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**Buttery Commissar**

...I'm not sure, but it's a strange sensation. [Lower eyelid twitching] Feel free to take a break if you need it.

Wait, what video? Why would anyone do that?
I'm not even particularly good at killing. Guardsmen don't count because as we've seen, they pretty much kill themselves.

**Verviedi**

Remember the time when you liberated that one video from the Dark Eldar? Yeah, that video. Don't watch it.

*Looks down suspiciously*

OK, now it's sparking.

What.

**Buttery Commissar**

Video? I only liberated their disco remix music CD. It's still in the sound-system of my tank... Admittedly I've never tried to put it in a DVD player. [Ponders]

...Is someone burning toast?

**Co'tor Shas**

*wakes up suddenly*

*screams for a little bit*

*shakes head vigarously*

Ok then, I'm alive. I think. And sitting on...

*rummages around*

*pulls out a black tetrahedron coverned in runes*

...What appears to be some sort of artifact of alien origin. Possibly dangerous.

*Looks around*

Oh, I'm back!

**KaptinBadrukk**

So, how are things going?

*said to no one in paticular*

**zgort**

*Jump Jets over to the butter tank*

Good news! I've been promoted! Apparantly I talk enough to have a jump pack. They weren't even that mad about the heavy bolter...bolters...many...

**2BlackJack1**

*crawls through vents to get right above Verviedi and BC. Drool starts to drip down behind them*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Silently and pointedly aims pistol at vent without looking up] Get your drool on my hat and I'll- banana and chocolate sandwich - hard that you'll...
[Looks at Verviedi] ..?!

**2BlackJack1**

*drool ceases for a moment and several growls cam be heard. Drool resumes thicker than ever*

**KaptinBadrukk**

Uh...why is 2blackjack1 drooling?

**2BlackJack1**

OOC: xenomorphs tend to drool. While Alien Isolation isn't the most trustworthy source for canon for the universe, you need to look out for that drool coming from a vent. Instakill by walking under it. Had some real fun figuring that out.

**KaptinBadrukk**

OOC. Hmm, that is something.

*turns to BC* *speaks in a thor sounding voice*

MAN OF BUTTER, I HAVE JUST TAKEN POSSESION OF WHAT YOU MIDGUARDIANS REFER TO AS, THE BUTTER TANK. IT IS MOST EXCITING!

**Buttery Commissar**

Gah! Loud! [Jumps so hard that both pupils briefly end up in one eye] [Blinks and corrects it] ...Cartoon physics, ever-so-slightly creepy.

That's fine, Badrukk, just don't play with the CD player.

**KaptinBadrukk**

Hahahaha...just doing a joke.

**Verviedi**

I think that is a side effect of me being partially done with fixing the mental block. It should be done now.

*Unplugs dataspike*

*Dataspike is performing barbershop dance routine*

I have a feeling someone did something to my dataspike...

**2BlackJack1**

*Turns and scampers away from sudden loud noise, and starts looking for easier, less noisy prey*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Watches dataspike] How is it doing that? [Ignores the obvious question as to why]

[Stretches] I'm really not sure how I feel now. Slightly less repressed? [Takes off hat and looks at it] Still spiffy. [Puts it back on] We'll see.

[Notices a new servo-skull hovering nearby] Huh. I've got mail, I guess.

[Throws a tennis ball into the vent]

**Co'tor Shas**

*wanders over*

Did you break again?

**Verviedi**

*Dataspike is performing a complex German dance*

Apparently. Do you have any idea why and how my dataspike is doing that?

**2BlackJack1**

*Chases tennis ball and impales tennis ball with tail, only to get it stuck on the tail spike.*

**Buttery Commissar**

What happens if you go go sticking dataspikes it in Commissariat property, I guess. [Perplexed face]

[Pulls Servo-skull out of the air] [Listens to recording] Oh, hello. Commissariat again? No thank you.

**Co'tor Shas**

*Pokes data-spike*

Hmm... I've never seen this exact model before, and I've studies almost all the captured imperial technology in the databases. And most of the ones in the secret databases as well.

Come to think of it, you look a bit different too.

**2BlackJack1**

*Crashes down through the vent while trying to get the ball unstuck*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Doorbell rings] ..? [Wanders over and opens door] Hello? [Leans out and looks around] ...Weird.

[Wanders back to tank] [Reaches over and carefully pulls off the tennis ball from Blackjack] [Throws it again]

**Co'tor Shas**

*is landed on*

*lets out small wimper*

*a light grey substance substance crawls compltetly over body, forming armour*

**2BlackJack1**

*Chases tennis ball outside of tank and head bites it, swallowing it whole.*

**ZergSmasher**

"Well, buttery Terran, now you're playing fetch with a dangerous alien that probably wants to eat you. This won't end well, you know."

*Walks to where the xenomorph just fell out of the vent*

"Let's get you out of here before you secrete biological resin all over the house. Someone's already gonna have to clean up all that drool!"

*Swings xenomorph by the tail and throws him through the door and far away from the house*

"And, by Tassadar, stay out!"

OOC: I keep getting Ninja'd while I post! So frustrating!

**2BlackJack1**

*Crawls into house via window and sneaks back into the vents*

OOC: It happens to me a bit as well, and is definitely annoying in a thread like this where one post can change a whole slew of things.

**Buttery Commissar**

I'm the least lethal thing in this room at any given time, it sort of comes with the territory. [Shrugs]

[Wanders over to close window] Who opened this?

[Ambushed and restrained by three commissars in white uniforms] Wh- Get off! I can't go with you! Tomorrow night's date-night with a friendly daemon, and I finally don't have repress- Mrrmff! [Dragged out of window protesting]

[One of the commissars leaves a neatly-written IOU: One Lunatic taped to the sill before closing window]

ooc: it's almost always Zombiekilla that posts within 30-40 seconds of me in this topic and it really messes things up due to how crazy the posts usually are.

**2BlackJack1**

*walks over to IOU note and inhales sharply. Immediately runs after scent trail*