*Walks into the Thread*
"This is your funny Sunny Godhead and I want to know who put all the these turnips in my resort. My night club and swimmming pool are over-flowing this red vegtables. Have you ever seen anyone swim in a wave pool filled bottom to top with radishes? HAve you?!"
*taps his foot impatiently*
"Who's going to clean up this mess?"
Freehold DM wrote:
I laugh at your scientific fallacies.
Bah. I'm a god, judge, marshall, and congressman. My cosmic search warrent says so right here. You're all damn lucky I done have you rounded up and imprisoned in the Seven Heavens for possessing illegal contraband.
Where is it. Ah, got it.
Collects quasar and leaves the thread via trans-dimensional phasing.
Kicks in the front door to the thread with explosive force
Greatings you disgusting turds of chaos! Someone has a star fragment and is using it the ferment deeds of chaos. I'm here to collect my quasar and chew bubblegum.
And I'm out of bubblegum...
Throw an aura of stellar flame and G-type gravity shealth around himself With cosmic senses capable of navigating the chaos of thread, he moves towards his objective