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Hey now, it wasn't my fault Knarlocs like to test their boundaries! Can't we all-

*ducks after several lasrounds are fired in his general direction*

Um....

*Looks at Mail Inquisition army*

I made pasta!

"Don't worry, mail inquisition, I'll let Little Zergie take care of those Knarlocs. Go get 'em, boy!"

*Zergling leaps off shoulder, jumps straight into the mouth of the nearest Knarloc, then bursts out of the beast's stomach in a bloody, gory explosion, returning to shoulder and chittering happily*

"Good boy, Little Zergie! That's one down!"

*Gets thoughful look on Zerg face*

"That Tyranid hive fleet (OOC: from many pages back) might still be in-system. Maybe I should telepathically call them, have them attack the Starship Voyager, and teach Badrukk (sorry, Wildman) some new exobiology the hard way, just for giggles..."

*Lowers head and concentrates on telepathic ability*

It'll take more than that to end my farm!

*Knarlocs begin stomping fest of zerglings, and devouring the remains*

*Beats ZergSmasher over the head with spatula repeatedly*

Did someone say Inquisition?

and of course




And part 2

[Wanders out of butter-tank in commissariat pyjamas, chewing a piece of toast] Good morning! [Toast is blasted out of hands by stray las-shot]

[Notices angry inquisition] Now folks, I'm sure this can be talked through rationally. Let me just get my hat and- [Butter-tank hatch slams shut and locks] Sweetie, now, that's plain not helpful... [Tank speeds away]

I rather pictured today a little calmer. [Raises hands in surrender]

*Hypercube vomits out a sickly looking planet-killer bomb, with "Exterminatus" written on it*

That bomb could've been in a much better state. For shame.

*Passes plate of spaghetti to BC and throws spatula into the side of a henchman*

Let's see here... What do they want and how can we give it to them?

*Hypercube vomits out a sickly looking order form for 16 cheeseburgers*

[Stands in pyjamas holding plate of spaghetti] ..?

At a guess, death, or reformation and then death, of all heretics and mail thieves.

 thenoobbomb wrote:
That bomb could've been in a much better state. For shame.

*beams down*

TNB. I wanted to talk...about Naomi.

Go to pages 154-160 for when Naomi was here.

....Why did the Knarloc have to feth with the Mail...

*Readies fletchete blaster and taser goad*

I suppose I will go down fighting. We have a heavily-armed starship with some nifty science officers, two primarchs, an eldritch monstrosity, a tank, a daemonette, a Commissar, and a borderline-immortal AI. What could go wrong?!

 Verviedi wrote:
....Why did the Knarloc have to feth with the Mail...

*Readies fletchete blaster and taser goad*

I suppose I will go down fighting. We have a heavily-armed starship with some nifty science officers, two primarchs, an eldritch monstrosity, a tank, a daemonette, a Commissar, and a borderline-immortal AI. What could go wrong?!

Voyager's arms are 15 phaser emitters, and 8 torpedo launchers.

*Hypercube vomits out Naomi's corpse*

OOC: Who is Naomi?

 KaptinBadrukk wrote:


Go to pages 154-160 for when Naomi was here.

OOC: That's a little difficult.

 Selym wrote:
*Hypercube vomits out Naomi's corpse*

OOC: Who is Naomi?

Naomi is my daughter. Here is a picture.

OOC: TIL head spikes are inherited from the father:

[Pasta is shot out of hands] I think you just gave them a shopping list, Verviedi.

...How do we help Selym?

How'd he get turned into a hypercube?

If they do interpret it like a shopping list, than we are safe, because there's no way they could destroy the Voyager! Right? RIGHT?

 Verviedi wrote:
How'd he get turned into a hypercube?

If they do interpret it like a shopping list, than we are safe, because there's no way they could destroy the Voyager! Right? RIGHT?

Right, Unless TNB tries to fire something at it.

 Verviedi wrote:
How'd he get turned into a hypercube?

OOC: I dropped the hypercube I held Draigo in earlier, and it captured me. Foar Kayoss. Now it spits out random items.

 Selym wrote:

 Verviedi wrote:
How'd he get turned into a hypercube?

OOC: I dropped the hypercube I held Draigo in earlier, and it captured me. Foar Kayoss. Now it spits out random items.

Where's Thenoobbomb?

OOC: Is that in or out of character? Idk, but he's been Perturabo for quite a while, so probably Medrengard.

OOC: Got me a more suitable avatar

Ouch. That hurts to look at.

Emm...

*Charges into the nearest Mail Inquisitor and stabs her to death*

I suppose they do have femails!

*Looks at butter-tank*

Take note of that!

*Hypercube vomits out a sickly looking notepad*

Is there anyway to stop the hypercube from vomiting?