you know, like... nya!
"Ohhhhh, man, not again! I already did my part for the meal corporation!"
Oh Captain!~
Inside the burger restaurant, a warthog and a meerkat are hiding behind a trash can.
Uhhhhh... I dunno about this, Timon...
Pumbaa, Pumbaa, Pumbaa. What'd I tell ya? Once we lull 'em into a false sense of security, the employee discount's ours!
Hey how you doing well I'm doing just fine I lied I'm dying inside
Winner of Elim Game Round 78
"What the hell? Did the drugs I do make me halucinate like this? Am I dreaming?"
Kuma appreciation gang
Also, by the way, I know this is fast food, but I think we should keep things from getting too fast. Please keep things chill and post once every minute at most.
Kumatora needs to be appreciated more. Appreciate her.
A very short woman in green with hairy feet walks up. So, we can eat some of the merchandise ourselves?
She looks hungry. Like she hasn't had second breakfast.
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...Is the restraunt open? If so, I’ll man the register.
you know, like... nya!
"TIMON AND PUUMBA? JAKE THE SNAKE ROBERTS? Ohhhh, no, this is a crossover short, isn't it! DISNEYYYYYYYYYYYY!!"
Rosie does a big dramatic pose, before going to flip burgers.
sick down from the bones to the other side
[A long, nasally, and very clearly frustrated groan comes from the corner. Standing in said corner is a short and noticeably stout boy with an afro the size of his torso and a prominent red mask... goggles... thing over his eyes.]
A plague has consumed the town, summoning Pestilence, Horseman of the Apocalypse!
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The person saying this is a swamp monster with a worn brown cloth on.
Edited by DookieIdiotNimrod on Dec 30th 2020 at 1:14:16 AM
Semain Calm
"Don't worry! This is not a hallucination, we believe! The fries seem real, at least."
No One proceeds to eat some fries, before throwing the rest of the fries inside of their trenchcoat. Flapping noises can be heard.
and the public won't dwell on my transmission cause it wasn't televised.
Kuma appreciation gang
We literally have infinite resources, but still. We have more important things to do.
The first work phase starts at 4:00 PM CST. Please be there.
Kumatora needs to be appreciated more. Appreciate her.
I'm helping!
(I certainly am tripping), Burgerpants thinks to himself.
Trouble Cube continues to be a general-purpose forum for those who desire such a thing.
Part-Time Omen of Death
"Awwww, a talking raccoon? Oh I love raccoons, there's a whole family of them in alley behind our restaurant."
Stupid doomed timeline...
you know, like... nya!
"Well, before the corporate machine tears us to shreds, should we introduce ourselves? Someone else go first though, I don't wanna give any info that I don't need to."
Rosie looks to Linda. "Damn right! Everyone talks where I'm from."
Edited by HuneyB on Dec 30th 2020 at 4:10:15 AM
Interesting crew here. I guess I'll go see how many buns... er, and patties... and whatnot... we have.
She goes back to >Inventory the merchandise
sick down from the bones to the other side
[The boy speaks up.] "Wait, so... If we can’t work for the next hour, then what are we supposed to do?"
A plague has consumed the town, summoning Pestilence, Horseman of the Apocalypse!
Semain Calm
"Introductions sound good! Anyways...call us No One Here Is Five Crows In A Trenchcoat. Or No One for short. Because we're not. There is only one human being in this trenchcoat."
and the public won't dwell on my transmission cause it wasn't televised.
Winner of Elim Game Round 78
Last match left my damn body broken. About ready to get out of this damn business, do somethin' else. If I have to do some work here, might as well get me some protein to build me back up.
Jake has a burger to build some energy if he's here to do some work.
Oh Captain!~
The duo freeze after hearing Rosie's outburst.
...We got caught, didn't w- Pumbaa begins before Timon clamps the warthog's mouth shut.
Oh uh, h, hey there raccoon lady! Pumbaa and I, we're just... dividin'... priorities! Yeah! Dividing priorities! Ain't that right, Pumbaa?
Pumbaa tries to answer, but it's muffled since his mouth is still physically clamped shut.
Hey how you doing well I'm doing just fine I lied I'm dying inside
Well, I guess the idea to introduce ourselves isn't a bad idea, if we have to work together. I'm Solanacae. I run a bakery in Hobbiton.
you know, like... nya!
"You listening, kid?! It's introduction time!" Rosie looks away from the afro'd boy and looks to No One.
"... How about Bill, can I call ya Bill?"
She then turns to the duo, chuckling. "Nah, it's fine, I don't think Walt's gonna come from the grave and strangle you or anything. How's Mickey?... Or would you not know who that is. Ah, nevermind."
Edited by HuneyB on Dec 30th 2020 at 4:13:19 AM
I'm helping!
"... My name's —"
"Burgerpants!" a random catgirl
shouts, poking her head in briefly through a short-lived wormhole.
"Wh— no, it's not, that's just your ridiculous nickname —"
But it was too late. The nickname had irrevocably stuck, and nobody here would ever know Burgerpants by any other name.
Trouble Cube continues to be a general-purpose forum for those who desire such a thing.
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The Shag wasn’t too surprised. He had seen mismatched matchups like this before.
Well good day to everyone, I’m going to explore this place.
>Explore
Semain Calm
"Bill? That sounds..."
From inside No One's trenchcoat, a noise can be heard. oh shit they're onto us they know we have beaks abort
"Uh, actually? I prefer you call me No One, Ms. Raccoon person."
and the public won't dwell on my transmission cause it wasn't televised.
"Alright! Let's go make some normal human french fries!"
>make French Fries
and the public won't dwell on my transmission cause it wasn't televised.