Of Dreams!
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Fawret: Look at' im! It's the happiest Emo in the world!
Tropius 128: Awww... mop's a bit untidy, though. We'll make a quick trip to the Haircut Brothers... and the photo studio... and the zoo, and the candy store and the carnival and I'M TAKING YOU HOME!
Fawret: "Emo" really is just an anagram of "moe".
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Fawret: I knew it! I always knew it! They reproduce asexually!
Tropius 128: One more head and they could be their own boy band.
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Fawret: That... worked out so far, I guess. I think they switched genres to punk-goth, though.
Tropius 128: The fangirls don't mind, I'm sure. They have them eating out of the palms of their hands.
Fawret: It's all fun and games until someone gets eaten by a sockpuppet.
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Fawret: Oh, a Chinese festival car! How charming!
Tropius 128: Stylish mask, I guess. I think I could wear it better.
Fawret: You wanna multiclass as a Christmas tree?
Tropius 128: Santa will never know the difference!
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Tropius 128: Oh! The Flower Emporer!
Fawret: Mothra Clause! Mothra Clause! We all loathe Mothra Clause! He is Mothra and Santa, goddamn it's Mothra Clause! He laughs at your sins, and he feasts on your kin, he's made of fire and he still feasts on your kin!
Tropius 128: Fire?! And... moth... you're not a Grass-type! Bug and Fire, in fact! Usurper!
Fawret: You are the worst and we loathe you Mothra Clause!
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Fawret: I didn't know they already made cheap action figures of Deer Man.
Tropius 128: It's an insult! There can't be any way he approved these!
Fawret: How are my hypothetical children ever supposed to recreate the creation of the world with this? It'll break before they even touch it!
 | It pays the bills. |
Fawret: Deer Man... I believed in you.
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Tropius 128: Maybe this guy could be your new hero?
Fawret: Oh god! Even Bulldog Man is selling out now! What has the world come to?!
Wait, who's Bulldog Man?
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Fawret: ... I'm getting the distinct yet horrible feeling that these guys are a legendary trio of some sort.
Tropius 128: The legendary Happy Meal toys?
Fawret: Ah, at least Elf Boy here is one I wouldn't throw away...
Tropius 128: But you just know it'll be the one toy your local branch never gets shipments of...
Fawret: Oh Elf Boy... please be gentle with me. [sniff]
Tropius 128: We're almost home!
edited 23rd Sep '10 2:18:33 AM by GreenTeam
Responsible adult
You're pretty smoothie, pal. I'm plum shocked by your kumquatback, but I have the enduriance to see this through. I could acai and give up, but not yet! Sounds like things are getting ugli in your nectarine of the woods, though. Are things going pear-shaped? Are your hands pitaya'd? Or do you have things under controllive?
: "Controllive?" Seriously?
: It's a fruit!
: So are tomatoes, but I wouldn't want one on my sundae.
: Shut uuuup! I'm trying to impress him!
: You sound lame.
: Do not!
: Uh, yeah, you do.
: Do not!
: You really need to work on it.
: I'm telling Mistress!
: Type advantange.
: ...Fudgesicles.
edited 22nd Sep '10 4:05:48 PM by FreezairForALimitedTime
"Proto-Indo-European makes the damnedest words related. It's great. It's the Kevin Bacon of etymology." ~Madrugada
Fwomph
-Continues climbing the tower, following the path of destruction-
I wonder how their gonna react to the white legendary...
-Lets out Chatot-
Chatot: Freudian!
Yeah...
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
Oh my goodness, it's a Pierson's Puppeteer! Well, almost... Sorta. Now to find a grendel lookalike.
edited 22nd Sep '10 4:44:40 PM by IthilionTheBrave
Some Gal
Of Dreams!
[RING!]
You're pretty smoothie, pal. I'm plum shocked by your kumquatback, but I have the enduriance to see this through. I could acai and give up, but not yet! Sounds like things are getting ugli in your nectarine of the woods, though. Are things going pear-shaped? Are your hands pitaya'd? Or do you have things under controllive?Tropius 128: Oh, you've been keeping up on currant events? Yeah, it looks like we're in a jam... we were melon over the possibility of quitting, but we're the persimmon type! No way are we missing this date with destiny! Papua didn't raisin no coward who'd sit and guava for mercy! We know that pecan do this! Anyways, cashew later!
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Tropius 128: Fawret! We get three wishes!
Fawret: Oh, oh! I wish for Hyrule not to be flooded anymore! And for my sister to return! And, and... and I wish for half of these Pokémon to be nothing but a bad dream of mine!
Tropius 128: Hey! Flashy lights!
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Fawret: Oh god WHY.
Tropius 128: A... makeover? I don't think he understood you.
Fawret: That's why you're never supposed to believe in superstitions and wishes and dreams and all that crap! It only brings you disappointment!
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Fawret: Ohmigawd it's Falcor Hi Falcor!
Tropius 128: Give me five! Down low! You're rockin' the fluffiness.
Fawret: Falcor, you will never betray me! We will fly through Fantasia together again, you and me, forever and ever!
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Fawret: Giant Godamn War Robot Dragon, hell yeah!
Tropius 128: Looks so technologic! And black is the new black!
Fawret: Digimon was such a great show, wasn't it?
Tropius 128: Never heard of it.
Fawret: Haha, monsters that actually grow stronger from growing as people rather than from beating up other monsters a lot. Crazy, I tell ya! Aah, that takes me back...
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Fawret: ... and this slaps me right across the face again with the harsh reality.
Tropius 128: What's he find so funny?
Fawret: My pure and utter despair.
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Tropius 128: ...scratch you behind the ears? I could do that...
Fawret: Oh, Phallic Dragon, I know, it's a nice gesture, but... okay, you do look pretty cool... ah, I guess I can scratch you behind the ears, too! Come here, you!
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Fawret: ... why you little
Tropius 128: Uh, did you shuffle the notes by any chance?
Fawret: They're numbered! They're in order!
Tropius 128: You sure?
Fawret: Obviously the order was made to drive me insane with Old Man Hoskins and My Bloody Little Pony here!
Tropius 128: So sure this one belonged in the McDonalds trio...
Fawret: It did, and I sure as hell can't blame them for kicking him out again!
[rrrrrring, rrrrrring]
Fawret: Ugh!
Hi, I was wondering what you guys think of the lack of any old Pokemon in Isshu? Fawret: What do we think? What do we think?! Bloody well a no-brainer what we're thinking, of course we-
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Fawret: ...duhhhwhat?
Tropius 128: More dancers! sigh... the lessons didn't pan out for me...
Fawret: hurrrr... [shakes head rapidly]
Mademoiselle, where have you been for this entire show! Oh, if you please, won't you give us the pleasure of singing us a song about amour!
Tropius 128: A moor? I have no quarrel with Britain, don't get me wrong, but-
Fawret: Oh, One-Two-Eight, now this, this is the kind of deity that I can put my faith into! My trust. And... other things!
Tropius 128: So, you don't have an isshu with the next generation, then?
Fawret: Ah, they might have some unpleasant neighbors, but what could possibly ruin the charm of some foreign beauties?
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Fawret: ...
Tropius 128: ...
Fawret: It's ending. We were foolish. We were foolish to think that Abaddon would go easy on us. The former was but a peon, a puppet of her true, eldritch form. Fools, all of us, for thinking us able to flee from her unrelenting grasp!
It all began with Abaddon. It all ends... with Abaddon.
Tropius 128: But Fawret, look at that cheery grin!
Fawret: ...
Tropius 128: Maybe the next one will lift your spirits?
Tropius 128: ...huh. That's the end. Well.
Fawret: That WAS kind of a cheery grin.
Tropius 128: So! Uh...
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| pikapichupi! | chu! pichu! | jiggly! jigglypuff! |
Fawret: Enemy at the gates!
thump!
Tropius 128: Eep! We're stuck in here!
Fawret: Think, 128, we had an escape plan the whole time! It involves you, and also the unwilling union of this chair... and that window!
Fawret used Fling!
CRASH!
Tropius 128: Jump on, kids, we're moving!
Fawret: Fly, you fool! [jumps on]
Tropius 128 used Fly!
Pokémon Professor
Aha! Secret Power is not impenetrable, once you know what to look for! Prepare yourself, Gardson!
 | I could really go for a Tootsie-Pop right about now... |
Oak used Bodycheck!
Foe Door fainted!
BAM!
 | Ahahaha, you have put on on good show, my friends, but now it is time to meet- |
Fawret: Kiss my striped furry ass!
Fawret used Taunt!
Tropius 128: Hang on already!
Wild Fawret and Tropius 128 fled!
...aw, shucks. [sigh] Guard, have you seen DJ-
| [eyes closed] Dontkillmedontkillmedontkillme |
...Well, looks like this stunt has eaten up just about all my precious screentime... what was it Mary had said she would ask me?
Now on TV!
DJ Mary: Professor! They're gone!
Professor Oak: Ah, Mary, you're a godsend! According to my watch, we have about 25 seconds of scheduled screentime left! [takes her by the arm and pulls her on-camera]
DJ Mary: Aiaiaiaiaie, oh dear! Well, then, uhm! Professor, years ago you claimed that an exhaustive survey had revealed the existence of a total 150 Pokémon species. Today, the count stands at 649. How do you explain such a large discrepancy?
Professor Oak: Well, Mary, there is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable.
My theory is that this has just happened. And it has probably happened before. Possibly three times.
And it will continue to happen, again and again.
Be afraid, citizens. Be very afraid!
DJ Mary: And that's it for today! Thanks for joining us, and thanks for watching D.J. Mary's Morning Show!
Guard Gardson: Hey, ma, I'm on T-
END OF TRANSMISSION
Fwomph
-Finally makes it to the top of the tower-
Drat... Too late...
-Looks over at shattered glass-
Aha!
-Chatot used Fly!-
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
Responsible adult
: He left...? He left? NOOOO!
: Cassie, he wasn't even supposed to be there in the first place!
: B-b-but... his puns! His snark! His dreamy leaves...
: What? Ooooh no. I am putting a stop to this RIGHT NOW, missy.
: "Missy?" I'm technically older than you!
: And I'm technically more badass than you.
: And I saw the eyes you were making at Fawret!
: What?! But I wasn't looking directly at the—ohhh no, I see what you did there, Cass! I'm SO not falling for that one!
: Ha! Let me tell you this, "missy": Stick to your own Egg Group!
"Proto-Indo-European makes the damnedest words related. It's great. It's the Kevin Bacon of etymology." ~Madrugada
I'm Back Bitches (not really)
I burst back in! "YOU FOOLS! I WASN'T CALLING! Wait are they gone? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
To Be Updated when I'm not Lazy
Bunny
This Koffi is delicious. Simply delicious.
Mmmyes. It's simply too bad that flying tree couldn't have a sip of this. Oh well.
Also, Furret's animation is the CUTEST. THING. EVER.
edited 27th Sep '10 11:43:45 PM by Deathonabun
One of my few regrets about being born female is the inability to grow a handlebar mustache. -Landstander
Fawret: I don't know, man, after an Afro Samurai, an Afro Cowboy just doesn't have the same ring to it.
Tropius 128: He's got the bling to go with it, though.
Fawret: I think you're confusing "cowboy" with "bullcrap".
Tropius 128: Ah, more fluffiness! But... are those feathers part of its head?
Fawret: Of course. It's mimicry, used to make predators think it's... a different kind of food.
Cotton candy.
Tropius 128: Yum! But I'll have to forgo that... still hurting from the lolipop Things.
Fawret: Of course, if the mimicry fails, there's the very real chance that when they're crying "mama", it's actually a threat.
... Why do I feel the sudden urge to salute a flag?
Tropius 128: Oh, beautiful! For spacious skies! And amber waves of grain!
Tropius 128: ...for purple... mountain... majesties?
Fawret: I know I'll keep my hands off any black Yoshi eggs I find after seeing this.
Fawret: I assure you, the dress doesn't make you look fat.
Tropius 128: You don't have any bones to pick with this one?
Fawret: I didn't say it's not ugly! It's not the fault of the dress, though!
Tropius 128: Hmm. Maybe it's just a Flying thing, but she looks kinda sweet.
Fawret: And there went my appetite for the day.
Fawret: That guy is nothing to sneeze at. If only so he doesn't sneeze back.
Tropius 128: You ever wonder what it feels like for a Fire-type to sneeze?
Fawret: Can't say the question was burning on my mind, but I'm sure he nose.
Tropius 128: I've heard people describe insects as having robotic behaviors.
Fawret: I'm sure that the Terminantor here won't disagree.
Tropius 128: It's not fair. There's no way you could swat those things off your picnic basket!
...why does Skynet want my lunch, anyways?
edited 22nd Sep '10 3:20:44 PM by GreenTeam