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You've learned to adapt! I don't know whether to be irritated that you'll be harder to kill now or enthused that you're moving away from the rigidity and structure of order and toward wonderful fluid chaos!
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Oh not this again....
sigh
*does a screen wipe to the next scene where Gentleman Nurn stands over a smoldering Modron*
That should do it. Slaadi, remember we never do the same thing twice.
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Rats. I was about to cast Kitty Chaos on him. Oh, well. *Casts Kitty Chaos on the smoldering remains* I need the practice anyway.
You skipped over my wonderful crowbar fu scene, too. The director was in fits after all his beautiful choreography got smashed to pieces, yeeessss.
Who says I'm smoldering?
Illogical.
reassembles minus a crowbar and corkscrew of law
Now where were we..? Ah, Rail Gun.
Tattoos symbols of law on everyone except for Spicy Nacho Slaad, who's hiding under a pile of chaos
*lead sheet produced from coat pocket, catches tattoo-ray-gun-beam* That's-a spicy beam of law. *frisbees it into the modron's CPU*
CPU assimulates the errand ray.
ARE YOU READY TO WATER?
Er, I think it was a rock just a bit ago...
Who says I'm smoldering?
Illogical.
reassembles minus a crowbar and corkscrew of law
Now where were we..? Ah, Rail Gun.
Tattoos symbols of law on everyone except for Spicy Nacho Slaad, who's hiding under a pile of chaos
No see, we've moved onto the next scene where you don't exist because you have been beaten...which means I'm talking to myself again.
No see, we've moved onto the next scene where you don't exist because you have been beaten...which means I'm talking to myself again.
Beaten! Yeah! Knock out that beat!
Activates chaoitic repelling law dome and enters stand-by mode
*excavates area around and beneath dome, watches remains of modron drop into the earth, buries; sets the little clod of stone and dirt drifting away into the Maelstrom*
Well then. Who's up for Chinese?
He'll be back. No to Hu Flung Dung.
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*excavates area around and beneath dome, watches remains of modron drop into the earth, buries; sets the little clod of stone and dirt drifting away into the Maelstrom*
{waves hanky} Bon voyage!
Hopefully Mr. Modron won't drift toward the Prime Material anywhere and accidentally reenter phase somewhere underground in the path of some large public works project... what would be the odds?
I heard Modron Abraxus likes to divide by zero.
Is it time for the sequel already?
the dome phase back into reality and silently hovers for the slaad to see
Ok, for the sequel we need a new side kick that starts off as being lame but ultimately ends up beating the villain.
Ooh! Can we be the originally useless, ultimately victorious sidekicks! We have the useless part down.
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Maximillian! More power to the engines! The Cygnus almost slipped across the event horizon before I could plot a safe entry vector!Ooh! Can we be the originally useless, ultimately victorious sidekicks! We have the useless part down.Nah you're this and hopefully, later this.
... don't worry ... everything will be ... just fine ...
Ah, the Seattle/Denver Championship game..,
My secret eggings and afro-turf camoflague worked wonders against San Francisco.
May my favorite birds fly to victory.
I love birdies [/fangy grin]!
Heeeeeel.
I am a cat.
grabs rawhide whip and chair
Okay, replay.
I am a slaad.
rubs eyes with bleach
For a moment there, I thought you were aardvark.
{points at Tossed Slaad, in best voice over:}
NO. 1
THE LARCH
I thought I smelled something.
I am Lord Gruumash the Awesome.
{cue Joan Rivers' narration} "Using her gloves of the Spell Binder, a fez-wearing Ambrosia changes 'Awesome'... into 'FaWTLsome'!!!"
Yes that smell is victory.
Victory smells like Swiss cheese.
{puts a chunk of Victory in the mousetrap}
And Swiis Cheese smells like teen spirit.
And teen spirit smells like Kurt Cobain.
And Kurt Cobain smells like a rotting corpse.
...what, too soon?
Nope. Uh, that was too progressive. dare i say "lawful"
Time to wash my mouth out with wet cement.
{flips open the new ACME catalog and orders an Adele 9000 Flamethrower™ to set fire to the snow}
You can always move West!!!
Whatever direction that is?
{flips open the new ACME catalog and orders an Adele 9000 Flamethrower™ to set fire to the snow}
Best company ever, yeeesssss.
Nope. Uh, that was too progressive. dare i say "lawful"
Time to wash my mouth out with wet cement.
You sir, have insulted my honor! HAVE AT YOU!
*slaps Spicy Nacho Slaad with a glove filled with cottage cheese*
You can always move West!!!
{pushes Adam West into a different corner of the room}
Touche'!
Belts Macaroni Slaad with a rose bush
[singing]Every rose has I thorn, yea it does.[/singing]