Oh for the love of, just fire already! *presses the magic button, initiating the launch sequence*
Computer, lock cancellation, access level "Beef".
TV Tropes's No. 1 bread themed lesbian. she/her, fae/faer-Jumps onto the missle with the two tanks-
I WILL RIDE THIS PONY TOO CHINA
@Flanker: Pulling a Heel–Face Turn. Out of my way, unless you think you can contend with a fully automatic stream of hot lead.
Curse the ill fortune that led you to me.Well, we'll have to sort this out then. And keep in mind I have my own guns.
-walks over to where Plumbum is standing with arms outstretched in a friendly gesture before suddenly trying to punch him-
Rewarded as a traitor deserves.
Locking you up on radar since '09its like I'm flying in the sky, guys, flying to CHINA
I could have sworn that nuke was headed to the moon...and was being taken to a teleporter by rail rather than shot by a rocket...
...oh right, the diversion. Silly me.
edited 6th Aug '10 11:06:32 AM by Bisected8
TV Tropes's No. 1 bread themed lesbian. she/her, fae/faerow!
>Plumbum attacks Flanker with the butt of the assault rifle!
Curse the ill fortune that led you to me.Agh!
-flinches but then grabs the assault rifle with both hands before attempting to kick Plumbum away-
Locking you up on radar since '09>Plumbum fires the gun wildly during the struggle. He then attempts to kick Flanker in the groin.
Curse the ill fortune that led you to me.-hit in the groin by the kick-
Urgh... I've had worse.
-tries to dislodge the rifle from Plumbum's hands-
Locking you up on radar since '09>''When Plumbum loses the weapon, he sticks his hands up
Curse the ill fortune that led you to me.-quickly picks up the gun and moves backward-
Now, if I were a bad villain I'd stop gloating and shoot you.
But... this opportunity's too good to miss!
Locking you up on radar since '09Just shoot me, spare me the lecture.
Curse the ill fortune that led you to me.Fine. I hadn't even prepared anything in advance!
-aims the rifle at Plumbum-
Locking you up on radar since '09>Plumbum lets a small smile creep across his face.
Curse the ill fortune that led you to me.-I set up an armchair and put on a fake moustache and goatee-
Now, now, there's no reason to fight. Everybody get your negative feelings out to Dr. Arzt, eh?
you'll then have a grave in the clouds where you won't lie too crampedKeep smilin' sunshine, 'cause I'm going to blow your head off.
Now... I've only trained with one assault rifle type before... is this thing even loaded?!
-looks into the breech to check-
Locking you up on radar since '09Actually, I emptied it abous 2 minustes ago.
>Plumbum does a roundhouse kick!
Curse the ill fortune that led you to me.-takes the brunt of the blow, forcing me to drop the gun-
You sly dog...!
-goes for a gut punch-
Locking you up on radar since '09oof!
Being a mad scientist for you taught me how to stab backs. Nah, I ain't so sly, I only brought one gun.
Curse the ill fortune that led you to me.-grabs Flanker and Plumbum's heads and slams them together-
WILL YOU GUYS SHUT UP AND TALK ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS ALREADY!
you'll then have a grave in the clouds where you won't lie too crampedYow! B-but talking about my problems isn't as satisfying as kicking their asses!
Locking you up on radar since '09-hits Flaker with a roundhouse-
I DON'T CARE! THIS WILL HAVE BETTER LONG-TERM EFFECTS! NOW SIT DOWN AND TALK ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS!
you'll then have a grave in the clouds where you won't lie too crampedF-fine...
Locking you up on radar since '09
>takes out two tanks an dual-wields them
STOP OR ILL SHOOT