and if that doesn't work -- I'll sic Kratark on him.
*Falls flat on my face*
I am in the presence of the combat master.
Wha- oh, I wouldn't say that. I may be able to teleport. And I may be invincible. And I may know a few guard stances... with a weapon I don't use. And I may have the power to expertly manipulate all forms of electricity. And I may have super speed that would put Sonic the Hedgehog to shame. But I'm not the combat master per se.
Wha- oh, I wouldn't say that. I may be able to teleport. And I may be invincible. And I may know a few guard stances... with a weapon I don't use. And I may have the power to expertly manipulate all forms of electricity. And I may have super speed that would put Sonic the Hedgehog to shame. But I'm not the combat master per se.
*gets up* You're right.
*falls flat on face again* I am in the presence of a GOD!
Post by Halen And Tillie on Feb 16, 2018 21:17:30 GMT
It is time to start the show!
[Narrator]
Once upon a time... oh wait, I am not fond of that beginning... Oh! I got it...
It was a dark and stormy night... boy am I lame... nevermind, let's just start.
Once there was a Minifig by the name of Halen. He was a shy fellow who did not like to leave the comforts of home. He just liked to relaxe by his grand fireplace and sip english tea, with a side of scones.
[ Halen ]
I'm not brittish. So...
[Narrator]
And your point? Don't answer, it was a retorical question. This is my story and if I want you to be brittish, you're gonna be brittish!
[ Halen ]
*A bus crashes into the wall destroying the fireplace*
[Halen]
Well that's quite inconvinient.
( Okay, now that you kind of get an idea of how this is supposed to go, you can join in anytime! )
Once upon a time... oh wait, I am not fond of that beginning... Oh! I got it...
It was a dark and stormy night... boy am I lame... nevermind, let's just start.
Once there was a Minifig by the name of Halen. He was a shy fellow who did not like to leave the comforts of home. He just liked to relaxe by his grand fireplace and sip english tea, with a side of scones.
[ Halen ]
I'm not brittish. So...
[Narrator]
And your point? Don't answer, it was a retorical question. This is my story and if I want you to be brittish, you're gonna be brittish!
[ Halen ]
*A bus crashes into the wall destroying the fireplace*
[Halen]
Well that's quite inconvinient.
( Okay, now that you kind of get an idea of how this is supposed to go, you can join in anytime! )
Once upon a time... oh wait, I am not fond of that beginning... Oh! I got it...
It was a dark and stormy night... boy am I lame... nevermind, let's just start.
Once there was a Minifig by the name of Halen. He was a shy fellow who did not like to leave the comforts of home. He just liked to relaxe by his grand fireplace and sip english tea, with a side of scones.
[ Halen ]
I'm not brittish. So...
[Narrator]
And your point? Don't answer, it was a retorical question. This is my story and if I want you to be brittish, you're gonna be brittish!
[ Halen ]
*A bus crashes into the wall destroying the fireplace*
[Halen]
Well that's quite inconvinient.
( Okay, now that you kind of get an idea of how this is supposed to go, you can join in anytime! )
An armored being comes out of the bus, holding a small bird-cage in one hand, and a long spear in the other. The armored being approaches Halen, an opaque helmet hiding the expression on his face. "I'd like to complain about this parrot." it said, small sparks of lightning appearing on different parts of its metal-plated body.
"Why are you bringing this up to me?" asked Halen, "I didn't sell you this parrot!"
"That's not the point!" insisted the armored being, "I want to complain about it!"
"What for?"
"It's dead."
Upon hearing this, Halen could not help but get involved. She peered inside the cage, and lo: an unmoving parrot stood perched on an artificial branch inside the cage, the floor of which was surprisingly spotless, especially considering it's a bird cage. "Could it... could it be pining for the fjords?" she asked, sincerely hoping the parrot was not actually dead.
"Let me check." replied the armored being before vanishing in a roar of thunder, and reappearing a few seconds later in the same way. "I brought it to the fjords, and even when I let it out of its cage and literally shooed it, it would not budge."
"Maybe he's just one of those really peaceful birds that don't fly away?"
"Make no mistake. THIS IS AN EX-PARROT. IT HAS CEASED TO BE!!!" he then proceeded to grab the parrot by the legs and smack it lightly against a counter. Still no movement. "SEE?!"
"What if it's a stuffed parrot?"
"That still doesn't mean it isn't dead you know."
"Oh yeah... huh."
There was a long silence, before a burning question suddenly came to Halen's mind.
"You feel better now?"
"I most certainly do!"
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to go back to that parrot shop, and ram my hover-car straight through it!"
It was at this point that a hover-car pulled up in front of the armored being, and he climbed inside, and rushed off into the broad daylight, going several figures above any sort of 'reasonable' speed limit.
A few minutes passed, but then: Halen had made a most horrifying realization.
"I NEVER GOT THAT GUY'S INSURANCE INFORMATION!!!!!"
Once upon a time... oh wait, I am not fond of that beginning... Oh! I got it...
It was a dark and stormy night... boy am I lame... nevermind, let's just start.
Once there was a Minifig by the name of Halen. He was a shy fellow who did not like to leave the comforts of home. He just liked to relaxe by his grand fireplace and sip english tea, with a side of scones.
[ Halen ]
I'm not brittish. So...
[Narrator]
And your point? Don't answer, it was a retorical question. This is my story and if I want you to be brittish, you're gonna be brittish!
[ Halen ]
*A bus crashes into the wall destroying the fireplace*
[Halen]
Well that's quite inconvinient.
( Okay, now that you kind of get an idea of how this is supposed to go, you can join in anytime! )
An armored being comes out of the bus, holding a small bird-cage in one hand, and a long spear in the other. The armored being approaches Halen, an opaque helmet hiding the expression on his face. "I'd like to complain about this parrot." it said, small sparks of lightning appearing on different parts of its metal-plated body.
"Why are you bringing this up to me?" asked Halen, "I didn't sell you this parrot!"
"That's not the point!" insisted the armored being, "I want to complain about it!"
"What for?"
"It's dead."
Upon hearing this, Halen could not help but get involved. She peered inside the cage, and lo: an unmoving parrot stood perched on an artificial branch inside the cage, the floor of which was surprisingly spotless, especially considering it's a bird cage. "Could it... could it be pining for the fjords?" she asked, sincerely hoping the parrot was not actually dead.
"Let me check." replied the armored being before vanishing in a roar of thunder, and reappearing a few seconds later in the same way. "I brought it to the fjords, and even when I let it out of its cage and literally shooed it, it would not budge."
"Maybe he's just one of those really peaceful birds that don't fly away?"
"Make no mistake. THIS IS AN EX-PARROT. IT HAS CEASED TO BE!!!" he then proceeded to grab the parrot by the legs and smack it lightly against a counter. Still no movement. "SEE?!"
"What if it's a stuffed parrot?"
"That still doesn't mean it isn't dead you know."
"Oh yeah... huh."
There was a long silence, before a burning question suddenly came to Halen's mind.
"You feel better now?"
"I most certainly do!"
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to go back to that parrot shop, and ram my hover-car straight through it!"
It was at this point that a hover-car pulled up in front of the armored being, and he climbed inside, and rushed off into the broad daylight, going several figures above any sort of 'reasonable' speed limit.
A few minutes passed, but then: Halen had made a most horrifying realization.
"I NEVER GOT THAT GUY'S INSURANCE INFORMATION!!!!!"
Once upon a time... oh wait, I am not fond of that beginning... Oh! I got it...
It was a dark and stormy night... boy am I lame... nevermind, let's just start.
Once there was a Minifig by the name of Halen. He was a shy fellow who did not like to leave the comforts of home. He just liked to relaxe by his grand fireplace and sip english tea, with a side of scones.
[ Halen ]
I'm not brittish. So...
[Narrator]
And your point? Don't answer, it was a retorical question. This is my story and if I want you to be brittish, you're gonna be brittish!
[ Halen ]
*A bus crashes into the wall destroying the fireplace*
[Halen]
Well that's quite inconvinient.
( Okay, now that you kind of get an idea of how this is supposed to go, you can join in anytime! )
*Throws confetti* FANTABULOUS! *Claps* And very hilarious.
Once upon a time... oh wait, I am not fond of that beginning... Oh! I got it...
It was a dark and stormy night... boy am I lame... nevermind, let's just start.
Once there was a Minifig by the name of Halen. He was a shy fellow who did not like to leave the comforts of home. He just liked to relaxe by his grand fireplace and sip english tea, with a side of scones.
[ Halen ]
I'm not brittish. So...
[Narrator]
And your point? Don't answer, it was a retorical question. This is my story and if I want you to be brittish, you're gonna be brittish!
[ Halen ]
*A bus crashes into the wall destroying the fireplace*
[Halen]
Well that's quite inconvinient.
( Okay, now that you kind of get an idea of how this is supposed to go, you can join in anytime! )
An armored being comes out of the bus, holding a small bird-cage in one hand, and a long spear in the other. The armored being approaches Halen, an opaque helmet hiding the expression on his face. "I'd like to complain about this parrot." it said, small sparks of lightning appearing on different parts of its metal-plated body.
"Why are you bringing this up to me?" asked Halen, "I didn't sell you this parrot!"
"That's not the point!" insisted the armored being, "I want to complain about it!"
"What for?"
"It's dead."
Upon hearing this, Halen could not help but get involved. She peered inside the cage, and lo: an unmoving parrot stood perched on an artificial branch inside the cage, the floor of which was surprisingly spotless, especially considering it's a bird cage. "Could it... could it be pining for the fjords?" she asked, sincerely hoping the parrot was not actually dead.
"Let me check." replied the armored being before vanishing in a roar of thunder, and reappearing a few seconds later in the same way. "I brought it to the fjords, and even when I let it out of its cage and literally shooed it, it would not budge."
"Maybe he's just one of those really peaceful birds that don't fly away?"
"Make no mistake. THIS IS AN EX-PARROT. IT HAS CEASED TO BE!!!" he then proceeded to grab the parrot by the legs and smack it lightly against a counter. Still no movement. "SEE?!"
"What if it's a stuffed parrot?"
"That still doesn't mean it isn't dead you know."
"Oh yeah... huh."
There was a long silence, before a burning question suddenly came to Halen's mind.
"You feel better now?"
"I most certainly do!"
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to go back to that parrot shop, and ram my hover-car straight through it!"
It was at this point that a hover-car pulled up in front of the armored being, and he climbed inside, and rushed off into the broad daylight, going several figures above any sort of 'reasonable' speed limit.
A few minutes passed, but then: Halen had made a most horrifying realization.
"I NEVER GOT THAT GUY'S INSURANCE INFORMATION!!!!!"
A weird looking thingy wearing a sweet looking bowtie stumbles awkwardly out of the bus. Leaning against a wall to steady herself. Halen: GASP Jay? Are you ok? Did you hurt yourself in the crash? Jay: No I get motion sickness. Halen: Oh ok then. *Goes back to raging about never finding that guy's insurance information* Jay: I'm going to throw up everywhere. help me Halen: NO MY CARPETS!
5 SECONDS LATER.
Halen: Feeling better? Jay: I was until you gave me this gross liquid. Halen: I didn't give you my tea. Jay: *Slurps it* It's mien now. Halen: ...
An armored being comes out of the bus, holding a small bird-cage in one hand, and a long spear in the other. The armored being approaches Halen, an opaque helmet hiding the expression on his face. "I'd like to complain about this parrot." it said, small sparks of lightning appearing on different parts of its metal-plated body.
"Why are you bringing this up to me?" asked Halen, "I didn't sell you this parrot!"
"That's not the point!" insisted the armored being, "I want to complain about it!"
"What for?"
"It's dead."
Upon hearing this, Halen could not help but get involved. She peered inside the cage, and lo: an unmoving parrot stood perched on an artificial branch inside the cage, the floor of which was surprisingly spotless, especially considering it's a bird cage. "Could it... could it be pining for the fjords?" she asked, sincerely hoping the parrot was not actually dead.
"Let me check." replied the armored being before vanishing in a roar of thunder, and reappearing a few seconds later in the same way. "I brought it to the fjords, and even when I let it out of its cage and literally shooed it, it would not budge."
"Maybe he's just one of those really peaceful birds that don't fly away?"
"Make no mistake. THIS IS AN EX-PARROT. IT HAS CEASED TO BE!!!" he then proceeded to grab the parrot by the legs and smack it lightly against a counter. Still no movement. "SEE?!"
"What if it's a stuffed parrot?"
"That still doesn't mean it isn't dead you know."
"Oh yeah... huh."
There was a long silence, before a burning question suddenly came to Halen's mind.
"You feel better now?"
"I most certainly do!"
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to go back to that parrot shop, and ram my hover-car straight through it!"
It was at this point that a hover-car pulled up in front of the armored being, and he climbed inside, and rushed off into the broad daylight, going several figures above any sort of 'reasonable' speed limit.
A few minutes passed, but then: Halen had made a most horrifying realization.
"I NEVER GOT THAT GUY'S INSURANCE INFORMATION!!!!!"
An armored being comes out of the bus, holding a small bird-cage in one hand, and a long spear in the other. The armored being approaches Halen, an opaque helmet hiding the expression on his face. "I'd like to complain about this parrot." it said, small sparks of lightning appearing on different parts of its metal-plated body.
"Why are you bringing this up to me?" asked Halen, "I didn't sell you this parrot!"
"That's not the point!" insisted the armored being, "I want to complain about it!"
"What for?"
"It's dead."
Upon hearing this, Halen could not help but get involved. She peered inside the cage, and lo: an unmoving parrot stood perched on an artificial branch inside the cage, the floor of which was surprisingly spotless, especially considering it's a bird cage. "Could it... could it be pining for the fjords?" she asked, sincerely hoping the parrot was not actually dead.
"Let me check." replied the armored being before vanishing in a roar of thunder, and reappearing a few seconds later in the same way. "I brought it to the fjords, and even when I let it out of its cage and literally shooed it, it would not budge."
"Maybe he's just one of those really peaceful birds that don't fly away?"
"Make no mistake. THIS IS AN EX-PARROT. IT HAS CEASED TO BE!!!" he then proceeded to grab the parrot by the legs and smack it lightly against a counter. Still no movement. "SEE?!"
"What if it's a stuffed parrot?"
"That still doesn't mean it isn't dead you know."
"Oh yeah... huh."
There was a long silence, before a burning question suddenly came to Halen's mind.
"You feel better now?"
"I most certainly do!"
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to go back to that parrot shop, and ram my hover-car straight through it!"
It was at this point that a hover-car pulled up in front of the armored being, and he climbed inside, and rushed off into the broad daylight, going several figures above any sort of 'reasonable' speed limit.
A few minutes passed, but then: Halen had made a most horrifying realization.
"I NEVER GOT THAT GUY'S INSURANCE INFORMATION!!!!!"
A weird looking thingy wearing a sweet looking bowtie stumbles awkwardly out of the bus. Leaning against a wall to steady herself. Halen: GASP Jay? Are you ok? Did you hurt yourself in the crash? Jay: No I get motion sickness. Halen: Oh ok then. *Goes back to raging about never finding that guy's insurance information* Jay: I'm going to throw up everywhere. help me Halen: NO MY CARPETS!
5 SECONDS LATER.
Halen: Feeling better? Jay: I was until you gave me this gross liquid. Halen: I didn't give you my tea. Jay: *Slurps it* It's mien now. Halen: ...
WELP that's all I've got.
A man in a late 20th century British police uniform barges in to the house, kicking down the front door.
"RIGHT! THIS IS THE TEA POLICE! NOBODY MOVE OR I SHALL BEAT YOU WITH MY TRUNCHEON!" he shouted.
"Um, officer, that is a club." Said Halen, pointing to the small, thin, black rod that the policeman was holding.
"Rubbish! It's a truncheon!" He asserted.
"Sir..." repeated Halen, "It's a club."
"ROIGHT! THAT'S IT! YOU'RE UNDER ARREST FOR HATE SPEECH!" Screamed the officer, almost blue in the face.
"What?! I would never-" Protested Halen.
"You did."
"How?!"
"By grossly over-generalizing the terms used for naming an inanimate object! You sir, are RACIST against truncheons!"
"I honestly didn't know such a word existed!"
"Well you MUST'VE known it was a truncheon, I was calling it one!"
"I'm just gonna... go..." Said Jay, taking Halen's tea with him. The officer saw this however, and threw a net over the miscreant before he could get away.
"I'll deal with you in a bit you peasant! ROIGHT then! Tell me, ignorant one, what exactly in God's name would possess you to say that what I'm holding here is a 'club' and not a truncheon, especially given that you didn't even know what a truncheon was?!"
"I just thought-"
"YOU THOUGHT NOTHING. ROIGHT THEN! You are charged with hate speech, blatant ignorance, wasting an officer's time, and with resisting arrest!" Said the officer to Halen.
"AND YOU!" he said, looking in Jay's direction. "You're under arrest for attempted tea theft!"
"Well I wasn't expecting the Spanish Inquisition!" commented Jay.
Just then, a trio of red-clad mustachioed men barged in, and yelled, "NO ONE EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISITION!"
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Fantabulous writing fren. 