RE: The Big Damn Fight- Humanity's Only Hope!
06-19-2016, 02:07 PM
"Al'hey, so, there's like, this depthic as all ugly assface of an ennermone's business end, yeah, and he sez to us, right obvious it's a him cuz the first Merr-ded thing y'can trust a guy to fixate all over is a nice phallic bitta weppinry if y' roy'ill visayge ain't doin' ennythin fer 'im, he sez to us-"
The gravity of the entire situation hadn't quite gotten to one child, who squirmed out from behind the human shield its nursery teacher had erected against this egregiously-garbed new threat. "Are you a princess?"
"Ah'd norm'ly have yeh exercuted f'interruptin' me, but yeh can live thanks t'yer bein' smart." Peppi paused with checking herself out in a mirror, and grinned with charming, pointy teeth at the huddled toddlers. "Yeh got it in one! Dams right I'm a princess!"
The bulk of the room looked unconvinced, but fuck those guys amirite? One of the teachers managed their serious cravings for a smoko break or a nervous breakdown (teaching a pack of army brats when to sit down and shut up, clearly, didn't adequately train one for teaching a pack of army brats to sit down and shut up when an alien hit squad snuck into the civilian quarters).
"P-please leave. Or keep your voice down."
Peppi couldn't stop fidgeting with her robes, which seemed to have overridden whatever dumb awful Margot-goddery was stuffing contestants in plugsuits by wrapping Peppi up in some kind of stubbornly-flared approximation. It clung around everywhere that wasn't her legs, opting instead to go full ballgown from the waist down. Peppi detested it. "He tells us, tells me, a loada right regurgitants like I 'ent dealt with people tryina merr-der my sweet self most m'dammed life. What's tryna kill us all here, anyhow?"
The sweet, tolerable little tyke was the first to pipe up. "Aliens! My da says they bleed puh... puh....."
"Say no more." Peppi waved a magnanimous, paddle-like fin of a hand. "I trounce yeh's some ale-bein's, run 'em around til they quit bein' so rowdylike, y'can tell yeh pa what a wonderful job I done did, ah'm richly rewarded 'n everyone's happy."
And before anyone could waste their breath on unheeded arguments against such a perfect and wonderful plan, Peppi had vaulted in several easy bounds out of the darkened creche.
The gravity of the entire situation hadn't quite gotten to one child, who squirmed out from behind the human shield its nursery teacher had erected against this egregiously-garbed new threat. "Are you a princess?"
"Ah'd norm'ly have yeh exercuted f'interruptin' me, but yeh can live thanks t'yer bein' smart." Peppi paused with checking herself out in a mirror, and grinned with charming, pointy teeth at the huddled toddlers. "Yeh got it in one! Dams right I'm a princess!"
The bulk of the room looked unconvinced, but fuck those guys amirite? One of the teachers managed their serious cravings for a smoko break or a nervous breakdown (teaching a pack of army brats when to sit down and shut up, clearly, didn't adequately train one for teaching a pack of army brats to sit down and shut up when an alien hit squad snuck into the civilian quarters).
"P-please leave. Or keep your voice down."
Peppi couldn't stop fidgeting with her robes, which seemed to have overridden whatever dumb awful Margot-goddery was stuffing contestants in plugsuits by wrapping Peppi up in some kind of stubbornly-flared approximation. It clung around everywhere that wasn't her legs, opting instead to go full ballgown from the waist down. Peppi detested it. "He tells us, tells me, a loada right regurgitants like I 'ent dealt with people tryina merr-der my sweet self most m'dammed life. What's tryna kill us all here, anyhow?"
The sweet, tolerable little tyke was the first to pipe up. "Aliens! My da says they bleed puh... puh....."
"Say no more." Peppi waved a magnanimous, paddle-like fin of a hand. "I trounce yeh's some ale-bein's, run 'em around til they quit bein' so rowdylike, y'can tell yeh pa what a wonderful job I done did, ah'm richly rewarded 'n everyone's happy."
And before anyone could waste their breath on unheeded arguments against such a perfect and wonderful plan, Peppi had vaulted in several easy bounds out of the darkened creche.
peace to the unsung peace to the martyrs | i'm johnny rotten appleseed
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow