A night with Jimmy T.

Your name is Jimmy T., famous baron of all things funkadelic, and one groovy dude.




You are spending the night much like every night, at your world renowned discotheque, Club Sugar. Business seems a bit more slow that usual tonight, however. Only you and a few other regulars populate the shining dance floor.




Naturally, you have taken your usual spot near the far wall LIKE ANY GOOD EMPEROR OF FUNK SHOULD.

Drag in some stray animals off the street that's what you usually do to combat this as far as I can remember

Get up offa that thing, and dance 'til you feel better.

Add your own masterpiece to the fine art on yonder wall behind you.

Call up your Supafly Posse; see where all those babes and cats are tonight.

The floor's a puzzle, right? You've got to keep alternating which color you're standing on!

>Play minigames on your phone.

> Maybe the music isn't loud enough to be heard outside, and thus it isn't appealing to any passerby. Check that out.

Drag in some stray animals off the street that's what you usually do to combat this as far as I can remember

Yeah usually you'd bring in the Legendary Cat Dancers to get the party started proper, but you had your friend Spitz over the other day, and when he heard about the cat dancers, he started yelling and ranting about feline rights for a solid hour before storming off in a huff. The cat dancers sort of wandered off after that and you decided it'd be best to just leave them be.

Call up your Supafly Posse; see where all those babes and cats are tonight.

You dig out your Funk Fone and open up your address book. You are only friends with the most partytastic people, and surely one of them could get this place going. Who will you call?

TEAM KATANA.

Wario! That guy is hilarious.

All of them, you need more than one guy for a party

Mona. Pizza. 'nuff said.

SECONDING MONA!

Definitely Mona.

You got Penny Crygor's number on there, or do you have to pass through her dad for her first? If she's avaibable, totally. If not, Mona's always a blast to have around.

Mike, Anna, or the Volt Brothers are all solid options if you're looking for musical guests.

Orbulon is probably a bad idea for now; better to get more people in before you go to space. Also there's an 80% chance he'll blow up the joint, which is also better to happen when everyone'd be going home anyway.

The other 20% is the chance he'll blow up the place uninvited, so.

All of them, you need more than one guy for a party

Definitely Mona.

Mona. Pizza. 'nuff said.

Thirding Mona

SECONDING MONA!

You dial up Ms. Mona, of the locally famous Mona Pizza.
JT: HEY YO MONA WHAT IS UP MY GIRL!
M: Jimmy why do you always yell so loud over the phone?
JT: Because....i dunno, shutup.
M: Did you have a reason for calling, or is this just one of your WASSUP calls?




JT: I got some big plans for tonight, Mones. I am going to set up THE GREATEST PARTY THIS CITY HAS EVER SEEN.
M: And exactly how do you plan on doing that?
JT: I dunno yet. But i know one thing. We gon' need pizza. Lots and lots of pizza. Like a hundred pizzas.
M: Oh, well-




-KSHZZT-
PD: HELLO, THIS IS PIZZA DINOSAUR WHATCHOO WANNA EAT?
JT: Oh god dammit.

Order the pizza from this guy. Mona's got better things to do than to deliver pizza, like coming to your party!

>Quick! What's the exact opposite of a pizza, asking for that should insult him enough to get him off the line.

Or lead to him actually delivering it, but how could that possibly happen?

>"I want to eat YOUR FACE."

Yes I would like an extra extra large Pizza topped with tyrannosaur, stegosaur, brontosaur, ankylosaur, velociraptor, aaaaaaand pteranodon. I'mma need that delivered about sixty-five-million years ago kthnxbai

> "I want to eat all your self-respect, kid."

> Challenge him to a dance contest, with the prize being ownership of either the club or his Pizza Dinosaur franchise. There's no way this can go wrong because surely no one is your equal in dancing. Nope. Not at all.

Better yet, have a dance-off over the phone line. Or just order like 50 pizzas under someone else's name and address. Preferably someone you hate.