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by Living Corporations » Thu Apr 12, 2018 8:53 pm
by Wallenburg » Thu Apr 12, 2018 9:11 pm
Living Corporations wrote:“Alcohol is bad for dogs,” said LaPointe as WebVid gawked at the giant bat monster. “And I’m almost certain that dogs don’t generally talk at all, much less talk in that ridiculous faux-cutesy way.”
by Ferret Civilization » Fri Apr 13, 2018 10:51 pm
Giant Bats wrote:"Why would you want to drink protein-rich fatty sweat of a species not your own?" Ikiti asked, looming behind the curiously-shaped creature. She was unfortunately a natural at looming, thanks to her size and tendency to lack respect for personal boundaries.
by Herby » Sat Apr 14, 2018 12:40 pm
WA Kitty Kops wrote:Herby wrote:Mmmm.... mmmm.... ¡Mi Papa! ¿Qué haces, Manny? Hace tiempo que no nos vemos. Und Vater Schtefan! Wenn ist das Nunstück geht und Slotermeyer? Ja!
"Is you okays, Rumbly Car?" the Chief Insphekshuuner asked. He still wasn't sure if the car's mind was properly awake, so he crouched down on the bar counter, watching Herby, curling his tail to his side. It was definitely safer there than on the floor.
by Whovian Tardisia » Sun Apr 15, 2018 3:30 pm
Ferret Civilization wrote:Giant Bats wrote:"Why would you want to drink protein-rich fatty sweat of a species not your own?" Ikiti asked, looming behind the curiously-shaped creature. She was unfortunately a natural at looming, thanks to her size and tendency to lack respect for personal boundaries.
Before Jack even got a chance to reply it seemed like that the two of them were joined by another guest, so Furettium turned himself around to face the rest of the bar and lean back on the counter to get a good position to look at the new creature to him. It certainly was no Hotak es-Neros, the Ferret would enjoy being able to talk to him again. Though getting to the question presented, "I like the taste... Sweat?" Wad Ari and Ahume seemed to have only part way explained just where on the cow creature that this kind of milk came from. "Huh." He took another drink without much hesitation.
Herby wrote:... Stefan, Manny, these are ehhhhhh. Ehhhhh. Okay a talking cat, a punky gal, a dude with a noisy screwdriver ehhhh uh oh I was wrong, I ain’t fine, I got memory errors in sectors AA00 through AAFF and in B000 through Beeeeeep.
by Pilipinas and Malaya » Mon Apr 16, 2018 6:45 am
by Disembodied Voice » Mon Apr 16, 2018 8:49 am
Whovian Tardisia wrote:"Locating..." she said, still blankly staring. "Directory found. Downloading relevant files..." In preparation for the next step, she raised the screwdriver, pointing it directly at the Volkwagen.
by Imperial Polk County » Wed Apr 18, 2018 2:52 am
Whovian Tardisia wrote:As the beep began to drone, Pink came running out of the box, screwdriver whistling as he tried to run diagnostics on Herby's systems.
"Paranoid little... deadlock sealed... oh no..." He lowered his device. But then it hit him. "The database! Then at least..."
"Ambassadorial Directory, right?" queried the nearby hologram as she set down the liquor.
"Yes, of course." Pink replied, tossing her the screwdriver.
She stood completely still for a moment, staring off into the distance as Pink set back to rummaging for cables.
"Locating..." she said, still blankly staring. "Directory found. Downloading relevant files..." In preparation for the next step, she raised the screwdriver, pointing it directly at the Volkwagen.
by Skylus » Wed Apr 18, 2018 4:02 am
by Wallenburg » Tue Apr 24, 2018 4:09 pm
by Whovian Tardisia » Tue Apr 24, 2018 4:33 pm
Skylus wrote:"What the hell are you wearing?!"
by Malayan Singapura » Sat May 12, 2018 7:05 am
by Herby » Sat May 12, 2018 9:42 am
by Sierra Lyricalia » Wed May 16, 2018 10:44 am
Cheer up, mate, at least you didn't put on a porn track! Some shitfaced arsehole did that once and they took *me* to get spayed for it, the bastards.
And if you ever hit me like that again I swear to god I'll play Journey and Spice Girls every single time you walk in here, see if I don't!
by Living Corporations » Sun May 20, 2018 7:46 pm
Malayan Singapura wrote:This is the story of a man named Justin. A man more watered down than mud. He had some good times climbing up. But one tumble made him fell deeper and deeper into a never ending loop of disparity. Each step he took, it seemed it went two steps backwards. Down on his luck, he wandered here, the only bar that might accept him and give him service.
He barges through the door, slams an ID & some money.
"I'd like 20 shots of the strongest thing you got barkeep. Keep the change as a tip."
by Whovian Tardisia » Thu May 24, 2018 8:37 pm
by Ferret Civilization » Fri May 25, 2018 1:05 pm
by Glaeschland » Fri May 25, 2018 7:01 pm
WA Kitty Kops wrote:"Okay, what's your tubehead dog doing? I's not gonna let it sniff my butt." - Chief Inshpekshuuner
by Herby » Sat May 26, 2018 6:48 am
by Sierra Lyricalia » Sun May 27, 2018 9:32 am
Herby wrote:<snip>
by Glaeschland » Sun May 27, 2018 9:44 am
WA Kitty Kops wrote:"Okay, what's your tubehead dog doing? I's not gonna let it sniff my butt." - Chief Inshpekshuuner
by Living Corporations » Sun May 27, 2018 10:13 am
Glaeschland wrote:Jonathan mumbles about the incredulity of his nation forgetting what its flag looked like, his head in his hands.
by Glaeschland » Sun May 27, 2018 11:05 am
WA Kitty Kops wrote:"Okay, what's your tubehead dog doing? I's not gonna let it sniff my butt." - Chief Inshpekshuuner
by Living Corporations » Sun May 27, 2018 6:19 pm
Glaeschland wrote:Jonathan suddenly nearly leaps for joy, his nation's flag having popped into his head all of the sudden, and he designs it and sends it to the president.
"I can't believe I remembered it!"
He gets up and prances to the bar and orders a 70-30 blend of whiskey-vodka.
While he waits, he turns to LaPointe, seeing what may be a patch on the diplomat's sleeve. "You know, it isn't that bad." he remarks, smiling warmly. His ARP, still functioning, chirps and twitters electronically, seeming to agree.
by Glaeschland » Sun May 27, 2018 7:44 pm
Living Corporations wrote:Glaeschland wrote:Jonathan suddenly nearly leaps for joy, his nation's flag having popped into his head all of the sudden, and he designs it and sends it to the president.
"I can't believe I remembered it!"
He gets up and prances to the bar and orders a 70-30 blend of whiskey-vodka.
While he waits, he turns to LaPointe, seeing what may be a patch on the diplomat's sleeve. "You know, it isn't that bad." he remarks, smiling warmly. His ARP, still functioning, chirps and twitters electronically, seeming to agree.
((As of now, WebVid is now CyberVid. WebVid has always been CyberVid, but I am dumb and have been typing in the wrong corporate name this entire time))
"Oh no, it's awful. I mean, _look_ at it!" LaPointe gently touches the patch, which in a flash of light rips itself off her sleeve and expands to the size of a dinner plate. "CyberVid chose to sign her name with Comic Sans," she says, tapping the offending square. "Completely unprofessional."
Next to her, CyberVid rolls her eyes.
WA Kitty Kops wrote:"Okay, what's your tubehead dog doing? I's not gonna let it sniff my butt." - Chief Inshpekshuuner
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