Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen's page

Fear is the little death, the mind killer

Thou shalt not make a messageboard alias in the likeness of the human mind.

I get that reference

I will kill them uncle

Uncle?

I WILL KILL HIM!

Why are you going to prolong the inevitable? I will kill you!

I SHALL KILL HIM!

You're kinda annoying. ;)

And you're a peasant. We all have our flaws ...

Or some non-guild astronomers, stirring up dissent...we could feed the left-over pieces to Rabban when we are done!

Feh, do we have to include my brother? The last I saw he was rutting with his chambermaids while eating a roast pig again. Hopeless sybarite ...

How I devoutly wish...if it were not beneath them, we could set our Sardaukar warriors loose among these slow-witted children. But let us retire for pleasure elsewhere until a more enjoyable opportunity presents itself in these clinical environs...

I just got a shipment of new impliments Uncle, perhaps we can find some traitors to try them on?

Whatever brings us among the peasants, dear boy, but diversion?

One can't always be running the galaxies...

*yawn*

Surely we can find more interesting diversions than these.

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen wrote:

"Uncle, what brings you among these ... people?"

Hey.. I'm good people!

Most of the time at least I'm good people...

*yawn*

That's the problem, you're good people. I'm not

*sigh*

I tire of these buzzing gnats. Uncle! State your need of me, or I depart!

Cute dagger, I had one just like it.... when I was 10. ;)

*slides the greatsword Coldfire from it's sheath*

Then I grew up. :)

Sheathes dagger and yawns.

By the time you got that unweildly bar of scrap metal whirled around I'd be playing footbal with your pancreas...

*looks the newcomer up and down*

Hmmf.

Twirls a wicked-looking dagger along his hands

"Uncle, what brings you among these ... people?"

You are related to that grotesque gas-bag? You seem to cute for that, but no matter..... you can keep away from me too.

Feyd looks the woman over with a bored glance

"Don't flatter yourself peasant."

Oh, Feyd...Feyd?

Where is that dear boy?

He has so many gifts, but punctuality is not one of them...it's a shame too...the two of you share an attraction to sharp objects.

Heightens his elevation in his suspensors.

A lean man saunters into the room. He yawns and speaks in a bored tone:

"You sent for me uncle?"