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**Buttery Commissar**

[Flickers back into existence]
Mhm, no offense but it was best I sat that one out. Went and hung out with a few friends in low places.
Friday afternoon film and an orgy, you know how it is...

++ I've seen things... ++

Technically fella, you did things. [Washes hands in sink]

[Puts arm on Verviedi's shoulders] I could take you with us next time, lady. Introduce you to a few very well-behaved daemons.

**Verviedi**

++I have a memory wipe on standby just for you.++

Sounds good, good behavior is a rare trait in daemons.

...Wait, what did you say you did? Did I hear film?

Eh, I can manipulate my form, I suppose gender no longer applies.

**zombiekila707**

*Comes back in the room with a strange looking device*

Gellar fields are p-p-pretty weak if you ask me... also really old tech...

*Turns on device and a great giant blue energy sphere encases the room pushing back all the warp and daemons*

I call it "A Ricklar field" *Burp* Wub a lub a dub dub! Biiiitch!

**Matthew**

MATTHEW WHERE WERE YOU WHEN THE ORDER WAS GIVEN TO DESTROY FRANCE ?
MATTHEW WHO GAVE THE ORDER TO DESTROY FRANCE?
MATTHEW HOW MUCH CREAM DO I PUT IN MY COFFEE?
MATTHEW HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR FRENCH FRIES?!
MATTHEW HOW COULD YOU DESTROY MY BEAUTIFUL HOME WORLD KNOWING IT WOULD DRIVE A STAKE BETWEEN OUR ALLIANCE AND FORFEIT ALL WE HAD CREATED TO RESTORE PEACE IN THE GALAXY OF JORDAN?!
MATTHEW WILL YOU BUY MY 40k CHAOS SPACE MARINES FROM ME AS REPARATIONS AND ADMIT GUILT IN THE BRUTAL DESTRUCTION OF FRANCE AND SILENCING OF OVER 4 BILLION OF MY STAUNCHEST SUPPORTERS?

I WAS IN MY BEDROOM OF DANK

ABOUT A THIRD

WITH SALT

IT WAS IN THE NAME OF EPEP

YES

**Verviedi**

*Looks at Matthew strangely*

U wot m8?

**Matthew**

Behold, for I have come from the mighty planet of 4chan to bring you some dank memes!

**Buttery Commissar**

I said a film and an evening's entertainment. [Looks at ceiling] [Emails Verviedi an invite to the next scheduled ruckus]

[Picks up Matthew] Can I have this one?

**Verviedi**

Yeah, sure, you can have him.

*Reads email*

Sounds fun! When is it?

**Matthew**

Are you having a party? Will it be dank enough for me?

**Buttery Commissar**

Every Friday.

[Looks at Matthew at arm's length] It talks..? [Inspects from all angles] I don't see any other entrances. Or exits. [Puzzled expression]

Meh... [Puts Matthew down gently] It's less fun if you have to make your own holes.

[Tilts head and looks at Rick] Hmm... That one is at least human. [Picks up drink and leans on Zombiekilla's shoulder] How are you with knots? [Raises eyebrows]

**Verviedi**

Oh, excellent! So today?

...Is there cake?!

**Buttery Commissar**

[Looks at Verviedi's enthusiasm] [Re-reads invite] I'm not sure you understand what some of these terms mean. [Uploads a glossary]
I think it's done for today, generally it ends when the humans wear out or we break something. [Rubs neck] [Swigs drink]

**Selym**

Verviedi wrote:
Oh, excellent! So today?

...Is there cake?!

The cake is a lie.

*finishes with the Gellar field*

This thing can now surround the entire galaxy, protecting it fully from the warp without cutting it off.

**zombiekila707**

Buttery Commissar wrote:
Every Friday.

[Looks at Matthew at arm's length] It talks..? [Inspects from all angles] I don't see any other entrances. Or exits. [Puzzled expression]

Meh... [Puts Matthew down gently] It's less fun if you have to make your own holes.

[Tilts head and looks at Rick] Hmm... That one is at least human. [Picks up drink and leans on Zombiekilla's shoulder] How are you with knots? [Raises eyebrows]

*Puts laser gun under BC chin and holds it there till BC stops leaning on my shoulder*

Though I like to *Burp* Party. I don't do it with daemons just a personal preference of mine.

*Pulls out portal gun and makes portal comes back with bag of chips*

**Matthew**

*steals chips* These aren't Doritos...

**zombiekila707**

Selym wrote:
Verviedi wrote:
Oh, excellent! So today?

...Is there cake?!
The cake is a lie.

*finishes with the Gellar field*

This thing can now surround the entire galaxy, protecting it fully from the warp without cutting it off.

Pffft stupid cube what a joke... My "Rickar field" is ten times stronger then that crap..

*Takes swig from flask*

By the way you look like a b-b-broken Mr.meeseeks cube... *Shrugs* Just saying.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Raises hands] [Steps back] No need to get violent now. I'm a pervert, not a criminal. You just gotta say "no".

If your Ricklar field is so perfect, how come I'm still here, and Blackjack is still holding that Nurgling?

**zombiekila707**

Buttery Commissar wrote:
[Raises hands] [Steps back] No need to get violent now. I'm a pervert, not a criminal. You just gotta say "no".

If your Ricklar field is so perfect, how come I'm still here, and Blackjack is still holding that Nurgling?

Simple *Burp* B-b-because I made a field around us so they can't get in and you can't get out..

Nurgling huh? *Takes Nurgling puts it into a futuristic blender which lights up and makes alot of noise. Then pours it into a cup and begins drinking it*

N- *Burp* Nice... it needs something though... *Pours liquor from flask in cup* Much better

**Verviedi**

Alright, so where do I go for the party?

*Prepares personal warp jump generator and slightly alters form*

What do you think, male or female for the party?

**Buttery Commissar**

[Stares] He just drank raw disease, coupled with alcohol.
How is he not dead?

Wait, I can't leave? Like, at all? [Looks panicked]

**KaptinBadrukk**

OOC: Where is TNB?

**Matthew**

He got memed.

**zombiekila707**

KaptinBadrukk wrote:
OOC: Where is TNB?

OOC: Respawning

**KaptinBadrukk**

Matthew wrote:
He got memed.

Memed?

**Verviedi**

...Grab on to me, I'm going to rules lawyer this problem.

*Fires pistol into the air*

Mind disabling that field for a moment so I can teleport to a party?

**Buttery Commissar**

Oh uh, if you really want to go to a Slaanesh daemon orgy with dubious film, I guess I can teleport you there directly, without much issue. I'm just worried about being stuck in a room with half a dozen people who know my true daemon name, and that cube.

[Remembers] And gender really isn't an issue. I'd say they're progressive, but the truth would be more they're unfussy.

**brochtree**

*downs half his barrel of grog.*

Me not know what going on? someone make sense now or i start swinging!

*grips his claymore looking very confused then just collapse's. seems it takes a good 3/4's of a barrel of grog to make this ork drunk.*

**Verviedi**

*Somehow manages to not hear every negative word BC said*

*Turns metallic and flows into new shape*

Teleport ready? Let's do this.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Props Brochtree up on sofa] [Carefully retrieves commissar hat and puts it back on]
Thank you for minding that. Metal man wants to go to a party full of naughty daemons. Scientist man wants to make devices and do clever stuff. I want to get out of here but Scientist man put up a force field that means I can't walk out.

[Cracks two sets of knuckles] [Teleports Verviedi out of the room with his device, to a large Slaaneshi "party"] [There is no cake]

[Wanders into the Butter Tank and reads the little girl a bedtime story]

**Co'tor Shas**

Dɪᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ sᴀʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ?

Bᴇᴇᴘ. Bᴏᴏᴘ. Mᴇᴏᴡ.