h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

*looks at Emar with great pity*

Emar, why do you drag that dirty sock around?

*she begins snickering evilly at Zeb*

Zeb: HIM DRAG *ME* AROUND?! *I'M* THE EVIL ONE, HERE!! *I'M* THE ONE WHO'S JOINING S.T.U.M.P.E.D, NOT HIM!! *I* ONLY DRAG *HIM* AROUND BECAUSE I NEED HIS HAND TO MOVE, AND BECAUSE MY PERSONALITY IS LODGED SOMEWHERE IN THE SAME BRAIN AS HIS!! THIS GUY IS NOT A VILLAIN!! HE'S JUST A CIRCUS ACROBAT!! I'M THE VILLAIN!! ME!! MEEEEEEEEEE! MUHWAHAHAHAHA!!

Emar: It's true. He's crazy, man. I'm not a villain OR a hero. I didn't even want to get involved. I just wanna be you guys' friend. I wanna help you out...

Zeb: Grrrrrrrrr!

Emar:...but HIM? He doesn't wanna be your friend. He wants to eat you, and take your money...

Zeb: Yeah! YEAH!

Emar:...and I'm gonna do what I can to keep him off you, but I'm not makin' any promises. 'Cause he's crazy man! Freakin' INSANE!!

Zeb: Yeah! Get some!











Emar: You know, Zeb, in retrospect, this was probably the wrong time for me to pull the Good-Cop/Bad-Cop routine...

Zeb:shut up!

*wakes up*

Hey! my time's up!

i'm outta here!



(note: i entered less than an hour after RedFish!)

oh, and Zax entered post #125...

Yeah, but Zax didn't say anything after entering, so therefore for all purposes he's not here.

*NYC opens the chamber and pulls a rather groggy Entity out*

Out you go! here's your card, your discount, and your election wine.

*pulls Zeb off of Emar's hand*

How's that?

Jezzrian, are you in there? It's time to come out...

C'mon, I know you're in there... I can hear you plotting...

*Zeb fits himself snugly on Corrupt's hand, and proceeds to start gnawing on the other*

*in an exceptionally evil mood, and not in a mood for being chewed, she rips Zeb off her hand and puts it on Jezzrian's hand*

I'm senior over you, Zeb. Don't EVEN try that!

*glares at NYC*

And who are YOU to break a truce?? One more thing like that, and your head goes back into the wall!!!!!

*NYC backs off, taking a quick glance at the dents in the wall from earlier head-smashings*

what truce?

*NYC dons his two trusty machine guns, and starts blasting away at Corrupt and anything near Corrupt*

I don't remember any truce...

*from the other side of the door, which, if you forgot, has been made super-strong due to earlier attempts to demolish it*

Fine--if that's how you're going to be...

*uses the remote control that she stole once again (as well as NYC's keys and cattle prod) to send a laser-guided missile to the spot where he is standing. The result is utterly catastrophic, as you might imagine, but since you cannot kill someone's virtual persona, he is only very badly hurt and unconcious in the bottom of a rather large crater.*

uhghggurrrrghhh...

*NYC has only enough strength left to lift one finger, and guess which finger that is*

[and I assumed you were out, because you were previously let out]

*comes out and looks at NYC with scorn*

Well, you know what happens when you "assume"...

well, now that you're out...

*NYC, still on his back in the crater, pulls out another gratuitously oversized machine gun and fires away*

I gotta million of 'em...

...well, half a dozen, at least...

*stands up out of the crater created from NYC's shooting spree*

*cough*

*looks at remote, intrigued by something*

Hmmmm...what does this do?

*pushes another button on that wonderful remote she stole from NYC*

*an utterly huge bolt of lightning hits NYC*

Darn, that's all that button does? Ah, well...

*throws remaining plastic explosives in NYC's crater and sends another bolt of lightning after it, which has a nicely devastating effect.*

...pain... ...streaming...through... ...my...body!
...I'll get you for this, Corrupt!

*NYC produces and opens box of hand grenades, and starts playing hot potato throwing grenade from one crater to the other*

*one grenade hits Corrupt's crater*

BOOOOOMMMM

*another hits NYC's crater and sets the remainder of the grenades off*

BoOOooOOOoooOOOOoooOOOOOooMMMmm....

Can I join in?

*NYC wakes up and takes one look at the charred and severely messed up heap he currently is, and wishes he hadn't started this fight*

*the evil one farts on NYC's head*

*wonders if she should interfere with the grenade fight, then decides to let it run its course*
sure, psycho girl! you must survive three days in that chamber with weird al's "albuquerque" playing incessantly. then you become a full-fledged, membership card carrying member of STUMPED.