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[Walks into tank] [Slams head on low doorway] Feth...
[Takes concussion to bed] .... [Removes spatula from pocket, puts it in another room entirely and returns to bed]
...I'm not taking chances with that thing. Nice as (s)he can be. Especially considering how pissed (s)he is likely to be right now.

ooc: Not narcolepsy, just putting the commissar out the way while I'm sick. I also can't change the picture back from here.

You wasted good meat by turning it into a pie? I don't suppose any is left raw, tastes much better that way.

"I don't suppose anyone saved any pie for me, did they?"

*Sees empty pie dish*

"All right then. My Tyranid buddies will make short work of you. Let 'em have it, guys!"

*Tyranid gaunts and warriors start running wild through the area, eventually converging on the Knarloc pen, where a terrific horrible series of grunts, roars, and growls (and crunches) are heard, and a thick cloud of dust is raised by the ruckus*

*Meanwhile in space, the Hive Fleet starts attacking Voyager, opening up a breach in the hull through which many Tyranids board the ship*

*moves out of the shadows in the Hive Fleet's Command Ship, right next to the Norn Queen*

*summons horde of Plague Bearers and Plague Marines*

*sets about butchering the Norn Queen*

[Wakes up face to face with grinning daemonette leaning over the bed] [Rolls backwards out of bed and runs out of tank]

[Sees 'nid invasion] [Whistles] [Small platoon of buttery guard burst through door of room] Try not to die! Onwards! [Hops aboard butter tank and leads a small charge, skittling many of the Tyranids away from the Knarloc pen] Shoo! Leave those poor things alone!

Poor things? They are undisputed killing machines! Oh well, I suppose these ones are too young to be true fighters. Wait until they grow up.

*Killls the Norn Queen, and by extension, the command vessel*

*Hive Fleet begins to break up, and is now evidently infested with Nurgle's Rot*

Well then.

*Is behind Perturabo*

Well what?

That was rather unexpected.

Me or the Nids?

The Xenos.

Ah. Yes.

Cuppa tea, anyone?

I'm not sure I entirely trust you not to poison me.

It's only a mild toxin.

*injects a captured Carnifex with it*

*Carnifex's head asplodes*

Ah.

I may have added the double dose.

[Perks up] Someone say tea?

Here ya go!

*gives BC a cup*

..! [Pulls bourbon biscuit out from under hat and sits in an armchair]

*sips some tea*

Aahhh.

[Dunks biscuit and nibbles whilst reading a hat catalogue]

This is much nicer than our usual baffling situations.

*proceeds to dunk a live Plague Bearer*

*Portal opens in the sky I fall out and make a wet smack on the ground*

Ow... *looks up*

Why are you all drinking tea? Nevermind...

*opens bottle of scotch and begins drinking on top of that opens The libris Mortis and begins reading*

I know what I can do!

*Runs into kitchen with bag of cocoa powder*

*Pokes head out*

Do we have any milk?

Yes, but I've not been a very good parent. It's spoiled rotten.

There's some in the tank's cooling system, V. Just tap a valve.

[Looks up, and pitches a lit match into zombiekilla's book]

Your literature is both alarming and troublesome.

*pulls book away from lit flame*

What are you a Nazi? We burning books because we live in 1984 or some strange totalitarianism government!

I disapprove of any book burning!

Excellent!
*Drags massive carton of milk into kitchen*
*Strange whirring noises*
Hey, BC... (S)he told me that after 7:00 tonight you'll be on a liquid diet until after tomorrow evening, or else (s)he'll be very... displeased. So, I decided that I might as well make some cake and order pizza again. Nevermind the fact that I need another Servitor and the pizza guy's name came up.

So... Pizza orders? Anyone?

Nah, just yours. [Aims and tries again]

Make sure the pizza guy stays away from the knarlocs, I don't want a pizza Inquisitor showing up. Although, the last attack supplied the Knarlocs with a nice amount of meat for now...

I'm sure there's no Pizza Inquisition! I've kidnapped and servitorised many pizza guys back in the day.

Could I have your orders? Clock's ticking on BC's diet!