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**Buttery Commissar**

[Walks in] Howdy all!

I took a brief vacation on a resort planet... Seemed like a good idea. [Stretches] I brought souvenirs!
[Hands out seashells]

[Looks around at various mess and mayhem] Maybe I should have st-stayed there...

**KaptinBadrukk**

Ah, yes.

*hypos Grukk*

That should keep him under.

**thenoobbomb**

With a bike betwinced his thighs
And two knees below his thighs
Without thighs he could not ride
'cause he'd fall right off the side

**KaptinBadrukk**

thenoobbomb wrote:
With a bike betwinced his thighs
And two knees below his thighs
Without thighs he could not ride
'cause he'd fall right off the side

What?

**Co'tor Shas**

*pulls on lab coat*
Poetry, the first sign of a deranged mind.

**Verviedi**

*Looks at BC*

Ohai.

While you were out, I turned your pillow into insulation.

*Continues directing the army of robots in doing an intricate synchronized line dance*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Confused] Insulation against what?

[Hands over a seashell]

Wait, why were you anywhere near my pillow?

**thenoobbomb**

KaptinBadrukk wrote:
thenoobbomb wrote:
With a bike betwinced his thighs
And two knees below his thighs
Without thighs he could not ride
'cause he'd fall right off the side

What?

On the valley of silk road
There's no tank he could not kill
Never having to reload
He was Battlefield
Battlefield Bill

**KaptinBadrukk**

thenoobbomb wrote:
KaptinBadrukk wrote:
thenoobbomb wrote:
With a bike betwinced his thighs
And two knees below his thighs
Without thighs he could not ride
'cause he'd fall right off the side

What?

On the valley of silk road
There's no tank he could not kill
Never having to reload
He was Battlefield
Battlefield Bill

so you're battlefield bill?

**thenoobbomb**

He could be anyone with a bike and some C4!

**KaptinBadrukk**

thenoobbomb wrote:
He could be anyone with a bike and some C4!

Do you have a bike and some C4?

**thenoobbomb**

KaptinBadrukk wrote:
thenoobbomb wrote:
He could be anyone with a bike and some C4!

Do you have a bike and some C4?

Yes!

**KaptinBadrukk**

thenoobbomb wrote:
KaptinBadrukk wrote:
thenoobbomb wrote:
He could be anyone with a bike and some C4!

Do you have a bike and some C4?

Yes!

So you're Battlefield Bill.

**thenoobbomb**

I can be!

*drives off on bike*

With some jeep stuff by his side
Unlimited ammo at his will
Even outlaws could not hide
From Battlefield
Battefield Bill

**Verviedi**

Insulation against a god manifesting and killing me.

That was annoying.

I also found a whole lot of things in the hallway.

**Selym**

*stretches*

Anyone up for a proper duel while that greenskin has a snooze?

**thenoobbomb**

You mean a joust?

Spoiler:

**Buttery Commissar**

Corridor? I don't think I want to know...

[Spots the Daemonette] Oh, hell. I forgot tell her I was going anywhere. [Backs away] I'm so sorry. Look, I b-brought you a seashell! [Tackled and dragged along floor into tank] ..?

[Muffled] Verviedi! I asked you to keep that GPS tracker safe! Why d-does she have it? N-no... Stay away from my ear with that!

**Verviedi**

*Holds up the GPS earring, which was in my pocket*

*Noticed GPS in the hand of the Daemonette*

...Eh?

Yes! I found a giant corridor full of dead bodies and drones and things!

**thenoobbomb**

...that might've been me, I shot quite a lot of people.

**Verviedi**

No... Like...

My old bodies were all there, and the bodies of the Mail Inquisition, and a lot of bodies that looked like yours, TNB!

**KaptinBadrukk**

Grukk is still under.

*scans*

The readings are most unusual, but I think he is still alive.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Emerges from tank] So, she thought it would be a g-good idea to fit a tracker of her own after seeing the Commissariat one.
I think I managed to convince her otherwise, though I'm n-now scared it's going to find its way into my food...

[Daemonette leans on doorway and eats the crunchy seashell] That wasn't what th-that was for- [Shrugs] I guess there's no hard and fast rules for seashell use.

**KaptinBadrukk**

*goes to BC*

Are you all right?

**zombiekila707**

*Grukk leaves because he is just tired of all the illogical things going on... In walks in Jack Burton*

Names Jack... Where is my truck?

**thenoobbomb**

Verviedi wrote:
No... Like...

My old bodies were all there, and the bodies of the Mail Inquisition, and a lot of bodies that looked like yours, TNB!

That's because all American team Supports use the same skin as me, I think!

**KaptinBadrukk**

zombiekila707 wrote:
*Grukk leaves because he is just tired of all the illogical things going on... In walks in Jack Burton*

However, he is back!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!

**zombiekila707**

OOC: oh wtf kaptain!

*Runs up to KaptainBadrukk and punches him in the face sending him to another continent*

Don't worry people that creature is gone.

**KaptinBadrukk**

zombiekila707 wrote:
OOC: oh wtf kaptain!

*Runs up to KaptainBadrukk and punches him in the face sending him to another continent*

Don't worry people that creature is gone.

OOC: I like being an ork.

**KaptinBadrukk**

*enter a warboss with an attack squig*

WAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!! Go get 'em, boyz! WAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!!!!

*chaos ensues*