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**War Kitten**

Like I said, I probably should be disturbed by it. But yeah, I occasionally eat the flesh of my foes to get their memories. So I find myself not disturbed by it.

**Verviedi**

Wait. You fethed with the mail again?!

*Prepares rail rifle*

...Let's hope the Mail Inquisition doesn't notice.

**Buttery Commissar**

I uh..

It's just that...

[Mumbles] I was hungry and he was friendly. I'm not a clever commissar.

**War Kitten**

Let's just hope the mail inquisition doesn't show up,they give the Charchoradons (*probably spelled wrong*) a run for their money when it comes to viciousness.

OOC: I just noticed we're now up to 400 pages, here's to 400 more guys

**Co'tor Shas**

*several large men burst into the room wearing nothing but witchhunter hats and thongs*

*dance music starts to play and technicolored lights flash*

*They shout in unison* "Did someone call the male inquisition?!"

**Co'tor Shas**

Edit: OOC: ala this

Spoiler:

**War Kitten**

No, wrong room, you're needed down the hall to the left.

**Buttery Commissar**

Co'tor Shas wrote:
*several large men burst into the room wearing nothing but witchhunter hats and thongs*

*dance music starts to play and technicolored lights flash*

*They shout in unison* "Did someone call the male inquisition?!"

[Perks up] Absolutely. [Removes hat and moonwalks onto dancefloor]

OOC: Reminds me so much of this:

Spoiler:

**Verviedi**

*Watches BC dancing with the Male Inquisition*

...Hold on a moment.

*Disables part of mind temporarily*

Hopefully that doesn't come back to bite me.

OOC: I was honestly don't know what I was expecting. Pimpissar?

**2BlackJack1**

Oh Hawks above, I can see their warp presence. Make it stop! I'd rather have the mail Inquisitors!

**Buttery Commissar**

..? [Shrugs] [Spins]

ooc: I believe the name is Phallussar, but as it's from /tg/ I really wouldn't google it.
Allow me to make it better:

Spoiler:

**War Kitten**

*Watches the entire scene, too horrified to move*
I... I think I need to go lie down....
*walks over to Butter Tank and heads inside, hiding in a random room*

**LeCacty**

*spikes enlarge* Show me more.......

**Buttery Commissar**

I need uh, a private consultation? [Pulls one of the Male Inquisition behind the butter tank]

[Brief sound of confusion] [Long pause] [Sound of body hitting the ground, barely audible above the music]

[Emerges looking slightly spaced] That one, I regret. He was actually quite a nice guy.

[Remaining Inquisition stop dancing and stare hard]

... [Starts running]

**Verviedi**

*Rail rifle shot cracks over BC's head*

STOP!!

**Buttery Commissar**

[Skids to a halt] [Raises hands] ..?

**Verviedi**

*Plants rail rifle in BC's back*

You will go back, and you will apologize sincerely. Why the feth would you straight up murd-

*Re-enables the part of my mind I disabled*

Really? Threatening people with death again? This is a new low for me. Even after that Slaaneshi daemon orgy...

*Removes rail rifle sheepisly*

**War Kitten**

*Exits Butter Tank looking calm and collected again*
*Sees Verviedi holding rail rifle to BC's back*
What did I miss?

**2BlackJack1**

The commisar murdered one of those abominations, and Verviedi wants him to apologize for it. I for one agree with the commisar on this. A man needs to eat, and these things don't deserve life. Or their warp presence needs to be purged. Or both. I'm liking both.

**War Kitten**

If you're referring to this horrid dancers, I fully agree.
*lifts boltgun and begins striding toward the remaining dancers*

**2BlackJack1**

Glad to see we agree on something, Ultramarine.

*fire begins to form at his fingertils, which in turn becomes a fully fledged flame*

Now, how do they taste, I wonder?

**Buttery Commissar**

Wait, I didn't murder him, I just drank enough blood to render him unconscious... I- I'm getting the hang of thi-

[Sees Blackjack and War Kitten approaching the dancers] Oh gak. [Fires pistol at disco-ball, blasting it apart and dazzling everybody]

Time-out, people! Dancing is no reason to kill anyone!

[Male Inquisitors scatter and run out of room with their sound-system]

**War Kitten**

*opens fire on the dancers, blowing them all apart*
*Turns around and strides away back towards BC*
Dunno, but there you go

**LeCacty**

Awww... I was enjoying that!

**2BlackJack1**

You know what? I think I'll pass on this meal. Not just because their souls were absolutely hideous, but I actually feel a little bad for ruining the commisar's fun. Not everyday you see one enjoying themselves.

**Verviedi**

*Looks at the corpses*

...You do realize that you just murdered members of the Imperial Inquisition, right?

...Yep. We're fethed.

**Buttery Commissar**

Well technically there's one still alive. [Sits with unconscious inquisitor behind butter tank] Maybe we could convince him not to exterminatus the whole planet. [Looks hopeful]
[Stomach growls] [Reaches out] Although he was pretty tasty...

**War Kitten**

Buttery already murdered one. We were fethed already. Although the mail inquisition is considered the red-headed step child of the inquisition. They might thank us

**brochtree**

I heard my name mentioned! whats going o... what in the name of the White dwarf are those things? *points at the corpse's of the mail inquisition.*

**Tactical_Spam**

What in the name of Holy Terra did my eyes just perceive?