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Chuckles gets all kinds of antsy and tries on his new brass knuckles! "Bwahahahaa! Come on, team! I want to go give some commie twerp the taste of CHUCKLES KNUCKLES!" He raises his fist up in the air triumphantly.
To GM:
Mo: ** spoiler omitted **
What is the delivery time on those objects?
Oh no! They lights are out! My flame globes! Mo gropes around in the dark trying to find his crates so that he can protect his precious, precious flame globes.
If I can find the crates and manage to open one I want to attack the darkness. Take a flame globe and roll (not throw) it into the middle of the room. Hopefully someone will step or fall on it. Also, I want to tip the empty crate over so it looks like it was knocked over and the globe just fell out because the orange technician did a horrible job of packing it.
MO!
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Chuckles admires his own reflection in his new brass knuckles. "Come on, everyone! I'm itching to give these babies a try!" Chuckles runs back towards Sam and while he awaits the rest of the team to catch up, he starts tapping away impatiently at his PDC, still catching occasional glimpses of his fancy new weapon, which only seems to fuel his eagerness. He begins to chortle under his breath.
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"THE COMPUTER IS NOT A GOD, AND YOU ARE A FOOL!"
"THE ALL KNOWING COMPUTER HAS TURNED A BLIND EYE ON YOUR POINTLESS EXISTENCE!"
"THE COMPUTER IS VERY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU, WHATT-R-BTL!"
"LOYALTY IS FUTILE!"
"YOU LIVE TO SERVE ONLY YOURSELF!"
"TOTAL DESTRUCTION IS THE ANSWER!"
"IGNORANCE WILL BE YOUR DOWNFALL! YOUR HAPPINESS WON'T SAVE YOU NOW!"
etc. etc.
to succeed. Chuckles is ready to wring his hands together in satisfaction as Whatt hopefully cracks...and he's not against aiding his little ploy with the use of certain pharmaceuticals in the near future.
Whatt's purses his lips as he reads his PDC. He looks thoughtfully at the ceiling for a second and then goes to work on the PDC humming the strains of "Shall we Gather at the Data Stream."
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Chuck: ** spoiler omitted **
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rolls for each PDC message:
"THE COMPUTER IS NOT A GOD, AND YOU ARE A FOOL!"
"THE ALL KNOWING COMPUTER HAS TURNED A BLIND EYE ON YOUR POINTLESS EXISTENCE!"
"THE COMPUTER IS VERY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU, WHATT-R-BTL!"
"LOYALTY IS FUTILE!"
"YOU LIVE TO SERVE ONLY YOURSELF!"
"TOTAL DESTRUCTION IS THE ANSWER!"
"IGNORANCE WILL BE YOUR DOWNFALL! YOUR HAPPINESS WON'T SAVE YOU NOW!"
Chuck: ** spoiler omitted **
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"Who needs some freshening up?!?" Chuckles shakes his new supply of pills that he's received from the PLC in a tantalizing fashion, and helps himself to not one, not two, but THREE little black pills with red dots.
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Liam returns with his items and a knife, which he waves through the air haphazardly. He turns to face Chuckles and places his hand on his shoulder and absentmindedly waves the knife at Chuckles' face. "Hey, Chuckles. Can you spare a few of those pills? Those forms wore a bit of the happy off. ", he yells towards the PDC attendant.
GM:** spoiler omitted **
Liam returns with his items and a knife, which he waves through the air haphazardly. He turns to face Chuckles and places his hand on his shoulder and absentmindedly waves the knife at Chuckles' face. "Hey, Chuckles. Can you spare a few of those pills? Those forms wore a bit of the happy off. ", he yells towards the PDC attendant.
MWUAHAHAHHAHHHAHAH Liam:
Whatt smiles goofily and sings as he works the keypad of the PDC.
"Shall we Gather at the Data Stream,
The beautiful, the beautiful Data Stream,
Shall we Gather at the Data Stream,
To drown the Commie Traitor bastards."
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Whatt bristles slightly at Sam, pulls out his notebook and makes a brief note.
"We have been tasked with finding out why Sector PZO has lost comms with other sectors of Alpha Complex. Before we go the the Comms Hub, though, we are suppose to find a missing team member that is being held by Commies. It is suppose to be a large cell.
The implication is that YOU should be able to lead us to this Commie cell, since you are the Team Leader."
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Whatt's loyalty note:
Team Leader Sam displays disregard for position by forgetting parameters of mission. Maybe his mind is preoccupied by Traitor thoughts.
GM:** spoiler omitted **
Liam returns with his items and a knife, which he waves through the air haphazardly. He turns to face Chuckles and places his hand on his shoulder and absentmindedly waves the knife at Chuckles' face. "Hey, Chuckles. Can you spare a few of those pills? Those forms wore a bit of the happy off. ", he yells towards the PDC attendant.
Chuckles pats Liam on the shoulder and tells him, "You, Liam? Lighten up, chum. I remember giving you a double dose of happiness, it shouldn't have worn off already. ::hyuk hyuk:: Hey! I know what'll cheer ya up! Some good ol' jumping jacks! one TWO one TWO one TWO! Come on, Liam! You can do it! Let those endorphins go to work for ya!" Chuckles starts to believe his own hype and breaks into a jumping jacks routine, huffing and puffing, with a toothsome grin plastered on his red face.
GM:** spoiler omitted **
Liam returns with his items and a knife, which he waves through the air haphazardly. He turns to face Chuckles and places his hand on his shoulder and absentmindedly waves the knife at Chuckles' face. "Hey, Chuckles. Can you spare a few of those pills? Those forms wore a bit of the happy off. ", he yells towards the PDC attendant.
Chuckles pats Liam on the shoulder and tells him, "You, Liam? Lighten up, chum. I remember giving you a double dose of happiness, it shouldn't have worn off already. ::hyuk hyuk:: Hey! I know what'll cheer ya up! Some good ol' jumping jacks! one TWO one TWO one TWO! Come on, Liam! You can do it! Let those endorphins go to work for ya!" Chuckles starts to believe his own hype and breaks into a jumping jacks routine, huffing and puffing, with a toothsome grin plastered on his red face.
Liam suddenly begins to laugh as Chuckles starts doing jumping jacks, the kind of laugh that just bursts out of someone like that thing in that movie, you know, the one where a guy eats forbidden food and a commie bursts from his chest. "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAhaha-heh. Thanks Chuckles, old buddy, I really needed that."
Whatt takes his notebook back out and smiles happily at Chuckles and Liam "Excellent! Dedication to duty from Chuckles and following perscribed regimen for Liam! That, my Troubleshooting Teammates, is loyalty to The Computer in action!" He finishes his note and does a couple quick jumping jacks himself.
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Makes notations exactly as he says... Loyal MBD Officer doing duty and Loyal troubleshooter accurately following the directives of the Officer. It almost brings a tear to his eye, but that might prevent him watching Sam...
Whatt checks his PDC, hits a couple of buttons, puts it back in his pocket. "Well, Team Leader? Are you going to lead us on? Not discharging your duty to The Computer is an act of treason..."
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Whatt just puts the message in the appropriate file and hopes to be able to search for the seditious source later. Now it's time for the real work.
Whatt checks his PDC, hits a couple of buttons, puts it back in his pocket. "Well, Team Leader? Are you going to lead us on? Not discharging your duty to The Computer is an act of treason..."
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** spoiler omitted **
Chuckles stops doing jumping jacks, and coyly elbows Whatt in the ribs, and says suggestively, "You sure do seem to be getting a lot of communique there, Whatty-Boy." Chuckles give Whatt a quick wink, and jokes, "Got an important meeting or something? Heh heh."
Then Chuckles breaks the awkward silence with an equally awkward question, "Hey, chums...anyone happen to have on them a spare can of B3 I could whet my whistle with? A little cardio goes a long way, if you know what I mean...I could really handle some refreshment. Hmm? Anyone?" Chukles spins excitedly back and forth on the balls of his feet, aiming 'finger pistols' and clucking his tongue at each of his team mates, expectantly. "Anyone?"
Thank you for the PP
Whatt smiles a bit at Chuckles "Well, I suppose I can tell you since we are Teammates, but I'm getting traitorous messages from an unknown source. I'm saving them for now so I can turn them in to The Computer! With them, we can track the messages down to the source and see them... expunged.
When you work for Public Hating, even just as a copy clerk, these things happen... Commies work hard to demoralize us, but that is why The Computer assings loyal people like you and I to our positions. We are the Red Jumpsuited Line that stands to protect the masses of the Infrareds from such brain trickery and make sure they are happy and loyal, Chuckles! We are the Chosen of The Computer and ours is a Sacred Trust!"
Whatt makes a counter clockwise box shape on his chest with his hand. Then he smiles, takes out a pamphlet from his jumpsuit, and tacks it to the wall. He signs with a flourish "Please assess any fines to Whatt-R-BTL-2 (or subsequent designate)." He grips Chuckles firmly by the shoulder in an act of commradare.
"Blessed Be in The Computer's sight!"
Whatt smiles a bit at Chuckles "Well, I suppose I can tell you since we are Teammates, but I'm getting traitorous messages from an unknown source. I'm saving them for now so I can turn them in to The Computer! With them, we can track the messages down to the source and see them... expunged.
When you work for Public Hating, even just as a copy clerk, these things happen... Commies work hard to demoralize us, but that is why The Computer assings loyal people like you and I to our positions. We are the Red Jumpsuited Line that stands to protect the masses of the Infrareds from such brain trickery and make sure they are happy and loyal, Chuckles! We are the Chosen of The Computer and ours is a Sacred Trust!"
Whatt makes a counter clockwise box shape on his chest with his hand. Then he smiles, takes out a pamphlet from his jumpsuit, and tacks it to the wall. He signs with a flourish "Please assess any fines to Whatt-R-BTL-2 (or subsequent designate)." He grips Chuckles firmly by the shoulder in an act of commradare.
"Blessed Be in The Computer's sight!"
"Gracious, Whatt. That sounds simply AWFUL! I mean, the time wasted to engage in such Tomfoolery is...::chuckle:: simply ludicrous! And you say you can't trace the source, pal?"
Chuckles gives Whatt a comforting pat on the back, and then leans in uncomfortably close
Whatt:
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Also, when no one is looking, I would like to send a message to my own PDC, making the message appear anonymous, and untraceable. The message should read, "TRUE HAPPINESS LIES IN THE DESTRUCTION OF THE COMPUTER!"
Whatt smiles and shakes his head. "No, I don't know the source...yet. It may be the very Commie bastards we are suppose to be tracking down now, if our duly appointed Team Leader would get us moving. And let me say I appreciate both your diligence to your duty and your attitude. I am certain we will prevail for The Computer."