re-enters, hair standing straight up
“ENOUGH of that sorcery nonsense! Fight like a man!”
kicks Bosda Di’Chi of Tricor in the groin, real hard
eventually hauls her way back into consciousness, bleeding from multiple lacerations, kamehamehaaahahahahaha burn and assorted other injuries. Sits on the ground and drinks a minor healing potion, then jumps up grabs a crowbar for luck
Alrighty. No face. Gotcha!
crowbar shot to Ponder’s left knee
Zāogāo! Tāmāde hùndàn… Bèndàn!
still fighting
(Will someone come in and say the words so River-Kyth can fall down in a heap already? My feet are killing me!)
Um…sure.
“Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse”
Hmmm…nope that didn’t work.
“Klaatu Barada Nikto”
Hmmm…not that either.
“Open sesame.”
“I am your father.”
“Et tu, Brute?”
“Rosebud.”
“Shazam!”
Suddently morphs himself into Captain Marvel.
I guess that works.
Pummels Kytheria into an unrecognizable heap with his advanced strength.
…Māde! falls over, doesn’t move
Smacks Kythereia with a cricket bat while down!!!
(Pulls self out of wreckage)
I should…
(collaspes)
I’m just back from a three-day cruise, fully rested and eager to fight like a drunken sailor!*
picks up broken timber and starts whirling 'round and around
WHEEEEE!
Jams end of stick into Hoopy Frood’s kidney-area
*Or a drunken passenger, which, in fact, I was.
[walks in quietly wearing a messenger boy uniform]
Candy gram for Bosda! Candy gram for Bosda!
[QUOTE=Daithi Lacha]
Jams end of stick into Hoopy Frood’s kidney-area
Being infused with the power of Zeus which makes him impervious to attack, Captain Marvel/Hoopy Frood easily shrugs off the blow. Then activating the speed of Mercury which infuses Captain Marvel as well, Hoopy Frood launches himself at Daithi Lacha and introduces him to his two fists of seeming iron which are infused with the strength of Hercules due to Captain Marvel’s influence once again.
Hoopy Frood, soon getting bored of being a nigh invincible and overpowered superhero, quickly dashes out of the bar saying “I’ll be back.” When he returns he has apparently reverted back to his normal human form, but has oddly enough picked up a BFG 9000 from Doom 3 somewhere along the line.
“Say hello to my little friend!” he says, as he vaporizing bolts of plasma start streaming through the bar.
Damn all candygrams! The candy tastes worse than baseball card bubblegum anyway!
I’m tired of being in this fight alone.
<Walks into parking lot, addresses cars in lot>
AUTOBOTS! TRANSFORM, AND ROLL OUT!!
Level that joint, Prime!
<looks down at the arc of metal intruding into his torso, and removes from it a scroll>
Message for you, sir.
<opens the scroll>
:eek: Oh my Og. It says … <dies>
Unplugs Virtual Reality set. Whoa!
'Scuse me, has happy hour started?
…
OK, guess you’re too busy…
<leave nonchalantly, whistling a jaunty tune>
(Gets off the floor)
You’re not getting out of this that easily!
(Pulls TygerDralion back into the bar)
Unplugs Virtual Reality set. Aaargh! Poses Bosda’s Transformers an insoluble paradox. Hey, Clanky! Listen up! All humans are liars. I am a human. This…does not…compute. Bzzt! Vzzt! Boom! Heh. All too easy.
Since nobody wants to whoop on me no more…
<buys Case Sensitive a pint>
One Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster, please… weakly, getting up
Aw, heck…drinks all around!
Next round’s on me then.