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The Deathskunk wrote:

What the hell?

Um, that wasn't supposed to happen.

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SERVE ME, CREATURE OF DARKNESS!!!

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What the hell?

The Deathskunk wrote:

Poodle Jack Slaad wrote:

Hmm... a PlantJack.

*snaps fingers*
I've got it!
*spreads arms wide as aphid swarms fly past him at VTPJ*
Fly my pretties, fly, fly!

*Releases cloud of stench which kills aphids*

I think not!

Animate Undead Swarm! Bolster Undead!

Fly again, fly! AHAHAHAHA!!!!!

Excellent! A challenge!

Hmm... a PlantJack.

*snaps fingers*
I've got it!
*spreads arms wide as aphid swarms fly past him at VTPJ*
Fly my pretties, fly, fly!

*Releases cloud of stench which kills aphids*

Hey, can someone bless my stench with lawfulness?

The Deathskunk wrote:

lynora wrote:

"So, exactly how does punishing everyone in a five mile radius of the offender accomplish your goal, Mr President?" she asks pinching her nose closed. "Oh, and I have a list of candidates for interviews that you set up. Only the First Lady wanted to have a few words with you first."

Oh, please. I'll show you stink!

"I thought you already had. Or didn't the skunk musk that he loaded into his super soaker come from you?"

That's from my grandmother.

"So, exactly how does punishing everyone in a five mile radius of the offender accomplish your goal, Mr President?" she asks pinching her nose closed. "Oh, and I have a list of candidates for interviews that you set up. Only the First Lady wanted to have a few words with you first."

Oh, please. I'll show you stink!

I think it was another clone, actually. Look, go chase some 'rats' or something. And quit chasing those mouse toys around and hiding them when we come in.

Labradoodle wrote:

Runs past with Roy's dish

Stops talking as she watches this. Sighs. "Sorry Roy. The poodle got it. They do this to me all the time. How they keep getting into my closet to steal my bikinis is a mystery, but there you have it." *shrug*

"Hey, good news, Lynora! My scrying marble thingy says your roleplaying counterpart just came back from being dead. Or something. It's pretty confusing, a lot of us just stopped watching it because it was so confusing."

The Deathskunk wrote:

"If I were to become a Jack, would I have to stop attacking people and releasing my fury in their faces?"

No. In fact, you'd have more opportunities to wreck havoc. Being a Jack means that you have the ability to cause destruction without having to say you're sorry. It's a sweet deal.

I don't say I'm sorry anyways.

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Jack's Right Hand Man wrote:

The Deathskunk wrote:

Jack's Right Hand Man wrote:

The Deathskunk wrote:

Jackin' Ape wrote:

It is you who are failing to read profiles, Stinky.

PUNT!

*Dodges blow*

Look, I'm not interested in fighting some self-'righteous' (though perhaps that's the wrong choice of words) devil monkey. I'm trying to sleep.

Sleep elsewhere then. We don't want a skunk in the clubhouse.

And yet you tolerate the ape? That's speciesism!

First of all, he isn't as big as you are. You take up too much room....

Clearly, you haven't read his profile either.

Second of all, 'Jack'? What the hell is that?
I needed something to do here now that Plant moved to RPing.

But Jackin' Ape can shrink to large, which is something I don't believe you can do. It's hard to explain what a "Jack" is. We assimilate others to the image of our leader, Callous Jack. We wish to conquer the planet. You may join us if you wish. BTW, there's no reason why PlantJack can't exist in our universe as well. :)

Yeah, but I have a preference to keep my RP guys in teh RP section and the humor guys in the humor section.

The Deathskunk wrote:

Jack's Right Hand Man wrote:

The Deathskunk wrote:

Jackin' Ape wrote:

It is you who are failing to read profiles, Stinky.

PUNT!

*Dodges blow*

Look, I'm not interested in fighting some self-'righteous' (though perhaps that's the wrong choice of words) devil monkey. I'm trying to sleep.

Sleep elsewhere then. We don't want a skunk in the clubhouse.

And yet you tolerate the ape? That's speciesism!

First of all, he isn't as big as you are. You take up too much room....

Clearly, you haven't read his profile either.

The Deathskunk wrote:

Jackin' Ape wrote:

It is you who are failing to read profiles, Stinky.

PUNT!

*Dodges blow*

Look, I'm not interested in fighting some self-'righteous' (though perhaps that's the wrong choice of words) devil monkey. I'm trying to sleep.

Sleep elsewhere then. We don't want a skunk in the clubhouse.

And yet you tolerate the ape? That's speciesism!

It is you who are failing to read profiles, Stinky.

PUNT!

*Dodges blow*

Jackin Ape bursts into the room, sizes up in his rage. Picks up the stinky big skunk, and hurls him out of the clubhouse.

Ooo-ooo-OOO!

"I'm Colossal, and a very powerful Yugoloth too. Watch it, monkey."

Callous Jack wrote:

Someone needs to house-train the giant marble better, it's peeing pink stuff all over the rugs.

"I suppose wet sponges, jumper cables, and a die-hard battery would be a good start. Then again I can't smell anything with this gas mask on..."

"And you won't be taking that off anytime this month. Cya!"

Wanders downstairs with his gas-mask on, sees the skunk, opens the window and punts him to another thread. Closes the window and wanders into the kitchen. Overhears Hungry talking about dinner and is seized with a panic attack. Which six o'clock is it? How much did he have to drink last night? After reasurring himself of the time, he shakes his head and wonders, How much did Hungry have to drink last night? and Maybe this is a good morning to skip breakfast...

Sets the coffee grinder into action. The grating sounds of the grinder, turned by Jackin' Ape, break the morning silence...

Watches as Reggy attempts to kick him away, but only hurts his foot.

The skunk grins. "Sure, if ya think that those can handle my acid damage.
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"Okay, I'm a skunk and even I know that came out wrong."

Panama Jack wrote:

Ah...too bad about your golf club, there, Demo.

I say, I've got a +5 ironwood cricket bat I hardly use anymore, if you like?

It's okay. I got a spare.

*Walks out of room with spare clubs*

The Deathskunk wrote:

"Hey, there aren't any rules against giant skunks!"

"There are against hairballs however," boom the telepathic voice of the Sunny Goghead. "And you fit into that catagory. You may stay here as long as you do not make a big stink, offend any of the other visitors, or interfere with the temple's staff."

"Bah, typical deities. Fine, fine, I'll let you people stay in my den. Ya got any cows? I'm starved."

Alaina, the Fire Flower wrote:

Bouncer the Solar Elemental wrote:

You're the bosses new herald. He sure knows how to pick them. WoW! You're beautiful!

Uh, where are my manners?

Uh, Yes. Uh, my name is Bouncer the Solar Elemental. Everybody calls be Bounce. I oversee the Sanctum while da boss is occupied with other matters.

Uh, you're bodyguard and chaporon should be be here soon.

Alaina smiles

Thank you Bouncer. A woman always likes to hear she is beautiful. Hopefully we can work to make this a thread to be reckoned with!

Looks over at the borgs and demon

Course, you always get the riff raff when you start up a thread ..

I guess it traditional to break a new thread in this way but the skunk and Borg will be taken care of soon.

"Hey, there aren't any rules against giant skunks!"

Gravity Elemental Robert wrote:

Primary Adjunct of paizomatix 0 wrote:

The collective sends drones to assess the area

I'm terribly sorry but no recording devices allowed in the temple.

The Bouncer points his finger at the drones and they suddenly become heavy and srop to the floor.

The collective adapts

The skunk glares. "Hey, it's you jerks! Get outta my den!" He charges them, knocking all the Borg out.

The enormous skunk walks in and goes to sleep.

The collective nuke's it from obit.

Only way to be sure
Resistance Is Futile

The skunk looks quizzically at the grammatically challenged robots as they attempt to fire a nuke from an obituary.

The collective finds the lose of drones Irrelevant and simply irradiates the area

The collective analyzes the new data
The collective adapts
The collective decides the glowing hide might make nice boots
The collective harvests the skin and makes boots
Resistance Is Futile

The skunk stomps on any Borg within reach.

"Hey! Did somebody say we were flawed?"
The enormous skunk comes into view. It is the size of the factory. It unleashes its fury on the Borg. The immunization, designed for Conepatus Mesoleucus spray, is no match for Enormis Mephitidae (enormous skunk). The machines struggle to keep from overloading in their attempt to immunize the Borg.