hmm... I see.
...
Man, I ask a question, and the entire world goes insane!!
I mean, a little insanity is good for the soul, but this is ridiculous!
This thread is insanity itself. Don't try to understand it.
* tents fingers *
Excellent!
And don't you dare say I stole that from Mr. Burns! He stole that from me.
Vaping! My only weakness!
Curse you LASER CLOWN!!!
It is definite ladies and gentlemen, Laser clown wins over the man who is Sinister Stan! May all of Stan's plans and his schemes supremes, fail and may laser clown be hailed as the hero he is.
Tickles! That's too cruel!
Well, sometimes you gotta resort to such tactics to defeat your enemies.
I'm not that evil. There are things that are way too much for me.
There are things that are worse fates than death...
However... I do not think tentacle tickles are one of them.
I'd wear a full plate just to keep my body safe from tickles.
There are things that are worse fates than death...
However... I do not think tentacle tickles are one of them.
Have you met GoatToucher? I think he proves tentacle tickles are a fate worse than death.
If you wear a full plate, and a tentacle gets inside, you will not be able to stop the tickles at all...
If you wear a full plate, and a tentacle gets inside, you will not be able to stop the tickles at all...
Infundibulum 8:20. As true today, as when it was written. Let us writhe.
So... the character from this thread has become a reality, it seems.
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Sinister Stan is blasting off agaaaaaaaaain...
*Twinkle in the sky*
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Sinister Stan is blasting off agaaaaaaaaain...
*Twinkle in the sky*
Mister Scat rinses sheep rumen.
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It's working again!!!
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Trusty old Anagrammaton.
Have you met GoatToucher? I think he proves tentacle tickles are a fate worse than death.There are things that are worse fates than death...
However... I do not think tentacle tickles are one of them.
That's different, everything he touches becomes worse than death.
And yet, also better...
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Hutt Goo Care.
One of the lesser known manuals in the Jedi Temple Library. For, you know. When you get a bad case of Hutt Goo.
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What a coincidence: I have an associate's degree in Hutt Goo Care!
Oh, so it was you chained to his couch in a bronze bikini!
That explains a great deal, or maybe I shouldn't have bought that Belorussian version of 'Star Wars'
GoatToucher in a bronze bikini? Appealing!
Oookaaaay.
I see.
Shall we leave you two alone for a spell?
Just make sure the spell isn't Time Stop.
GoatToucher in a bronze bikini? Appealing!
Your definition of appealing and mine are 2 very different things.
I was being ironic.
At least I hope I was.
We all hope.
My half-kender part says the darndest things. I'm often worried for her sanity.
I'm also worried about this multiple personality issue of mine.
I'm not, it is quite enjoyable to watch you make a fool of yourself and then back off as quickly as you can.
For one thing, it reminds me that I'm not the only one who ever has to do that.
It wasn't me! It was Tasha! Tasha! I don't even know her!!! Tasha who?
It's not working, is it?
Blaming the alias was never a good strategy.
And don't expect me to make sense in a Saturday at 6 AM. I'd rather be sleeping.
I think 6 A.M. is when i'm most awake.
I'm a morning person, but today I'd rather stay in bed.
In a couple of hours I'll probably be passionate again of my job, but now I'm cursing it for making me get out of the bed.
Let me just say you never truly get used to third shifts.
I usually work at a morning shift but it depends on which lab I'm working. Most departments are only open in the mornings and from Monday to Friday. Today I'm replacing a worker from the emergency lab so I have to work on Saturday.
*is currently imagining your avatar in lab coat doing work* Seems somehow very sinister in my head like your trying to create a super virus.
I've always thought I should apply for an evil minion job but I'm not sure how well paid it is.
I wear a featureless and ill fitting white pyjamas with my name on it. I love it because it has my name on it but it's not half as cool as a lab coat.
I don't know how to create a super virus but I've witnessed a couple of fecal explosions, which are not as destructive but they are kinda nasty too.
Advice: If you have to collect your own faeces NEVER fill the collection tube to the top.
Yeah I feel evil minion jobs tend to be under-payed now if you can dethrone and become the evil master mind that can pay a lot better as long as you are proficient at it.
As far as the second to last part I am pretty sure that is the right direction to become a super villain but you won't like the super-villain name they give you.
I don't want a crappy villain name. People wouldn't buy my sh*t.
I must say I didn't cause or create any of the fecal bombs. Sh*t happens. And not so often, I must say. Most of the «dangerous» samples are just discarded.
Well using fecal bombs is how you get a crappy super villain name. Just saying.
Hmm AHA just hire whoever did make them as a minion that way he gets the terrible nickname and can do all the work Now THAT is how you become a criminal mastermind.
Lab technicians are stuck to be minions forever, unfortunately.
To apply for higher roles you have to be Dr. Something.
So my best expectation now is dying a nameless painful death when the hero blows up the whole experiment.
I have accepted that I can only be a minion. When I took a «Which Star Wars character are you» quiz I got a Storm Trooper. Then I realized that it explained everything: my bad aiming, my short sight, my minionlike career. I was born to be a minion.
at least your not a foot tall yellow and can only talk in gibberish.
I think my spoken English qualifies as the latter.
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Now i'm imagining you in a fire mans hat going wee woo wee woo while choping everything up with an axe.
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Only when I'm on «those days»