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**thenoobbomb**

No, the pack is made of gold. There's parts for guns inside!

**TheCustomLime**

Macho is a space elf. Elves are hippies. Assessment complete: Macho is a hippie. The natural enemy of the robot is the hippie. *draws Direct Hit* Prepare to be terminated!

**Buttery Commissar**

Woah now, we can't make fun of her if she's dead. That'd be poor taste.

[Holds up hands for peace] Macha, if my sources report correctly, is an expensive female escort service. I don't think robots have issue with that.

**sing your life**

Actually, you would find I am closer to a Hipster than a Hippy. Did you humans get that?

*turns to BC*

Taste? You were just making jokes about anuses and now you care about taste?

**Buttery Commissar**

Well, people in glass houses have to throw stones before anyone else can...

I think taste and anuses shouldn't really be used together in a sentence.
[Daemonette giggles from inside tank] Hush, you.

**Verviedi**

*High fives BC back*

I'm pretty sure she knows things about taste too...

**TheCustomLime**

Robots and hipsters share a mutual dislike for each other but not to the degree of hippies. You may live, Farsight Macho. For now.

**sing your life**

OOC: I meant to say "You were just making jokes about anuses and now you care about taste?"

**KaptinBadrukk**

Umm...I'm on Voyager, watching the situation from the viewscreen...

**ZergSmasher**

Buttery Commissar wrote:
Well, people in glass houses have to throw stones before anyone else can...

I think taste and anuses shouldn't really be used together in a sentence.
[Daemonette giggles from inside tank] Hush, you.

*Hears that conversation, facepalms*

"*sigh* Terrans..."

**Buttery Commissar**

I'm allowed to be a little addled, yesterday I was a toaster.

**2BlackJack1**

Well, if you don't appreciate that humor maybe you would see the hilarity of watching a human eat another human's own brain?

*tries to hold in laughter at the prospect of it*

That one never gets old.

**Verviedi**

I've always wondered if being put into computers is painful.

*Looks at BC*

Was it?

**Buttery Commissar**

[Looks at Verviedi] ...

... ...This is a really nice blanket. Fluffy. [Fiddles with the border-hem]

Continuously throughout. The mind is seeking feedback from body parts that don't exist, so I suppose just registers them as damaged.
After a while it's entirely unclear if it's pain itself, or the memory of pain.

[Looks at label] Huh, pure acrylic. I guess synthetic fabrics have come a long way.

**Verviedi**

Ow.

...I suppose I should apologize, and grab a neural stimulator out of the basement...

Sorry!

*Retreats down the stairs*

*Rustling sound*

**ZergSmasher**

"Yes, do that. Maybe then the buttery Terran will be normal again. Well, closer to normal, anyway..."

*Returns to Protoss base, points to an inactive Stargate*

"Let's get that online and get some Carriers and Phase Prisms to this planet. It'll give us some orbital protection in case of any more Tyranids or Ork Roks."

*Other Protoss activate gate and soon several Protoss ships come through*

**Buttery Commissar**

If I were acting normally, one of us would end up dead.
Imperial brainwashing would barely allow for me to converse with the humans in this room.
I'd be obliged to attempt to kill everyone who wasn't an Imperial citizen, then everyone who was, and didn't also attempt to kill everyone who wasn't an Imperial citizen, and then myself for having allowed this lax in standards.
[Wiggles feet under blanket] Heh.

**zombiekila707**

*Walks up with enclave soliders dragging along a large box*

Damn waste of time switching bodies and such BC your old bodies doing great!

* Enclave soldiers pull open the box to show a hideous monstrosity. It more or less looks like a chaos horror and tyranid lictor had a baby that was left in the sun for a year. It's also quiet viscous and constantly slams against force feild*

Evidently FEV with tyranid DNA pretty much made you into a horrible monster. Like I said you should of stayed in your body

*Pulls out cigar and sits moking it through the mouth grill*

**Co'tor Shas**

Oh, come now, even I can see that's cruel. Let the poor thing wander around a bit

*deactivates field holding it back*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Sits very still under blanket] [Eye twitches]

...Why.

[Realises]
Co'tor, that thing still has bionic organs, in theory, it can't be drugged...

**zombiekila707**

Well that was dumb...

*Creature breaks from co'tor and kills the enclave soldiers and runs out of the room.*

Pfff well you just released a highly evolved tyranid creature who is the equivalent of a walking hive mind right when you deactivated that force feild it probably contacted local tyranids..

*Takes long drag from cigar*

Good job gash face...

**TheCustomLime**

It has been brought to my attention that it is not currently a full moon. I am no longer a robot

*Looks around*

Is it BlizzardCon already? Dohhh, and here's me forgetting my elf skull collection to sell. I have skulls coming from the Drow, Keebler and even Santa's Elves.

**Co'tor Shas**

Well maybe it you treated them nicely instead of locking them in cages they wouldn't kill you.

Just look at Mr. Killyface over there.

*indicates corner of room where the xeno-nid has somehow been sitting inconspicuously for an uncertain period of time, despite havin grown to the size of a krootox. It is wearing a collar with "Mr. Killyface" embroidered in, with a small shield generator mounted on it*

He's not killing anybody, and he's probably the most lethal thing in this room.

**Imposter101**

Someone needs to check 'em.

**thenoobbomb**

*sees towers and airplane*

Whoa! Jet fuel can't melt steel beams!

**shasolenzabi**

thenoobbomb wrote:
*sees towers and airplane*

Whoa! Jet fuel can't melt steel beams!

But I could

**sing your life**

thenoobbomb wrote:
*sees towers and airplane*

Whoa! Jet fuel can't melt steel beams!

It can when I use my Molten Beam power!

**Verviedi**

*Ignores the occurence of 9/11 in the corner of the room*

I actually feel kind of bad.

*Raises neural simulator*

Do you need me to unfeth your brain again?

**Buttery Commissar**

..? [Looks up slightly confused] What do you mean "again"?

...It would appear so.

**Verviedi**

*Unceremoniously jabs neural simulator needle into the (newly implanted) port on BC's neck*

Oh, here's the problem. Having your new body seems to have reset the chem gelding, and your brainwashing is directly fighting your personality.

...That must give some wicked headaches. I'll change your brainwashing so that it won't clash with your personality, but I will keep it so you can still pass as a Commissar.

I'll make it toggleable, definitely...

*Begins process of fixing the reset issues*