"Oh, he died? Eff. Didn't know the guy but whatever." [Cutbug looks out the window, a little nervous about what's going on.] "I hope the lightning's not too bad. I have a bit of a lightning... phobos. Is that what you call it? Phobos?"
A plague has consumed the town, summoning Pestilence, Horseman of the Apocalypse!"He left...everything!"
Tropes can hardly contain his excitement. As if to emphasise this he gets up and stands on a nearby coffee table.
"His entire fortune went to the state! It's wonderful, a week ago I was considering putting an 'out of business' sign on city hall, but now we're flushed with cash!"
"Anyway, the reason I'm telling you this is because now I've got all this new infrastructure to design, and I have no idea how to go about it. But you're good at building stuff, could you help me out?"
"How are your contractions, Mrs. Prefect?"
"They're five minutes apart."
"...oh, dear. Let's examine you real quick!"
"In front of everyone?!"
(Garfunkel puts a pair of glasses on and presses a button. Purple lasers come out of the lenses and gently scans over Chey. The scan results were then printed out of a special compartment of Garfunkel's. He picks it up and reads it.)
"Six centimeters! You're no longer in early labor. You're in plain old active labor."
".......FORD! CUSTARD! AVIE! SOMEONE!"
"I'm right here, don't panic..."
(Cue a ferocious thunderclap. Chey screams in fear.)
"The storm certainty ain't helping matters!"
Knife slowly processes what Tropes has said. And suddenly, her eyes dilate as she grabs a nearby map of Tropesburg and a red pen.
"Alright, so first thing's first, we definitely need a bridge here. I'm so sick of having to walk around all those street clowns. Shit, wait, let me get my computer!"
She runs to her room, and pulls out a desk with a desktop computer on it running Auto CAD software. "Hell yeah! Designing time!"
and the public won't dwell on my transmission cause it wasn't televised.[Cutbug screeches after the thunderclap.] "AAAAGH, I shouldn't have jinxed it! Tsung damn it!!" [They quickly hide underneath a coffee table.] "Sorry, Chey, wish I could help you but I've got bigger problems to worry about! Namely, getting struck by lightning!"
A plague has consumed the town, summoning Pestilence, Horseman of the Apocalypse!Tropes walks over to Knife and looks eagerly on the computer screen.
"I've been using Lego up to this point, but this works too."
He pulls a small notebook out of his pocket and looks over a list inside it.
"Now...the first thing we need is a children's hospital."
Edited by TropesForever on Aug 24th 2020 at 11:44:04 PM
“There’s A St. Judes 10 miles north.“
Ok bitch it's Weezer and it's Weezy"Well yeah, 39% of one."
"Hmmm... Hey, are y'all open to suggestions?"
"My light shall be the moon, and my path the ocean, my guide the morning star as I sail home to you....""Got it!" Knife begins to design a very threatening looking building: a spiky pyramid with a caduceus consisting of a giant, animatronic snake around a stick. Balloons are tied onto it. "Here's a first draft! It makes sure the kidnappers won't try to steal the sick kids. Plus, some child appeal with the balloons."
Edited by MadameButterflyKnife on Aug 24th 2020 at 9:50:13 AM
and the public won't dwell on my transmission cause it wasn't televised.Bob sits down in his chair and leans back, putting his hood up over his eyes and eventually falling asleep.
Enough death. Enough life."Needs more pastel colors and bunnies that look like they came out of an American Greetings card on the inside.. what do you mean kid's hospitals don't look like that anymore?"
Hey how you doing well I'm doing just fine I lied I'm dying insideTropes grins.
"Ooh, I like a lot of these ideas...I have to say I'm unsure about one thing though..."
"Pyramids are kind of an intimidating shape. How about a spiky cone?"
"I hear you both!" Now, the building presented is a pastel blue spiky cone with an animatronic snake with glowing eyes hovering over the entrance. "Looks good! What else do you need?"
and the public won't dwell on my transmission cause it wasn't televised."Perfect!"
Tropes ticks the first item from his list.
"Now...can we do a public pool?"
"Ooh, can we finally get a Dairy Queen in this town?"
"My light shall be the moon, and my path the ocean, my guide the morning star as I sail home to you....""A Dairy Queen?..."
Tropes is deep in thought for a couple seconds.
"I think they're called cows, Chey, and we already have plenty of them."
Edited by TropesForever on Aug 25th 2020 at 12:02:59 AM
"Don't we already have one? Granted, it's labeled "Radioactive Wasterwater: DO NOT SWIM", but still?"
Despite her reservations, Knife begins to design a public pool designed with a bunch of electric devices built into it. It gives the pool a cool glowing design. There are also a set of high dives ranging from 1 to 100 meters high.
She faces Chey. "You know, I've actually never had Dairy Queen before. What's it like?"
and the public won't dwell on my transmission cause it wasn't televised."It's where you go get ice cream. Loads of ice cream. It'd make a nice and profitable addition to our town. Sure, it may anger independently owned ice cream shops but oh, well."
Edited by EeveeGirlChey on Aug 24th 2020 at 9:08:19 AM
"My light shall be the moon, and my path the ocean, my guide the morning star as I sail home to you....""Can the hospital just be covered in Annoying Orange merch?"
"Oh? I fully endorse it, let's try it at once!" Tropes says to Chey.
Edited by TropesForever on Aug 25th 2020 at 12:09:13 AM
"Far out! Hey, where's Avie at today? Oh, smeg, I hope she ain't out somewhere with this storm blowing around..."
"My light shall be the moon, and my path the ocean, my guide the morning star as I sail home to you....""She's in my heart."
"Avie's probably still in this state. Saw her a few hours ago. She couldnt've gone far. Anyways, here's my Dairy Queen design!" A giant metal cow pouring ice cream out of it's mouth can now be seen on the screen.
and the public won't dwell on my transmission cause it wasn't televised.
"What did he leave for you? And Playing, before you say anything, nobody in this apartment has anything of enough value to be worth inheriting."
and the public won't dwell on my transmission cause it wasn't televised.