Nuther Monkey? Does he want a nanner?
Oh I see she's deaf. GIRL MONKEY DO YOU WANT A NANNER!!!!!!!!!
MBT buddy, she's flipping you off.
NO NANNERS FOR YOU RUDE DEAF MONKEY!!!!!!
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"So what've we got, we've got dumb trolls, humanoid vermin, and megalomaniacal mutants savagely fighting sarcastic robots, reclusive tricksters, and rude gorillas for reasons nobody's entirely clear on..."
"The Internet in a nutshell, really."
"D'OH-HOHOHOHOHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
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Don't forget deviant reprobates.
:Puts his feet up on a goat wearing a ball-gag:
I hate those guys.
General Ferocious George sir! The goblins are breeding faster than we can kill them! Sometimes even right there on the battle field!
"Let ape-horde come a bit closer, they not know devious plans we have for them, nyahaha."
*points at Poog* Everyone be sure to stomp dat one first!!
Everyone calm down. I am here to take control of the situation. Why don't we all just take a relaxing dip in the lavacuzzi over here?
*scratches head* Seems like I did this before and it didn't end well...*shrugs* CANNONBALL!!!!!
Master Grodd sir. I think General Ferocious George is dead again sir.
Troll-man fell for plan. He walk to Poog double-dummy.
Unbeknownst to both Molten Dragon and MBT, the goblins had disguised a pit trap, with all spikes still in smoldering embers, dealing + to any hapless chump going in.
*Drags self out of pit, walks over to Triphoppenskip and smacks min in the head again.* PRETTY SURE DAT WUZ ALL YOUR FAULT PRIVATE TINY!!!!!
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That's it, now I'm really mad!
*Enters aggressive mode by beating chest and roaring ferociously.*
Private Tiny, Captain Bean, General Ferocious George! Each of you gather three of strongest soldiers near you and meet at my location, we will make one final strike. Poog will have no choice but to either get torn apart and die, or surrender and be turned into a lowly goblin/gorilla hybrid slave forced to work in my 'reeducation facility' where Ferocious George is the 'headmaster' (careful, I promoted him because of his blood to and his brilliant use of whips).
*Grabs GoatToucher* YOU ANTICALVAREY UNIT! NOW GO UNNERVE THEIR MOUNTS!!! *Tosses him in the general direction of the battle*
*Starts to grab Fiend Fantastic then remembers fireballs to the face* YOU HEAVY ARTILLERY! GO FIREBALL GOBBOS FACES!!! *Kindly points him in the general direction of the battle.*
*Grabs IHIYC* YOU SCOUT UNIT!! GO BE SNEAKY SCARY CLOWN!!! * Tosses him in the general direction of the battle.*
Uhhh excuse me Mr. Cr500cricket, Mr. Krevon and Mr. Waterhammer, would you three be so kind as to go punch some goblins for me?
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The large number of goblins, carefully hidden, spied from a distance upon the gorilla forces.
As the "strongest warriors" separated, some burning arrows flew from an unknown direction, igniting a large "marshy" area the rest of the army was at in bright flames, catching all within in an inferno.
Another arrow landed near Grodd.
U mad bro?
Starts to grab Fiend Fantastic then remembers fireballs to the face* YOU HEAVY ARTILLERY! GO FIREBALL GOBBOS FACES!!! *Kindly points him in the general direction of the battle.*
Sorry my friend, i'm watching this from afar (a location far, far away) via scry.
I'll be sure to reserve a seat along with bandages for when you get back.
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*Grabs IHIYC* YOU SCOUT UNIT!! GO BE SNEAKY SCARY CLOWN!!! * Tosses him in the general direction of the battle.*
And I'm on the other side, remember?
Besides..."scout unit?" If you want to buy a turncoat, you'll need to make a better offer than that. I'm already my side's Head of Heavy Artistry.
*yanks a chain mysteriously hanging nearby, and Lee Lawrie's Atlas falls on top of Message board troll*
This doesn't look good. But I haven't yet deployed the monkey army's secret weapons. POO FLINGERS TO ARMS!!!!!
*Watches MBT via the scry-tv, and sends a portalled pigeon.
Erm, case you didn't notice, the majority of the ape army has been incinerated. I think it's just Grodd, you, Trip'n'skip, dragon and several warriors left.
*Watches MBT via the scry-tv, and sends a portalled pigeon.
** spoiler omitted **
*Looks around* Awwww poo. Private Tiny get me some Taco Bell and a shovel Imma have to take care of this myself.
*commando-shanks Draklor.....returns to the shadows.*
"Birdcrunchers do war good, keep going."
Nope, what about an angry dwarf
*Loads shovel full of his steaming Taco Bell byproduct and flings it towards the goblins* INCOMING!!!!!
"What troll-man do? We hide, he not even see birdcrunchers."
The goblins see "stuff" raining throughout an area they aren't even in o.o
"Release bomber-bats!"
A swarm of well trained bats take to the skies, all loaded with vials of filth, acid, alchemist fire and bomb the gathered Grodd & minions.
*flings poo at Charles Scholz*
...and i have the remote detonation device to the thing hidden in the last thing you ate. Just thought i should let you know.
Nice big red button.
And you can't take it away from him because I surgically attached it to his bottom.
You better hope he never sits down.
NEW TOY!!!! *starts whipping everything that isn't Gorilla Grodd* HEY PRIVATE TINY CMERE I GOT SOMETHING TO SHOW YA!!!!
I really really want to push the shiny, jolly, red candy-like button.
:"rides" horses around battlefield happily, whistling "Little Spanish Flea":
I'm starting to suspect that MBT isn't that good of a general.
*Starts wailing on Triphoppenskip* WHY ARE YOU HITTING YOURSELF!?!? WHY ARE YOU HITTING YOURSELF!?!?
Actually, it's just you hitting him. Grab his wrists and slap his hands against his face.
GoatGroper's horse is hit by the bat bombardment and starts charging towards Grodd's remaining posse.
GEEP! save us, oh silver-backed general Grodd. Fling mighty poo bombs at them! *sinks lower in the lavacuzzi looking around furtively for the drink person to bring him another nanner daiquiri*
Private Tiny quite lying there bleedin and get Captain Bean's drink!!!!