Yeah, you're right. Terrorizing the known universe can come after I've taken a nap.
Zzzzzzzzzz.
HEY! That's not funny! You know what, screew this shit!
>Plumbum is reaching for the magic keyfob!
Curse the ill fortune that led you to me.Ohhhhh no. I'll be keeping this until you can regulate your emotions, mister.
you'll then have a grave in the clouds where you won't lie too crampedGimme back my keys, you filthy pickpocket!
Curse the ill fortune that led you to me.As your self-appointed therapist, I don't think that's a good idea. You should probably get some more rest.
you'll then have a grave in the clouds where you won't lie too cramped-hits yarrunmace over the head with a chair-
And now let the boss launch his goddamn nukes or he'll be forever be telling his revenge fantasies to us.
A different shape every step I take A different mind every step of the lineLook over there!
>Plumbum makes a grab for the keys!
Curse the ill fortune that led you to me.Seeing as I now have my keyfob, I get in the Jetbus, spin up the minigun and fire... on catfish.
I NEVER WANT TO SEE THE NUKE GO OFF!!!
Curse the ill fortune that led you to me.Shit. What's wrong with this man's mind?
-dashes towards the hangars-
I though he was just a madmen hell-bent on destroying the world, but no, he has be more complex...
A different shape every step I take A different mind every step of the line>Plumbum honks the horn, and plows into the armor-plated controls with the armor-plated Jetbus, firing the minigun all the way.
THERE'S SO MANY LEVELS TO MY PERSONALITY!
Curse the ill fortune that led you to me.Gahh....
-runs through a large gate and manically hits the controls on the other side-
Come on come on come on...
-slowly, the stable blast doors start to close-
I should never have worked for that maniac!
-runs on-
A different shape every step I take A different mind every step of the line-wakes up-
Where did everyone go?
you'll then have a grave in the clouds where you won't lie too cramped*Turns on a recorder that says, 'Nuclear Launch Detected.', and runs.
edited 5th Aug '10 11:32:24 AM by AttObl227
Last Defense Line....Fantastic!
Locking you up on radar since '09-thinks to himself "Wait, that was just a recording. So, does that mean I win?"-
you'll then have a grave in the clouds where you won't lie too cramped>Plumbum repeatedly smashes the security barrier with the Jetbus.
Curse the ill fortune that led you to me.- Sees the chaos, decides to exploit it. -
- Just walks over and smashes the warhead repeatedly with a very large hammer. The inner workings probably won't take the trauma. -
- If they do, I have a backup plan involving a powerful drill and some thermite. -
edited 6th Aug '10 7:10:47 AM by RTHSFF
"Meet 18th century English gentlewoman Kimiko Achmadsdottir and her brother-in-law Wladyslaw bin Vivianus." - annebeecheWho is that intruder, and what is he doing to my scale models!? D=<
TV Tropes's No. 1 bread themed lesbian. she/her, fae/faerYet another example of my triplex system.
Silly agents, don't you know about the concept of redundancy?
Locking you up on radar since '09-finds telephone-
Hello, is this the CIA? Their systems are redundant. Airstrike recommended.
you'll then have a grave in the clouds where you won't lie too crampedWhere's that S-300 Grumble? I think it's in the garage... finally, my drunken bet with my mad scientist colleagues will pay off!
Locking you up on radar since '09>Plumbum is still firing the miniguns until they clikc uselessly, in frustration he backs up nearly onto the other wall and floors it, making a human-sized hole in the door, and totalling the Jetbus.
Curse the ill fortune that led you to me.Hey this is the CIA yarrun, we don't do airstrikes, call the airforce.
>Plumbum takes a M4A1 from the weapons locker, puts on some body armor and walks through the hole. He looks proud of himself.
Curse the ill fortune that led you to me.Excuse me, Plumbum, but what the hell are you doing?!
Locking you up on radar since '09
Well, maybe you should get some rest before you decide to destroy us all?
you'll then have a grave in the clouds where you won't lie too cramped