YOU GONNA GET OAK'D.
Fwomph
-Listens in-
Oh my...
-Let's out bird-type-
To Goldenrod City!
-Bird-type uses Fly!-
edited 19th Sep '10 10:03:25 PM by Pentigan
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
Of Dreams!
KsHHHHHHHHHHHÞ!
Fawret: -s the signal in order again yet?
Tropius 128: Yep! It looked paralyzed, so I used Aromatherapy! And all the Zigzagoon have taken off for great justice!
Fawret: Wait, what. I think that punch in the face gave you more than a black eye there, buddy.
Tropius 128: I still haven't figured that out... licking the Thing back was supposed to turn my tongue blue, not my eye black...
Fawret: See, if you spent your time usefully like me, you could avoid the painful sort of science! I was off rescuing the A Unown from that flying urn!
Tropius 128: Oh! Good! It must be feeling so relieved right now!
Fawret: I dunno.
Tropius 128: Why? What's wrong?
Fawret: It just seems to keep screaming.
Unown: AAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Tropius 128: Poor fellow... still, in think I did a good job for a five minute snack break.
Fawret: True, true. [stares thoughtfully into the distance for a moment]
Tropius 128: It certainly felt longer, though. We've been sluggish, lately, like a turtle.
Fawret: That sounds like a segue if I ever heard one! Onwards to new abominations!
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Fawret: Have you peaked ahead?! Naughty boy!
Tropius 128: Aw, but look at the guy! Reminds me of an exchange student our flock had from the EAC.
Fawret: I don't know what that is, but to me, that looks like one bad boy. It's like he's gonna explode when you throw 'im at someone!
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Fawret: ... And this guy's gonna eat you, then puke out critters like the former one to decimate his foes. Holy bananas.
Tropius 128: You want one?
Fawret: Two in my garden on each side of the gate to ward off the freaking marines? Why the hell not.
Tropius 128: Banana, I meant.
Fawret: Maybe later, honey.
Tropius 128: (Did he just imply I had hives?)
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Tropius 128: Colorful fella. Seems to have a bit of an acne problem, though.
Fawret: Ah, Toucan Sam hasn't had his cereals yet.
Tropius 128: Oh, dear. I know! I found a map on the back of my Froot Loops box this morning. Maybe it'll point him the right way?
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Fawret: 128, son, look deep into your heart. Be honest with me. Does this image... scare you? Like a sort of primal fear, if you will?
Tropius 128: Hmm... [squint] ...nope!
Fawret: Welp, I tried! I guess you do only look like a dinosaur.
Tropius 128: Aaahhhh!!
Fawret: Aaaahh!!
Tropius 128: Ib bit myb noseb!
Fawret: Oh.
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Tropius 128: Wellb hellob, dere. Idb like a tissue, yesb, bbut not from youb.
Fawret: Oh, but how convenient!
It comes with its own trash bag! [tosses the picture aside]
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Fawret: ...
You know, I knew an old lady once...
Tropius 128: [dabs nose with napkin] Another story?
Fawret: ... actually, nevermind.
Morning TV.
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Fawret: Why hello there, handsome!
Tropius 128: WE MADE IT IN! WOO!
Fawret: You're right, getting a paint job does help! Not sure what you did, though... Did you get a haircut? Err. Did you get hair?
Tropius 128: I... sure! Why not!
POOOOOF!
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Fawret: Wha-
Laaaaaaaaame!
Tropius 128: Aww...
Fawret: And how come you were portrayed by the handsome one while I got the cartoon plushbag! That's sizeism! I oughta get y'all sued!
Tropius 128: ...and he has hands, too.
Fawret: Speaking of which, hand me those cards. [grab]
Giga Impact!
[toss]
edited 21st Sep '10 12:51:22 PM by GreenTeam
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Tropius 128: Oh, good, another fluffy one!
Fawret: Aah, this reminds me of simpler times... just look at 'im, like he's balancing on the curb... ah...
Where's that bottle of vodka when you need it...
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Fawret: Ah, see, when I was little, I wanted to turn into a whirlwind, too. Fly, and be free...
Tropius 128: I'd just, you know, fly.
Fawret: And rain death and destruction on all who talk back to me...
Tropius 128: What did you say?
Fawret: AND FIND THE LAND BEHIND THE RAINBOW or something.
Tropius 128: Oh, yeah. I did that once.
It's kinda overhyped, really.
Fawret: ... Let's just move on before I do something.
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Fawret: On second thought, I still might.'
Tropius 128: Is she... a blueberry?
Fawret: A blueberry and a bee that didn't fully understand the concept of "pollination".
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Tropius 128: Aww... she's developed a bit of cloudy disposition, there...
Fawret: Eh, I wouldn't count on it. A girl like that, she's probably in it for the ribbons. It's always the ribbons.
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Fawret: The ribbons, I tell you. This lady ain't contracting any status ailments anytime soon, that's for sure.
Tropius 128: I once tried to get a ribbon. Entered one of those contests.
Fawret: How'd it go?
Tropius 128: I ran out of fruit during a peels round.
Fawret: Must've driven the judges bana... err, batshit.
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Tropius 128: Cute... but... I want to drink her.
Fawret: Don't do it, a spunky electric Digimon will come and attack you. I think we took a wrong turn somewhere.
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Fawret: It's... it's saying "mama", isn't it.
Tropius 128: Aw... C'mere, I'll give you a hug! ...but I don't think I'm your mama...
Fawret: You don't think it.
Tropius 128: I hope it hasn't imprinted on me or anything...
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Tropius 128: Gah! You know, there is a time when the young must leave the nest...
Fawret: That time is commonly accepted to be when their hugs become mortal grasps that drain the life force right out of your mortal coil.
Tropius 128: [sniff] They grow up so fast...
Fawret: Ah, the miracle of life... and death...
Of Dreams!
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Tropius 128: Oh! Sorry! Didn't mean to walk in in on you in the bath!
Fawret: Look at the guy, you made him all blue!
He's pretty cute, but... there is only place in my soul for one duck.
Tropius 128: Which one's that?
Fawret: Greek, my friend. You better recognize. [dons sunglasses]
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Tropius 128: What did I do? Don't... stare at me like that
Fawret: How does it feel to go from becoming something's mother to getting a new mother of your own in the span of five minutes?
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Tropius 128: I know! I can adopt you! That should get ma off my back!
Fawret: ... You can keep it if I can come over to poke its head. Repeatedly.
Tropius 128: I'll name you... Cool Whip!
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Fawret: I scream.
Tropius 128: You scream?
Fawret: I scream. That is my reaction. I am currently screaming.
Tropius 128: For Ice Cream!
Fawret: Next!
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Tropius 128: ...I shouldn't have let Cool Whip play near the nuclear plant so often.
Fawret: For frigid's sake- What- I just- I don't even-
NEXT!
Tropius 128: Maybe letting him play javellin with the spoons was a bad idea too...
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Fawret: Oh wow, something that isn't retarded. I was about to give up hope.
Tropius 128: I'm not this guy's mother! I watched that movie!
Fawret: I wouldn't want to be this guy's father either if he's a guy. Not looking forward to giving him that talk.
Tropius 128: [leafs through notes] ... Abilities: Chlorophyll, I smell kinship... and... ... Herbivore?!
Fawret: On second thought, I'm liking him more and more.
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Fawret: ... If I happened to imply anything earlier about men who were pink, it was, of course, meant purely in jest and I concede that it can be a color of utmost manliness SIR.
Tropius 128: You know, pink used to be a masculine color. Since it was the color blood-red dye would fade to.
Fawret: Yes! Clearly your cherry-blossom ornaments are war prizes that you tore from the hearts of your foes! Keeping it old-school style, right? Haha. Hah.
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Fawret: "Look, ma, without a parachute!"
Tropius 128: Electric squirrels drive me nuts.
Fawret: "Look, ma, without gliding membranes!"
Tropius 128: O.O
Fawret: Ah, but worry not, for little Sparky was saved!
Tropius 128: Whoever could our hero be?
Fawret: THE DEER MAN!
| Apology accepted. |
Fawret: Thank you, DEER MAN. Thank you.
[sheds a tear]
edited 21st Sep '10 1:45:55 PM by GreenTeam
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Fawret: Hey 128.
Tropius 128: Yeah?
Fawret: Did you know that the Big Bang happened when Deer Man donkey-kicked Arceus?
Tropius 128: No, I hadn't! Fascinating!
Fawret: Also! Did you know that Deer Man cried once - and his tears grew sentient and destroyed all life in their way?!
Tropius 128: Really?!
Fawret: Well, I can't think of another explanation for this.
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Tropius 128: Eep. Looks like a burrower.
Fawret: I like my version better.
I wonder if this thing could cure cancer...
| That's quite enough, boy. |
Fawret: sorry
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Fawret: Now that is one hell of a goatee.
Tropius 128: Is it Sir Lancelot?
Fawret: With that goatee and the mohawk, my money is on Sir Stabyouintheback. There's being an evil twin, and then there's absorbing the entire dimension evil twins come from into your being.
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Tropius 128: Hey! A Pokéball!
Fawret: You didn't pay attention in geometry, did you? That is not called a ball.
Tropius 128: I'm sure that fellow will end up confusing a lot of people, though.
Fawret: People who'll end up looking just as stupid as it does.
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Fawret: I have a problem with speaking too soon, don't I.
Tropius 128: Are those patterns natural? It'd be quite a coincidence.
Fawret: I do know what the pattern makes me think of... Hey, Knight of the Stupid Table, go kiss a Voltorb or get back to Earthbound where you came from!
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Tropius 128: Ooooooh! We have a new chandelier for our Secret Base!
Fawret: Ah, that's a sight for sore eyes. In fact, don't I know this guy from some animated show I saw on TV late one night...
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Tropius 128: King of Town! Fawret! The Municipality's found us!
Fawret: Oh Arceus, how many more will it consume to evolve even further?
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Tropius 128: Do you believe in love?
Fawret: Do you believe that disco is still alive?
Tropius 128: Do you believe in second chances?
Fawret: And shaking hands with an old friend?
Tropius 128: Are we singing the same song?
Fawret: Is that a rhetorical question?
Tropius 128: ...
...
...I have no idea.
Fawret: Then why? Or maybe? Or why don't you stay a while? Come around for a cup o' tea-
Tropius 128: (Have a cup of tea!)
Fawret: Oh, don't be so shyyy, cuz we got a home for ya-
Tropius 128: (Lovely home!)
Fawret: Yeeeaah we got a home for
Tropius 128: Anyone, even-
Fawret: Even if you're just a!
Tropius 128: Just a!
Fawret: Luvdisc with mitteeeeeeeeens!!
Alright!
[APPLAUSE light ON]
Of Dreams!
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Tropius 128: ...fluffy?
Fawret: You kinda want to pet it. Until it dies.
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Fawret: Nice! I wanna take one of those for a joyride some day!
Tropius 128: Electric-type? It hotwires itself!
Fawret: And it uses renewable energy!
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Tropius 128: That's a sharp burr.
Fawret: I was thinking more along the lines of a "dull derp".
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Tropius 128: Oooh, built-in backscratcher!
Fawret: How many disgusting mutants and aliens do they have in Isshu? I thought those first-person shooters I played were exaggerating!
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Tropius 128: O_O
Fawret: ...
Tropius 128: ♥
Fawret: ...
Tropius 128: STEAMPUNK MAGNETON!
Fawret: Whatever, uh, grinds your gears, I guess.
Tropius 128: I'm gonna cosplay one!
Fawret: With you in a gear costume and yourself as a partner?
Tropius 128: Good plan!
Fawret: Yup.
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Tropius 128: Hmm... portraying this one will be a little tricker. Think I would be willing to help me and myself?
Fawret: Tell you what, if this thing's available in orange, I'll help you figure out a way.
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Tropius 128: Four pieces... guh.
Fawret: This is starting to look like a level in Super Mario Galaxy. More menacing, but a Metal Gear it still ain't.
Tropius 128: I know! Me, myself, I, and You! That's four!
Fawret: Hey, I'm not a hamster, I ain't running in no wheel!
Tropius 128: Oh, that's fine, you can be the spike ring.
Fawret: ... Okay, mildly tempted.
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Fawret: I guess if ghost ships exist, might as well have ghost fish.
Tropius 128: The ghost crew needs to earn a wage somehow.
Fawret: I'd suspectre as much.
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Tropius 128: O∧O
Fawret: ...
And here we have the reason for the ghost crew.
Tropius 128: Let's move on before this one bites my nose...
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Fawret: Sorry, Skipper, acting all cute and motorboaty now isn't going to make us forget that you're a giant gaping hole of death.
Tropius 128: Wait, he is? But he's so cute and motorboaty!
Fawret: Giant gaping hole of death.
Tropius 128: Ssh! I'm luring the enemy into a false sense of security!
Fawret: Oh, I'm sure you're succeeding at that.
edited 21st Sep '10 3:18:24 PM by GreenTeam
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Tropius 128: The Greys are here now, too?
Fawret: Dude looks like he's got one hell of a migraine, and I can relate so well you wouldn't believe it.
Tropius 128: Why do you get so many migraines? You've been having them since we first met...
Fawret: Oh 128, you'll always be my grain.
Tropius 128: ...but I'm a banana tree...
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Fawret: Why hello there, Humphrey Bogart!
Tropius 128: Haters gonna hate!
Fawret: Ow, I sure got served old-school style!
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Tropius 128: Nooooo! Somebody set Cool Whip on fire!
Fawret: I knew one day that candle-holder from Beauty and the Beast would have its revenge for all the gay jokes.
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Tropius 128: Ghost-types exposing their insides like that is always creepy... especially when their insides are on fire.
Fawret: Hey, having a burning heart is considered a good thing in many cultures! And it's always nice to see such a bright gentleman waving at you from afar.
Tropius 128: He is quite dignified, true.
Fawret: Ignited and on fire, true.
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Fawret: Jack.
Tropius 128: Jack?
Fawret: There's just so many reasons for these guys to be called Jack! One is a candle, another is a lantern... and this one is gonna be jacked from ya when they break into your house!
Tropius 128: So if that happens... you've had your candle ja-
Fawret: Shhhhhhhhhh!
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Tropius 128: Awww, hello little guy!
Fawret: Hello, little guy! You're a little guy! And you need someone to teach you to walk through doors without getting stuck!
Tropius 128: Are you volunteering? How noble of you!
Fawret: It'll be worth it for the video recordings of it.
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Tropius 128: Oooh... uh... Fawret, I think your pet just massacred the last bottle of ketchup.
Fawret: Nah, that's red paint. What it massacred was the door.
Tropius 128: Think the insurance will cover it?
Fawret: Think they'll dare to refuse?
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Fawret: Behold, the soul-shaking splendor of the Red Eyes Toothache Dragon!
Tropius 128: Ah, finally someone I can look up to!
Fawret: Hey, brushing your teeth is important!
Tropius 128: No, I mean, most of these new Pokémon have been kinda short.
Fawret: Huh. Well, all the better if it sees you first, I guess.
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Tropius 128: Anybody have a tissue for this adorable little teddy?
Fawret: Plush bear, puppy eyes, snotty nose - there's gotta be a law somewhere against overdosing on saccharine like that!
Tropius 128: It's known to the state of California to cause cancer.
Fawret: And I'm not cool with that.
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Fawret: I'm not even gonna comment on this one. [walks off-screen]
Tropius 128: I'm... kinda hugged out for the day. And a Grass/Flying type. Oh, don't look so sad, come h-
Tropius 128 was frozen solid!
Fawret: [returns with a lit cigarette and puts it out on the ice]
Tropius 128 thawed out!
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Fawret: Well aren't you just a very special snowflake.
Tropius 128: Aww, poor Spiritomb did not like being stuck in the meat locker...
Fawret: I don't know about that, but what the hell. I ain't complaining about a guy who brings some danmaku to the place. That only means I need to trace him back to where he came from...
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Tropius 128: Say, Fawret, didn't you have a grandmother?
Fawret: Why do you have to bring her up.
Tropius 128: I'm just remembering that time she tried to kiss you.
Fawret: Now I'm reminded even more of Ursula from The Little Mermaid...
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Tropius 128: Ha! He looks just like you that time your grandma tried to kiss you!
Fawret: Silence! Edge will not forgive the kisses! He will not forgive what you did to his parents! And he will not forgive what you did to him!
Tropius 128: Ga! Uh... what did I do?
Fawret: You think our anger a weakness?! Then let us show you how wrong you are!
Tropius 128: next ._.
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Tropius 128: Who wants pancakes?!
Fawret: Yeah, my appetite is pretty much gone now, thanks.
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Fawret: I have a new goal in life.
Tropius 128: Oh?
Fawret: I will find a Squirtle, a Torkoal, a Turtwig and an exploding rock turtle, and teach them the ways of the ninja under the tutorship of Splinter here.
Tropius 128: Hey, he worked wonders for the otter.
Fawret: He otter be really good then.
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Fawret: Hmm, I'm starting to lack his competence. I mean, I can respect the practice, but I think pajama martial arts are only really suitable for sleepovers at a girl's house. [rubs chin]
Tropius 128: I disagree! I loved reading those Pajama Man comics as a sprout... Could never decide whether Darkness or Thunder and Lightning were the best villains. But then the series started getting political...
Fawret: ... Did you wear pajamas, too?
Tropius 128: ... why wouldn't I?
Fawret: ... I think they made a children's show about that once...
Of Dreams!
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Fawret: After landing on the outskirts, you've fought your way into the center circle of the Northern Crater. Your party is low on health and healing items are scarce. Suddenly, before you appears a formidable Yellow Eyes Really-Pissed-Off Dragon!
What do you do?
Tropius 128: > Run Away
Fawret: Too bad, you're killed by a Master Tonberry.
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Tropius 128: I didn't know Dr. Robotnik was in this game...
Fawret: Luckily, on your second trek through the Crater, it turns out the Iron Man was replaced by its remarkably less impressive understudy.
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Tropius 128: First an Egg Pawn, now the Egg Golem?
Fawret: The strangest part is that these aren't even made of Steel. Robotnik won't stand a ghost of a chance like this.
Gotta admit, though, if The Bouncer here ran with Gears inside, I could get behind that.
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Tropius 128: Hey, he has a helmet! Must be a construction worker.
Fawret: Yeah, but a) when they're holding a knife to your neck and asking for money, they're not the kind of construction workers you want, and b) if they have a huge blade stuck in their forehead, they're not the kind of construction workers you need.
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Fawret: Clearly I haven't watched the same shows as a kid as whoever came up with this crap.
Tropius 128: "Good day, citizen!"
Fawret: "Allow me to introduce you to the concept of supervillainy! You see, I am a supervillain, for I have colorful armor with blades!"
Tropius 128: But, his armor's red... oh, blades. Hmm. That kinda penalizes his alignment.
Fawret: The Dark-typing probably helps that, too.
Tropius 128: But improves his status in the fan-fic.
Fawret: The slash?
Tropius 128: Oh.
Fawret: "Lustfully, Slashman grabbed Little Iron Man by his shoulder, but his hand was slapped away in a burst of opposition! "I am not that kind of boy, Slashman!", he cried, but deep within, he knew that he wanted that blade in-
Tropius 128: lalalalaLALALAH!
Fawret: ... where did I put that vodka...
[beeep-]
Hello? Hello, Mister Fawret! Oh boy, I can hear myself on TV!
Listen, sir, I'm a big fan of your work on the show, and I won't question your methods for getting the position! I'm just a big fan of Furrets everywhere, and so I wanted to know your opinion on something!
In the so-called "Dream World", Pokemon can be seen possessing different abilites than normal! For instance, Ninetales gains the ability to summon heavy sunshine, and Gyarados will become even stronger upon downing an opponent! Yet Furrets are shown to only acquire Frisk, the ability to see what item the enemy is holding! What is your stance on this situation, and does it bother you at all that Tropius have acquired an ability to indefinitely recycle incredibly useful berries?
Fwomph
-Listens in from the air-
They got the meme wrong...
-Lands at tower-
Now. How do I get in?
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
Of Dreams!
Fawret: Haha, I- [freeze]
Tropius 128: Ooh, that sounds handy! I love berries...
Fawret: ... gkh
Tropius 128: Fawret?
Fawret: Frisk?! For all these years I've been holding out for a freaking evolution, maybe a stinking dragon extra typing, maybe some cool moves or-
Tropius 128: Oh, that Furlong proposal?
Fawret: THAT WAS A TOTALLY REASONABLE ASSUMPTION!
Tropius 128: It's okay, I didn't get my Subtropius preevolved form either...
Fawret: YOU! I thought we were buddies! I thought we were gonna go through Never Used, through thick and thin, through Sheer Cold and Hail together!
Tropius 128: ...sorry?
Fawret: That's it, me and Mr. Popov here are gonna spend some quality time together. [grabs bottle]
Tropius 128: Wait- people are supposed to be calling in! Who's answering?!
Fawret: I no speak your English! You go take call! You berry good for job, da. [waddles off-screen]
Besieged from all sides and fracturing apart within, the Glorious Green Gang's hold on Goldenrod Broadcasting Tower proves to be slackening. Will they go quietly into the night, or will their last stand yet prove stubborn? How goes the battle downstairs? Can Tropius 128 be trusted to answer the telephone? And what is up with all those mutants and aliens in Isshu? Find out... next time...
I'm Back Bitches (not really)
I run in. "HOLD IT!! What are you Pokemon doing attacking this station? Charizard Flamethrower on the Tropius!!"
edited 21st Sep '10 6:34:17 PM by Fusionman
To Be Updated when I'm not Lazy
Responsible adult
Tropius 128: I ran out of fruit during a peels round. I hereby demand you be removed from the studio for that joke alone.
"Proto-Indo-European makes the damnedest words related. It's great. It's the Kevin Bacon of etymology." ~Madrugada
Fwomph
-Starts climbing the interior of the tower-
-Calls studio-
Yes, long time listener first time caller, do you realise you got a meme wrong back there with Jack?
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
Bunny
This is just beautiful.
Koffing didn't get any dream world abilities, did it?
...Koffi!
One of my few regrets about being born female is the inability to grow a handlebar mustache. -Landstander
Of Dreams!
Tropius 128: Oh man, Fawret's sounding so upset right now... was it something I said?
RRRRIIIINNNNGGGG!
Tropius 128: Ah! The phone! ... FAWRET!
...
RRRRIIIINNNNGGGG!
Tropius 128: Oh, fine... [click!] ... Isshu Mourning Show, may I ask who's calling?
I run in.Tropius 128: Well good morning Ira Nin!
HOLD IT!! What are you Pokemon doing attacking this station?Tropius 128: Oh! If Fawret was here he could tell you all about it... it was something about "promoting the perspective of the underhyped via vigilante enforcement of the fairness doctrine" or something eloquent like that.
Charizard Flamethrower on the Tropius!!" Tropius 128: What?! Uh... Ira, you can't attack through the phone. I've tried! It just-
We're sorry. Your call has been disconnected. A hardware failure may be to blame. We're sorry. Your call-Tropius 128: ...oh... I'm sure Fawret could have explained it to Ira before she killed her phone... do we have to pay for that? I don't even know what the rules for hijacking are...
RRRRIIIINNNNGGGG!
Oh! Hello, Fawret Mourning Show-
I hereby demand you be removed from the studio for that joke alone. Tropius 128: I know that line may sound rotten, but don't get your panties in a bunch - sure as my fruit flies, I'm a banana bread to be a sticker for honesty!
[click!]
RRRRIIIINNNNGGGG!
Tropius 128: Oh! Uh, hi!
Yes, long time listener first time caller, do you realise you got a meme wrong back there with Jack?Tropius 128: Oh! Terribly, terribly sorry, I don't know Jack, could you please tell me how it was supposed to go?
[click!]
RRRRIIIINNNNGGGG!
This is just beautiful.
Koffing didn't get any dream world abilities, did it?
Tropius 128: ...probably? I'm not sure, the notes we borrowed didn't mention them at all.
...Koffi!Tropius 128: I don't know how you could send that here, but the thought's appreciated! [click!]
Some Gal
Responsible adult
Oh, is that the way you want to play, is it, Mr. Appletosaurus? You're in for a bunch of trouble if you peel-y think you'll brush me off so easy. I'm no punning greenhorn, and I'm not about to turn yellow in the face of a challenge! Provided there isn't a brownout, I'm plantaining myself right on the end of this line until the bitter end! Or until you slip up—whichever comes first. Or I slip up, I guess. But I won't cavendish even if you ask.
Now let's kick some potassium!
"Proto-Indo-European makes the damnedest words related. It's great. It's the Kevin Bacon of etymology." ~Madrugada
Pat. St. of Archive Binge
Hi,I just want to say you're much better that the regular hosts,who always seem to repeat themselves. You'd think they were just filling in the blanks in a script or something...
[OOC: This is EPIC. Continue!]
edited 22nd Sep '10 2:35:03 AM by AckSed
Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away.
Geomancer
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There's a reason I'm so smug. I'm simply royalty. (Designed with Blue Blood in mind) And I decree this brodcast to be excellent. And my legend will begin very soon with a trainer.
edited 22nd Sep '10 11:12:15 AM by Marioguy128
You got some dirt on you. Here's some more!
This broadcast is most excellent. I am pleased. You live...for now.
edited 22nd Sep '10 2:39:11 PM by ColorPrinter
Of Dreams!
[RING-RING-RING-RING-RING-RING-RING BANANAPHONE!]
Oh, is that the way you want to play, is it, Mr. Appletosaurus? You're in for a bunch of trouble if you peel-y think you'll brush me off so easy. I'm no punning greenhorn, and I'm not about to turn yellow in the face of a challenge! Provided there isn't a brownout, I'm plantaining myself right on the end of this line until the bitter end! Or until you slip up—whichever comes first. Or I slip up, I guess. But I won't cavendish even if you ask.
Now let's kick some potassium!
Tropius 128: I've been pudding a lot of effort into my phrasing- Papua always said that plain speaking was a much too vanilla wafer going through life, and I've taken a leaf from his book. Were you 'pectin me to dessert the battle? I have more fiber than that. I am ripe for your challenge!
Fawret: Yo, Salad King.
Tropius 128: Democratically-elected head of the Banana Republic! Oh... Wait. You!
Fawret: Cool. Look, Democrit, it jus' breaks my heart to interrupt yer whateveritis yer doing, but we haff a buncha dudes at the door.
Tropius 128: Oh! Our dudes? Guess I need to take down the Secret Power for a second.
Fawret: Don' sweat it, Peaches, you don' wann' hurt yer pretty li'l head.
Tropius 128: You still down, Fawret? You're kinda pretty yourself
Fawret: Kinna pretty? I'm the prettiest girl in the heole wor!! Fwagh.
Jus' go already, I'll be sittin' there and doing that thing with the voices and all.
Tropius 128: Ok... ok... [departs]
Fawret: Guess I'll be... takin' these caws like a man. Is up to me to hold the fort. It always is. Always the Furret, standin' outside the friggen' den, look to the one side, look to the other, look to the other other, and don't forget the-
[rrring rrring]]
Fawret: WHAT.
[rrrring]
Fawret: Oh, hi there. Button.
Hi, I just want to say you're much better that the regular hosts, who always seem to repeat themselves. You'd think they were just filling in the blanks in a script or something... Fawret: Oh, that's, that's great. I love to hear that. I'm reaching out to y'all Pokémon fans here. If you poke Furret and see, you won't be able to stop laughing. If one walks with you as a companion, you won't be able to look away! Anytime... you'll think that's one ordinary Pokémon.
But it's not.
Pokémon. Pokémon. Pokémon. Pokémon.
Urgh.
My head.
[rrrring]
Fawret: WHAT. Oh.
There's a reason I'm so smug. I'm simply royalty. (Designed with Blue Blood in mind) And I decree this brodcast to be excellent. And my legend will begin very soon with a trainer. Fawret: Thaaa... who the hell are you even and why're you wearin' a blender on your head.
Oh! Oh, don't tell me. It's the... the Zangief! The, uh, Smug. Leaf. I can tell y'all royal, with that cane and blue blood and what. My blood would be blue too if my sister was my aunt, I tell you what. Ain't a coincidence they gave ya that friggen' Perversity thing, blue-bloody...
Whaaait, you like the show? Buddy-boy, I like your style. You gonna, like, get places. With a spaceship. Yeah.
[rrrring]
Fawret: Urf.
This broadcast is most excellent. I am pleased. You live...for now.Fawret: Awww, mama... I told you not to call while I'm on the shooow...
I'm not drunk, I swear! I'm... overworked!
THUMP!
Fawret: And it's all his fault!
Tropius 128: Fawret! It's the minions! They've been rooted!
Fawret: What.
 | Jiggly! |
Tropius 128: Err... "flouted!"!
| Jiggly! |
Tropius 128: ..."routed"? Is that a word? Routed! There are some guys coming up!
Fawret: What!? Who?! I know today is the shift for the guy with that unhealthy tootsie-pop addiction... Oh, it must be the Professor who helped him get so far...
Tropius 128: Err... do we escape now?!
Fawret: Are you a man, or are you a mouse?! This is no time to be fretting or drinking yourself into a stupor! If those fruit you're bearing are filled with testosterone, you're gonna hold your ground here and fight!
Tropius 128: Right! Sorry! I was flustered! We'll stand together, two trees in the wind!
Fawret: And then we escape!
Tropius 128: Okay! How many left... we can do this!
Catch your breath man, shake out those lips! It's downhill from here, just 24 more to go!
Fawret: Now it gets tricky, so this better be real good!
edited 23rd Sep '10 2:19:06 AM by GreenTeam
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