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*hands over some Warp Dust*

*removes Verv's head, runs into the Butter Tank, and "greets" the Daemonette"

..! Oh Hell... [Panics] [Leans into tank and retrieves Verviedi's head, whilst Selym is "distracted"]
Using him as a video-recorder is very unkind. [Replaces head atop Verviedi] I hope you can scrub that visual later...

[Sits back atop tank and finishes cake with added dust] ...This tastes rather like sherbet, ground glass and regret. [Pupils blow] [Slowly falls backwards off tank roof]

*lots of loud noises from inside the tank*

!!!!!

*Crawls underneath tank*

I feel violated...

How's the cake, BC? I hope it's as ectasy-inducing as-

Goddammit I'm starting to sound like him now.

It's probably for the best, honestly. The list of people who want to be tied up and the list of people who should not be tied up are the same.

You are indulging yourself in the needs of your flesh. The flesh is weak. You are becoming one with weakness.

Me? Eh, I'm just making sure the meatbag living inside of me doesn't die. The last time I had a purely robotic form, "I" went insane.

*singing*

Aaand making it my strength!

Remember Fulgrim, pretty Pert? He could kick your ass at twister!

*starts eating bullets like shrimp - cracking the shell open, and sucking out whatever is inside*

What.

*Fletchetes Lucius' hand off*

*Thinks for a second*

*Aims slightly downward and fires another burst*

*lunges at Verv, knocking the gun out of Verv's had with a sword, pushing Verv to the ground, and aiming the sword at the throat*

Looks like I'm dominant again!

HIHIHIHIHHIHI!

*Paralyzed in fear and disturbed-ness*

You need help...

I don't suppose it would help if I started screaming random colors.

I'd be concerned if you weren't.

*plugs Verv's brain into an enormous speaker set*

Let's see what we have in here...

.....

Reserved error [-1310]; there is no message for this error.

[Lies on floor and stares at the ceiling] ... ....

 Selym wrote:
*singing*

Aaand making it my strength!

Remember Fulgrim, pretty Pert? He could kick your ass at twister!

*starts eating bullets like shrimp - cracking the shell open, and sucking out whatever is inside*

I beat Fulgrim while he had me drained of my strength for weeks.

Fulgrim is nothing but an insane, weak creature, worth nothing.

 thenoobbomb wrote:

 Selym wrote:
*singing*

Aaand making it my strength!

Remember Fulgrim, pretty Pert? He could kick your ass at twister!

*starts eating bullets like shrimp - cracking the shell open, and sucking out whatever is inside*

I beat Fulgrim while he had me drained of my strength for weeks.

Fulgrim is nothing but an insane, weak creature, worth nothing.

*angry screech*

Don't dis the party MASTER!

*lunges at Fulgrim, dodges under his guard, and stabs him in the back*

YEEEAAAHHH!

Why did you stab your own... master?

[Sits up unsteadily, and uses the distraction to wander over and free Verviedi from the speaker system] [Helps him to his feet] ... Less noisy, now.
[Zones out and doesn't let go of Verviedis shoulder]


ooc: Selym, I think you've got some names mixed up there...

*Grabs BC and runs into the tank, locking every single door*

Alright... Where'd I put those smelling salts...?

*Daemonette comes bounding over*

You can have him.
I'm such a good doctor ^.^

*Doorbell rings*

Pizza!

 thenoobbomb wrote:
Why did you stab your own... master?

I don't even know. I was aiming for you, then there was this cloud of warp dust.

*looks at the sword*

*it's stuck in a tree, the whole thing was a mass hallucination*

OOC: @BC: Yeah.

[Tries to back away and falls over] I-It was only cake, cake isn't a true solid...

[Is gently led to an armchair by daemonette]
[Looks up] ...Is that a stomach pump?
Ooh, soft. [Strokes seat cover and zones out again]

*injects BC with something*

*injects self with something*

*runs around like a lunatic, stabbing everything in arms reach*

AAAAAHHHHHIIEEEAHAAHHAAHHHAAAAA!!

 Selym wrote:

 thenoobbomb wrote:
Why did you stab your own... master?

I don't even know. I was aiming for you, then there was this cloud of warp dust.

*looks at the sword*

*it's stuck in a tree, the whole thing was a mass hallucination*

*tree and sword are pulped into oblivion by artillery*

That's what you get when you use warp dust.

*Whips out syringe and injects antidote to Lucius' drugs into BC*

Emm... I don't think that will hurt as much as you think it will. Anyway.

*Crawls under BC's bed, disturbing nest of servo-skulls*

DAMMIT!

*Naps*

*stabs Perturabo in the spine*

HEHEHEHHEHEHEE!

[Sees servo skulls] .... [Sees stomach-pump-wielding daemonette]

[Tries to work out how to run away in three directions simultaneously] [Vibrates gently on the spot and puts arms over face]

 Selym wrote:
*stabs Perturabo in the spine*

HEHEHEHHEHEHEE!

There's armor there, seeing as I don't run around naked like you lot like to do.

It's OK... It'll be over soon. I think. I don't know much about Daemonic surgery.

*Servo-skulls fly out the door*

Remember, it's almost the evening! Have fun!

*Exits with a bow and busies self with finding inventive ways to poke Pertuabo*

*Pokes Pertuabo*

*picks up the Daemonette*

*begins thoroughly frenching her*

*Servo-skulls swarm Lucius and shoot his tongue off*

No. Bad. I'm pretty sure only BC is allowed to do that. I think.

I think.