Roy: *He glow more brighter as he shakes Hastur's hand.*
"I'm curious, I wanna this guy myself."
Longram: "What happens next, well..." *Clears throat.*
"...the mafia had their computer specialist to hack into the all robot police force and have them try to kill us. The keystone to all this is police technician who happens to be a brain a jar."
"Yeah...."
Heliodor: I don't know why I earned such intimate terms but I feel that what she's saying is more biologically accurate.
Rhyme: Technically I'm your niece.
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.(@Albert) Nyaru: I'd accept that answer if doll speak was contagious, but since it's not, I'll ask you to come up with a better one.
(@Bebedora) Nyaru: Hello then. Hope you like your ice cream just as much as I will like the answer to how did you manage to mentally contact a god?
(@Six) No Name: Well, there was no machine guns yesterday, and I hope you won't be the one to play hero. Since I won't be for sure. But nevertheless, that was one hell of an occasion.
(@Hathor) No Name: Guess that's racial differences for you. Though your size is the first thing any human will note.
Well, the handshake is firm as Hastur's fingers sprout tentacles and entangle the hand up to the forearm.
Roy: "Uhhh...ok?"
Longram: *Nod nod*
"How we got that brain is through a fox lady named Luna. Heard she was hired by the mafia to make the police technician literally brainless. Didn't work out her since well, her client is tried to grope her funbags. We made a deal, we get brain for some payment but since we're strapped for cash, we gave her an IOU. Not that I wanted to but it's either they or the robot cops killing us one-by-one. Finally, we rushed to the police station, football style. I scored the touchdown myself. Technician returned to normal then it fixed all the bots."
"In the end, I say we did good. As for everyone else, you might want to hear their side of the story, I only said my part of the tale."
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(@Albert) Nyaru: Okay then. But I'll wait with my verdict.
(@Bebedora) Nyaru: I'm Crawling Chaos Nyarlat- ah to hell with that, I'm Nyaru.
(@Hathor) No Name: Hm?
(@Six) No Name: Hope you've grown smarter since those days. No offense. Just dislike people subjecting themselves to more danger than they should.
Tentacles release the Novakid's hand, slithering back and turning into fingers.
(@Roy) Hastur: Then it's set.

Six: Yeah. You never do understand the value of a team until you've got someone with a machine gun covering your ass while you go act like a hero.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."