC: Gratz, Zerg!

[Butter Tank speeds forwards and then hard-brakes, gently rolling the pod away]

[Wakes up] Oh thank the Emperor that's over and I can finally change out of my pyjamas. [Wanders into tank] [Runs out again shortly after, uniformed] Why is (s)he angry? What the Hell happened?

[Runs into one of the remaining Inquisition] [Grabs him by the lapels and bowls him into the tank] You deal with it.