*-Sham assumes command of the army. Bolstered by the contintuing to fall from the sky, they now control around two thirds of the party.*
-Sham. "Yes, I'm afraid he might,. We cannot let him me - if that happens, the will gain control of the Implodium and Shammadium swords."
With the appearance of the spaceship and its neverending rain of s on top of that, this situation is definitely not looking up for us... Do you have a plan in mind, or a good mode of transportation, for starters?
"If we get to a telephone, I could call the and ask for their help..."
Voice: How dare you ignore me! Alright, I won't warn you about the 's plan, then.
Thoughts: Not ignoring, otherwise I would've gone back to reminiscing instead of responding. Intriguing. And how would you happen to know about this anyway? (*arrives at the pizza place and peers into the window* )
I know these things; I live in the back of peoples' heads.
(*There is someone behind the counter, fiddling with the oven controls* )
It is indeed. I've got one paper back, and it didn't go badly, which is good. Hopefully I'll get the other paper back on Thursday, at which point I can add the scores together to work out roughly what I got, though I won't know the exact grade boundaries they're using.
Oh, bravo. So do the grade boundaries change each year?
Yeah. And I'm not sure if it was a past paper or just a paper put together by the teachers for the mock, so I've no idea what the boundaries will be.
I need an accountant because Henny4315 and 𝓐𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝓕𝔬𝔲𝔯 decided they wanted to be my butlers, and somebody needs to pay them. We're at a Halloween Party in mid-November because HannashDash and I were in a group on the MBs called the Party Bosscrashers Crash-Bandicoots (ask Sweets what the name is supposed to mean; I have no idea ) who made it their mission to attend every party topic ever made and make it as active as possible for as long as possible. And no, I haven't filled it, because I am barely managing to stay active.
Well... interesting. I guess I can be your accountant if you really need me to but I'm not all that great at accounting.
I would ask her but she hasn't been online since March so I'm not sure how that would turn out. Certainly an interesting name, though.
Just give Henny and A4 an undisclosed sum of money.
Yeah, we really need her to come back and explain...
*I want to ask if they know what's inside, but I don't because HannahSmash wouldn't have to ask that*
"It's no surprise that the mods would keep their treasures well-guarded."
*It's probably something bad... *
"Yes. We were hoping you could use your smashing ability to break through that titanium casing - *he points to some exposed on the wall* - so that we can cut the wires powering the shield generator?"
Oh dear, oh dear, I should have figured it would come to this...
"Good thinking..."
*I say nothing more and start breathing heavy as I try to come up with an excuse for why I can't use my smashing ability*
...booing? *the FlameForce sheep are confused, and quite unhappy about being covered in paint*
*the sheep are alarmed, as they assumed driving beside the trees would damage the drills as well* *they call for backup, which they probably should have done a while ago*
Indeed.
*The Leprechauns are now bored, and wait for the parachutes to reach the ground*
*More green sheep jump on top of the tanks, and insert hosepipes into the holes in the armour. A few seconds later, the tanks begin to fill with fizzy lemonade*
*the sheep are bored too, and the parachutes are close now*
*she reads through it, then instructs some FlameForce sheep to set up a training course so she can test her new mech out*
Well, this was the first time an emote has been bounced around in someone's head. Which made me wonder how exactly someone's mind is physical. Then I remembered that there's two times in my story where the fight between s and s in someone's head is painful.
Though I'm still not sure how exactly one emote subdues another inside someone's head. Which is an issue since that's what this is trying to do.
*the FlameForce sheep are concerned, but Flame tells them that Hedgerow is still just celebrating*
*the attacks harder*
*It takes her a while to familiarise herself with the mech's many functions*
A very confusing subject, it would seem... Perhaps the emotes have to shrink themself in order to fit into someone's mind, and then try to grow to the size of a head to push the other emote out??
*The green sheep are also concerned*
*The starts doing spinjitzu*
*as she does this, the sheep begin setting up a course outside the party*
That would explain why it hurts.
*the FlameForce sheep, however, are trusting Flame on this*
*the is alarmed to find that it is evenly matched, and sends a call into the hivemind for another to come and help*
Alright, I won't warn you about the 
's plan, then. 
-Sham. "Yes, I'm afraid he might,. We cannot let him 
-Sham assumes command of the 
Alright, I won't warn you about the 
pie.* Yes, it is! 
I wonder what this tree's fruit would taste like in an 
) who made it their mission to attend every party topic ever made and make it as active as possible for as long as possible. And no, I haven't filled it, because I am barely managing to stay active. 
isn't sure that the ![[derp]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/YqNTPqyQUocVMYXZgUAI.png)
is even capable of thought* 
is too distracted to 
*I jump out of the way and blast explosions at it and the rest of the pizza boxes* ![[pi]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/QZx53eDTwZEhaavar6NI.png)
? ![[cook]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/XSYwdAkTEQMsodaDBxbE.png)
? I forget. 