Post by Jacob Tvyyra on May 14, 2008 18:42:27 GMT -5
We don't make potions, silly. Talismans. You know, items. Things that are permanent. Life-changing. And even you said you were ugly, so you could stand to benefit--
Frowns as another of the Anti-Tvyyran league shows up, and puts hands on his hips as he starts swinging around wildly.
This is all your fault, Daichi! You've poisoned yet another society against Tvyyran-kind and you're a brat! Brat, I say! Brat!--
Suddenly starts vomiting all over as he's shaken around, spitting out pea soup, Exorcist-style. He shakes his head to regain his sense of equilibrium, when just as unexpectedly...
OW! You got seal brains to match, too! If you don't understand it, just bite it!
His eyes cross as he looks down and realizes he's sporting a third-grader's drawing of whiskers.
Okay, that's IT!
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a length of wood, which he brandishes in the general direction of whatever societally backward entity has the plushie in question.
Tempero Animatus!
The plushie comes to life, and with superplushie dexterity, leaps on to the ground in front of the couch and faces the evil trio.
Reduplicatorix--
It's uncertain as to whether it's the young craftsman that spins the plushie in a full circle or the plushie that spins the young craftsman in a full circle, but both do, and like the inverse of dominoes, copies of the Jacob plushie sprout from both sides, branching out into a phalanx.
No more Mr. Nice Salesman. Leave no coin of the realm spared. For the Tvyyran Empire, forward, my plushie army!
The little plushies rummage through their little pockets and come out with little plushie wands like Daddy Jacob, which they brandish like sabers as they advance upon the couch with the synchronization of the nonliving.
Surrender now, or be penniless!
Frowns as another of the Anti-Tvyyran league shows up, and puts hands on his hips as he starts swinging around wildly.
This is all your fault, Daichi! You've poisoned yet another society against Tvyyran-kind and you're a brat! Brat, I say! Brat!--
Suddenly starts vomiting all over as he's shaken around, spitting out pea soup, Exorcist-style. He shakes his head to regain his sense of equilibrium, when just as unexpectedly...
OW! You got seal brains to match, too! If you don't understand it, just bite it!
His eyes cross as he looks down and realizes he's sporting a third-grader's drawing of whiskers.
Okay, that's IT!
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a length of wood, which he brandishes in the general direction of whatever societally backward entity has the plushie in question.
Tempero Animatus!
The plushie comes to life, and with superplushie dexterity, leaps on to the ground in front of the couch and faces the evil trio.
Reduplicatorix--
It's uncertain as to whether it's the young craftsman that spins the plushie in a full circle or the plushie that spins the young craftsman in a full circle, but both do, and like the inverse of dominoes, copies of the Jacob plushie sprout from both sides, branching out into a phalanx.
No more Mr. Nice Salesman. Leave no coin of the realm spared. For the Tvyyran Empire, forward, my plushie army!
The little plushies rummage through their little pockets and come out with little plushie wands like Daddy Jacob, which they brandish like sabers as they advance upon the couch with the synchronization of the nonliving.
Surrender now, or be penniless!