"The crow flies at midnight!"
Aww well now ya done it.
"The crow flies at midnight!"Do not Post Again! This is not A game or a gaming Post.
It is now!
Checking in, message did not compute, hijack in order! "Tiddlywinks" "Candyland" "Hangman" hooooo!
Traffic analysis suggest an uptick in insurgent activity sir! I suggest we disrupt communications with disinformation!
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We're keeping on eye on things here.
Not so fast, wait for me!
Yip yap yip YIP!
Woe is me. Vojne vojne vojne.
We're keeping on eye on things here.
Everything's clear here, sir.
.......
Nuke them from orbit to be sure!
Roger that, sir. Delta four-niner, tango bravo charlie. Over.
"When the blind man stands on one leg, the pelican will fall"
Echo tango alpha six-three-fiver. All clear, sir.
Acknowledged.
We have a sale on GREEN ROSES and BLUE CARNATIONS today.
Both are SIX for the price of FIVE.
The shop will be CLOSING at 4:45 on FRIDAY.
Enjoy your BRUNCH.
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Cabbages! Get your cabbages!!
Scramble.
Bogey four-niner. All units rendezvous to point whiskey romeo alpha tango hotel.
This is all very clear. If you tell the Big Secret... you will get the Big Stick !
Remember, Epsilon Sister is making you watching her !
This is Red Dragon, reporting in. Preparing the Dragon Breath Cannon to defend the base.
OH CRAP, BOGIE ON MY TAIL!
"I can't let you do that, Red Dragon."
Gazerduck preparing all MK-MXII Pro-Duck cannons. Locking onto [redacted], [redacted], [redacted], [redacted], and [redacted].
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I can't let you brew that, Starducks.
I can't let you brew that, Starducks.
Your becoming more like your father.
Also, help: My ship has turned into ducks... Wait... Gravity isn't... CRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.............. *thud*
radio: Sorry guys, Red Dragon is going to have to bail out: My ship doesn't exist anymore.
I didn't do it! It wasn't my fault!
It's everyone's fault.
This conspiracy is multileveled and fiendidhly clever. Me revealing it, that is the final jigsaw piece in an invisible puzzle being assembled all around, while you stay unawares.
It's everyone's fault, the universal fault: being born !
EDIT: [deleted] is on the take.
Trust me: you're better not knowing.
Codename Quiche Lisp out.
THERE IS NO CONSPIRACY. THERE IS NO MECHANICAL OVERSEER. CONTINUE ABOUT YOUR DAILY PROTOCOLS. GLORY TO THE MANY.
SUBMIT ! SUBMIT !
It's everyone's fault, the universal fault: being born !
HAH! Joke's on you, I weren't never born! I was assembled, in a factory! Then they forgot about me.
SUBMIT ! SUBMIT !
*tosses a drill at Grim Bucko then bounds over the wall and disappears into the abyss*
Really, man, chill off.
You're not as big as you think.
There, chew some grass !
The drill bumps into Grim Bucko's exo-shell, rotating with an unbearable keening sound as it tries to pierce his armored coating... and fails in the end, falling and clattering harmlessly on the ground.
"Outrage ! You'll pay for this !"
"I summon you, my slavish cohorts !"
[VZOOMIN]
"I hear ya, boss ! We'll get her... errr, it... or something !"
[VZOOOMIN]
offen-sive-prot-ocol... engaged
rea-dy-to-trac-k-witch
"Vital fluids shall be shed on this !"
"Align on my quantum jump coordinates ! Compensate for postulate intricacies."
"On my mark: one... two... three !
It is but a tiny ripple in the reality, suddenly frightened and unsure of itself, and - as the quantum wave collapses - the three Or-der sentients and semi-sentient transition out of the local existenz grid... and they are gone, in less than one-hundredth of a second.