Dreams of Revenge
A... giant death ray?
Locking you up on radar since '09
Ghosts' Poet
-holds up three more-
And these?
you'll then have a grave in the clouds where you won't lie too cramped
Dreams of Revenge
A MiG-29 Fulcrum, a camoflague pattern, and a ballet dancer.
Locking you up on radar since '09
Ghosts' Poet
Hmm...ballet dancer, eh? Tell me about your sister.
you'll then have a grave in the clouds where you won't lie too cramped
Dreams of Revenge
She didn't do ballet dancing. Ever. She became a writer or somethin', I haven't kept in contact 'cause my schedule's so busy.
Locking you up on radar since '09
Ghosts' Poet
Maybe you should call her. Here, take this phone. Go to her.
you'll then have a grave in the clouds where you won't lie too cramped
Dreams of Revenge
Ugh, she's probably too busy...
Locking you up on radar since '09
Ghosts' Poet
Fine.
-looks at Plumbum, KO'd on the ground-
We should probably wake him up.
you'll then have a grave in the clouds where you won't lie too cramped
Dreams of Revenge
But he's betrayed me!
Locking you up on radar since '09
Ghosts' Poet
Okay. We'll put him in a straitjacket and then wake him up
-pulls out pen and writing pad-
Now, let's talk about your mother, eh?
you'll then have a grave in the clouds where you won't lie too cramped
Dreams of Revenge
Oh, criminy...
Locking you up on radar since '09
Ghosts' Poet
Ah. She was the ballet dancer?
you'll then have a grave in the clouds where you won't lie too cramped
Dreams of Revenge
I'm not here for a psychiatric session!
Locking you up on radar since '09
\*secretly launches nukes while nobody is looking*
Take That! Moon! *Sees launch coordinates as the dark side of the Moon*
FFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
Dreams of Revenge
-hears the launch sirens and claps his hands excitedly-
Oh, goodie!
Locking you up on radar since '09
Ghosts' Poet
-suplexes Major Tom-
Do you want to talk about your feelings before we all die from the shrapnel from the moon?
you'll then have a grave in the clouds where you won't lie too cramped
The Plum and Only
uuh, my head. Shit! I'm still alive! And in a straitjacket! Oh, well. I've seen what they do. Welcome to torture, Plumbum.
Hey wait... I'm... There's the barrier -glances over- everyone's distracted with... a psychiatry session.
>Plumbum awkwardly stumbles to his feet and slips back into the Jetbus.
Curse the ill fortune that led you to me.
Dreams of Revenge
Well anyway, I guess I had better get going! Toodles!
-turns around and starts walking away... toward the jetbus-
Locking you up on radar since '09
The Plum and Only
Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck!
>Plumbum is trying desperately cut the straitjacket, without cutting too many major arteries.
Curse the ill fortune that led you to me.
- Drops into the room from a previously-unnoticed hole in the cieling*
I HAVE A GUN!!!
- Does not have a gun*
O.O
Popes for the Pope's throne!
Ghosts' Poet
Hmm...nothing? Fine, just stay there.
-runs after Flanker-
you'll then have a grave in the clouds where you won't lie too cramped
Dreams of Revenge
Who the hell are you?!
-is looking at The Monkey Mon-
Locking you up on radar since '09
I AM RICHARD NIXON.
- Is not richard nixon.*
Ghosts' Poet
-slips into the Jetbus-
Oh, it's you. Do you want to talk about your feelings?
you'll then have a grave in the clouds where you won't lie too cramped
Hooray!
-holds up Inkblot Test-
Now, what does this look like. Don't say Rorscharch; smart-ass answers will get you nowhere.
you'll then have a grave in the clouds where you won't lie too cramped