splendad | (no subject)

I don't have to take orders from you.

By seniority, I outrank you here. Shape up or ship out!

Don't just use military language at me and expect me to fall in line. I may be a kiss ass, but the ass I kiss doesn't belong to you!

Man, I'm glad Donut wasn't here to hear that.

heh.

What in the fuck are you supposed to be?

NO! Who told you to bother him? Leave him alone! You don't know what he's capable of!

So, let me get this straight. You called us here, us being you, me, and this juggalo clown shithead, but you don't want to mess with the clown...

So you really just called me here to be all superior around me? *sigh*

Well... I can't deny that but there's something more important to address--

Ow! The back of my head!

Well, it's too late now.

Announcement: Attention meatbags, by show of superior firepower the leadership of this roleplaying party now belongs rightly to me. Any objections?

I- I wasn't using it a-anyway.

What? Where'd that clown go? And who shot me?

Answer: The only clowns here are the two meatbags in front of me. I will admit to registering what sounds like a horn of some sort, but equating the two would be ridiculous.

[shoots again]

...was that supposed to do something?

Shock: I seem to have had my repeating blaster replaced by some sort of primitive club. It is possibly a bowling pin, based on shape and weight.

Explanation: This truly defies explanation.

Assessment: Regardless, my show of force will continue.

[is now beating you with a bowling pin]

Ow, my everything! How. Are. You. Hurting. Me. So. Much.

Bemused Explanation: I am of course, an assassination droid and by nature know how to assess and attack the weak points of what I must admit is a fairly advanced piece of technological armor. I cannot discredit your choice of equipment, but alas, this does not stop your insides from being so disgustingly wet and squishy.

Frankly, I'm surprised you're still awake. Most meatbags would have passed out by now.

Correction: It seems you HAVE passed out after all. This victory is mine.

Pyrrhic Victory: I was able to make a show of force, and conclude negotiations. I just had to not kill the two useless meatbags who are now under my command.

Rhetorical Question: Who knows, perhaps they will be useful one day.

Actual Question: Am I the only one that hears that honking in the distance? It is beginning to irritate my audio sensors.