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*Gabe Is so close to Noobbomb that the splash damage from the frag rounds kills the latter whilst leaving the former unharmed*

Not very tolerant? You're the one who tired to stab me in the first place.

*tranquilizer doesn't work*
*doesn't hear syl due to frag rounds*
*somehow doesn't die*

... [Moves delicate glassware off the bar and sits underneath it]

This cannot end well.

Uh oh.

*Wall of servo-skulls forms between the bar and TNB/SYL*

*keeps firing with one hand while other hand grabs G18 and opens fire on servoskulls*
+100 kill
+100 kill
+100 kill
+100 kill

Do you want me to summon the Inquisition again?

*Knarloc walks forwards, pinning tnb and syl underneath its feet and let's out a roar similar to the T-Rex from Jurassic Park)

Normally I'm all for humans fighting each other, mostly because it means a free meal at the end, but I will not watch this go on. Next time, I'm not afraid to switch to lethal force. Neither is my Knarloc, come to think of it.

 Verviedi wrote:
Do you want me to summon the Inquisition again?

If you summon the Inquisition, I'll have to summon Gordon Freeman, and then we'll all be fupped.

*laughs*

-Thenoobbomb is a babbling fool he thinks he is playing in a video game... Thats how insane he is so let him babble I think its funny...-

*Pats thenoobbomb on the head*

-Whos is a colonel? You are! YEEAAHH!-

*looks at sing your life and shoots black lightning at him which turns him into a pile of sentient ash which also eviscerates the knarloc*

-THATS FOR HALF LIFE 3 YOU SON OF A -

I'M THE FETHING COLONEL

*drives cruise missile through hand patting his head*

*laughs even more*

-In reality your poking me with your finger and making explosion sounds! You have a puny mind mortal!-

I'm not! I'm holding a controller and I'm sitting on a bucket!

That's disgusting.

[Butter-tank runs over Cthulhu's feet repeatedly for hurting its new Knarloc friend]

I wonder...

*Reaches out through the Noosphere towards the Butter-Tank*

*Picks up buttery tank and eats it*

-Taste like butter...-

You heathen. I will see your head mounted over a fireplace for hurting my Knarloc!

*Leaps off of Knarloc onto zombiekilla and fires a plasma pulse unto his eye*

And to eat that tank. I will make you a message for any other elder god coming to this room, after all you have done. I haven't forgotten my time as a bottle of scotch. It was like an endless hangover being washed in more alchohol.

No.

*Assumes direct control of the tank's AI*

*Inside Cthulhu's throat, the tank begins to spin it's treads and activate it's grav plates*

*All of it's railguns fire, blowing a hole in zombiekilla's neck*

*The tank drives out*

You do NOT eat ANY property!

[Butter-tank reacts with stream of ascii illustrations indicating current mood, and polite BRB status]

...! Cthulhu, that's my friend. And my living quarters...

[Tank starts firing inside Cthulhu's tummy]

*Guts expand like gum from tanks desperate attempts of escape, swats away kroot*

-You can stop now Verviedi my flesh is beyond such mortal firepower! Also you brought this on yourselves befriending kroot, running my feet over with a tank! FOR SHAME! I defy all natural laws!

*I begin to expand and grow in size to the point that I am the size of a small continent, Then with a simple gesture gravity goes away*

*Stabilizes self and BC with manuevering jets*

No.

*Tank floats up out of Cthulhu's mouth, shooting him in the tentacle and flying behind me*

*Wipes blood off of mouth*

I daresay Selym as a commisar was less annoying than you.

*Fires several more plasma pulses into Cthulhu*

Your campaign ends here.

 Verviedi wrote:
*Stabilizes self and BC with manuevering jets*

No.

*Tank floats up out of Cthulhu's mouth, shooting him in the tentacle and flying behind me*

*Tentacles grow inside stomach dragging it down as Shoggoths begin tearing into it licking at all the delicious butter is the tank is sentient it begins to scream in horror and goes babbling insane, then another gesture with the hand causes Verviedi and buttery commissar to turn on each other and eat there own flesh!*

-SANITY IS FOR THE WEAK!-

*Ignores the little kroot with pulse carbine because in reality this would feel like micro chewing on dead skin*

++ACTIVATING PSYCHIC COUNTERMEASURES - OMEGA BLACK++

++AEGIS CODE DEPLOYED++

++PENTAGRAMMIC WARDS DEPLOYED++

++ACTIVATING NULL AURA...++

*Gloom Prism around neck begins to glow painfully*

*Reality begins to warp in the areas around Cthulhu as daemons of the Omnissiah begin to fight Shoggoths*

*BC is suddenly teleported inside my office*

You do not dare challenge the Omnissiah, pathetic god. His power flows through me, and you shall not prevail.

*Walls begin reshaping themselves into railguns and D-cannons*

*Makes them all fire at once before collapsing like a fallen tree due to multiple system crashes*

Oh seriously now! C'thulhu, you used to be better behaved! "Elder God" is acting like an "Eldar Toddler"! Here as you are acting like a chlld, watch this!

Puts a locking head gear on C'thulhu's head it has several TV monitors and is playing children's cartoons, to calm him down, MLP/Strawberry Shortcake/Smurfs, and spongebob square pants.

"That's about as much of what I can do to another Eldritch being per the eldritch rules of engagement concordiat of -85billion BC

You're wasting television screens on something other than Battlefield.

*laughs as lasers feed body*

-Your god is a pathetic idea nothing more!-

*Laughing still Verviedi realizes a scrape code like no other infects his body which streamlines to all his weapons, ships, even his own troops. Before he can stop the code he begins to convulse his remaining flesh turns sickly green, the metal and augments on his body begin to rust*

-Leave me alone dragon they have brought this on themselves! AND shut up thenoobbomb I feel like this is all your fault...-

*wakes up*

*sees what is going on*

*activates vox-amp*

EVERYBODY STOP!

I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON.

NOW, EITHER ALL OF US SIT DOWN FOR A CUP OF TEA, OR I AM GOING TO CALL THE INQUISITION ON THIS HERESY!

*lands the "Leman Russ Floating Rail Tank™"*

*prepares a table of tea and biccies on the rear of the hull*

*still inside the turret*

*plants C4 on Leman Russ tank*

*removes the C4*

Tea, or Inquisition.