~~ Since I do not own Phantasy Star On or Offline, and have no particular
desire to do so either (an outright lie, I might add), because it seems
like a lot of paperwork to grant myself unnecessarily, you may take it as
read that this is some form of disclaimer. Though I fear I must accept
only partial responsibility for the dialogue, it's not like I copied and
posted a Chat me and my fellow lunatics had once!! I said I didn't do
that! Stop looking at me! There's a clown behind you!
I DISCLAIM IT ALL, BWA HA HA! That is all, go back about your lives, citizens~~
When last we saw our misfits and thugs, they were drinking. They still are drinking, but now have relocated to their barracks after a rather nasty fight outside a pub with a HUcast called Charlie and a HUmar apparently called 'The Dawg'. Through skill, cunning and Tabathon robot-piling the hapless Hunters, the day was won and the army were called. Luckily our 'heroes' escaped, naturally with all the items Charlie and the Dawg had on them at the time. Now, warm in the glow of comeradery and various forms of alcohol, the seven dysfunctionals have a deep and insightful conversation and no-one seems to notice that Tragedy is MORE coherent the more she drinks. Or no-one cares. Either way.
Travesty: I'm an urban girl.
Asmodeus: I'm a country girl.
Travesty: Which is irony above irony.
Tabathon: I'm a city girl.
Gideon: I'm a barbie girl
Travesty: Given that I was raised in the rural country crap.
Sam: also, in the Dome your neck hurts
Tabathon: In Soviet Russia, necks hurt YOU!
Travesty: *laughs rather loudly at this* Tabathon, hush dear.
Asmodeus: *snickering*
Travesty: *winks lustily*
Asmodeus: *has found more booze that he had hidden under his bed some time ago*
Tragedy: Oh Tabathon, I have no food.
Travesty: That was a sexual "oh Tabathon"
Asmodeus: Noooo, he's my Mighty Robot!!
Travesty: "oooh Tabathon!" *does something vaguely suggestive to his own shirt that possibly would work better if either Tragedy or Tabathon had mammary glands*
Tragedy: and I mean NO food
Travesty: "I have no food! Let me munch on your manmeat instead."
Asmodeus: Feed me!
Tragedy: I NEED FOOD
Gideon: You're a robot, you need no food!
Travesty: "MANMEAT!"
Tragedy: I think I have tea though.
Tabathon: Can't you get Asmo to sell you a tin of beans? What's wrong with you?!
Travesty: "I think I have your saliva though"
Gideon: ?
Tragedy: I can buy food tomorrow after we come back from SQUEEE KILL MAIM BURN! *bounces around for a while and then calms down* I can wait until then.
Asmodeus: You jest, Vending Machine, but you know I'd throw it across the street for her.
Travesty: "Can I taste your saliva tomorrow"
Gideon: ??
Tragedy: I'd like to see you try, Asmo, seriously I would. It'd be funneh to see how many pedestrians you'd bounce it off before it got to me. ^________^
Travesty: "I'd like to see your cock. Seriously I would."
Gideon: ???
Asmodeus: Nah, seriously, Traj, if you come over here I can give you a can of beans and half a loaf of bread.
Tragedy: I have not one to show you *turning to Travesty with a puzzled expression*
Asmodeus: well that one was self explanatory. *takes off his boot and fishes inside for his cigarettes*
Travesty: "I have no cock to show you. Therefore I want to judge yours"
Gideon: ??????? ah fuck this
Tragedy: I now fear Travesteeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!one
Asmodeus: you only just started?
Travesty: "I fear your manmeat"
Tragedy: I fear most people.
Travesty: I'm not at ALL sexually starved.
Tabathon: Trav's that translation machine from Mars Attacks.
Tragedy: Which explains my code name in the Hunter's Guild
Sam: What? Nervous Sack Of Nerves?
Tragedy: Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! Sammy remembered it!!!!!
Travesty: *laughing at Tabathon*
Asmodeus: *also laughing at Tabathon, though this is usual for him*
Travesty: "We come in peace" . . . hehehe 'come' . . . "BANG, BANG!"
Asmodeus: *laughing loudly*
Travesty: hehehehe, they said 'bang bang'!
Sam: Tickled you, did it?
Travesty: Not as much as you can!!
Hio: *sprays air-freshener around, as the smell of two robots, three healthy males and Travesty has made the room a little pungent*
Asmo: *has an unlit cigarette in his mouth and a baseball cap on backwards* Hey Trav, how about we set you up on a date at some point?
Travesty: Oh gawd!! Last time you guys did that I ended with a Bag Rappy Dominatrix. And she was female!
Gideon: *looking at the hunter manual* It says here that they're called Rag Rappies.
Tabathon: Shut up, sword-wielding fleshbag! As a Mighty Robot, I think 'Rag Rappy' sounds like something stupid, whereas 'Bag Rappy' is ZANY!
Tragedy: Eeeee!! Asmo is so cool!! *glomps Asmodeus and clings to him*
Asmo: *is too drunk to pretend he doesn't like Tragedy* Aww, you're so sweet. Here you go, that tin of beans I promised you. And here, have this. I hacked open a monster to get this just for you. *pulls a huge rifle out from under his bed and hands it to Tragedy with the tin of beans*
Tragedy: *_* eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Asmo is so good to meeeeee!! *snuggles the rifle* Look Tabathon, look what my happy Asmo gave me!!!
*it must be noted at this point that Tragedy is possibly the only person to have ever described Asmo as 'happy'*
Tabathon: Tell me not what that scumbag does to win your devotion, you fool! He stole that off me while I was making room for it in my pack!! As a Mighty Robot, I RESENT his favouritism!
Asmo: *doting on Tragedy and ignoring Tabathon*
Sam: . . . (I need to tell Hio about my transfer, but it's so noisy in here with all the guys drunk. Man, I wish I had a little more time. And a world of monsters between her and me. Maybe I shouldn't tell her tonight. She'll just make a scene and then Asmo'll take her side and Tragedy will do whatever Asmo's doing and it'll be a mess all round. It's probably best I say nothing. Yeah)
Hio: Stop spoiling her, Asmo!
Asmo: But she's so CUTE!
Sam: (They'll never let me go though . . . I know, I can live a SECRET DOUBLE LIFE! No-one need ever know!)
Travesty: Oh Sammy, what was that little smile for?
Sam: Hmm? Oh, I just thought of something.
Travesty: Oh. Was it DIRTY?? *eyes light up*
Sam: No, not really.
Travesty: How dull. Hey Tabby, want me to oil your joints?
Tabathon: YOU SAID YOU'D NEVER ASK THAT IN PUBLIC, HOW CAN I EVER TRUST YOU AGAIN!? *runs out*
Travesty: Tabathon!! *runs out after him*
Gideon: They're awfully close aren't they?
Asmo: 'Awfully' is the best way of describing it.
Gideon: They're such good friends.
Hio: Yes ... friends ...
Gideon: *notices that his mag is trying to hump the toaster* OH GOD, WOULD YOU STOP THAT?? THE POWER SOCKET IS THERE, THERE I TELL YOU!! *tries to urge the mag back over to where the others are charging quietly but it clings to him desperately*
Asmo: ... I'm not sure whether to congratulate you on having a loving mag, or beat you over the head for having the STUPIDEST mag of all time.
Gideon: *clings to his mag protectively* It's special!
Hio: Special Ed maybe.
Asmo: In my day it was just called 'RETARDED'.
Sam: And when was your day, Asmo?
Asmo: Never you mind!
Hio: *aside to Sam* he's sensitive about his age. Note that for future ammunition.
Sam: Yes ma'am.
Asmo: I can hear you you know, you're only two feet away from me!
Hio: In Soviet Union, me two feet from YOU!
Asmo: All right, that's it! Tickle attack! *leaps up and tackles Hio around the middle, making them both crash to the floor where they wrestle, neither appearing to be a clear winner in the tickling and shrieks of laughter that follow*
Sam: *shudder* This wasn't what I needed.
Gideon: Um, Samael, could you help get Tragedy off my leg.
Sam: *looks over and grimaces at the sight of Gideon's arm being humped by his mag and his leg being humped by Tragedy* ... I need some air. And a sander for my eyes. *gets up to escape*
Gideon: NOOO! SAVE ME FIRST! SOMEONE!! ... ... ... anyone? Crap.
I DISCLAIM IT ALL, BWA HA HA! That is all, go back about your lives, citizens~~
When last we saw our misfits and thugs, they were drinking. They still are drinking, but now have relocated to their barracks after a rather nasty fight outside a pub with a HUcast called Charlie and a HUmar apparently called 'The Dawg'. Through skill, cunning and Tabathon robot-piling the hapless Hunters, the day was won and the army were called. Luckily our 'heroes' escaped, naturally with all the items Charlie and the Dawg had on them at the time. Now, warm in the glow of comeradery and various forms of alcohol, the seven dysfunctionals have a deep and insightful conversation and no-one seems to notice that Tragedy is MORE coherent the more she drinks. Or no-one cares. Either way.
Travesty: I'm an urban girl.
Asmodeus: I'm a country girl.
Travesty: Which is irony above irony.
Tabathon: I'm a city girl.
Gideon: I'm a barbie girl
Travesty: Given that I was raised in the rural country crap.
Sam: also, in the Dome your neck hurts
Tabathon: In Soviet Russia, necks hurt YOU!
Travesty: *laughs rather loudly at this* Tabathon, hush dear.
Asmodeus: *snickering*
Travesty: *winks lustily*
Asmodeus: *has found more booze that he had hidden under his bed some time ago*
Tragedy: Oh Tabathon, I have no food.
Travesty: That was a sexual "oh Tabathon"
Asmodeus: Noooo, he's my Mighty Robot!!
Travesty: "oooh Tabathon!" *does something vaguely suggestive to his own shirt that possibly would work better if either Tragedy or Tabathon had mammary glands*
Tragedy: and I mean NO food
Travesty: "I have no food! Let me munch on your manmeat instead."
Asmodeus: Feed me!
Tragedy: I NEED FOOD
Gideon: You're a robot, you need no food!
Travesty: "MANMEAT!"
Tragedy: I think I have tea though.
Tabathon: Can't you get Asmo to sell you a tin of beans? What's wrong with you?!
Travesty: "I think I have your saliva though"
Gideon: ?
Tragedy: I can buy food tomorrow after we come back from SQUEEE KILL MAIM BURN! *bounces around for a while and then calms down* I can wait until then.
Asmodeus: You jest, Vending Machine, but you know I'd throw it across the street for her.
Travesty: "Can I taste your saliva tomorrow"
Gideon: ??
Tragedy: I'd like to see you try, Asmo, seriously I would. It'd be funneh to see how many pedestrians you'd bounce it off before it got to me. ^________^
Travesty: "I'd like to see your cock. Seriously I would."
Gideon: ???
Asmodeus: Nah, seriously, Traj, if you come over here I can give you a can of beans and half a loaf of bread.
Tragedy: I have not one to show you *turning to Travesty with a puzzled expression*
Asmodeus: well that one was self explanatory. *takes off his boot and fishes inside for his cigarettes*
Travesty: "I have no cock to show you. Therefore I want to judge yours"
Gideon: ??????? ah fuck this
Tragedy: I now fear Travesteeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!one
Asmodeus: you only just started?
Travesty: "I fear your manmeat"
Tragedy: I fear most people.
Travesty: I'm not at ALL sexually starved.
Tabathon: Trav's that translation machine from Mars Attacks.
Tragedy: Which explains my code name in the Hunter's Guild
Sam: What? Nervous Sack Of Nerves?
Tragedy: Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! Sammy remembered it!!!!!
Travesty: *laughing at Tabathon*
Asmodeus: *also laughing at Tabathon, though this is usual for him*
Travesty: "We come in peace" . . . hehehe 'come' . . . "BANG, BANG!"
Asmodeus: *laughing loudly*
Travesty: hehehehe, they said 'bang bang'!
Sam: Tickled you, did it?
Travesty: Not as much as you can!!
Hio: *sprays air-freshener around, as the smell of two robots, three healthy males and Travesty has made the room a little pungent*
Asmo: *has an unlit cigarette in his mouth and a baseball cap on backwards* Hey Trav, how about we set you up on a date at some point?
Travesty: Oh gawd!! Last time you guys did that I ended with a Bag Rappy Dominatrix. And she was female!
Gideon: *looking at the hunter manual* It says here that they're called Rag Rappies.
Tabathon: Shut up, sword-wielding fleshbag! As a Mighty Robot, I think 'Rag Rappy' sounds like something stupid, whereas 'Bag Rappy' is ZANY!
Tragedy: Eeeee!! Asmo is so cool!! *glomps Asmodeus and clings to him*
Asmo: *is too drunk to pretend he doesn't like Tragedy* Aww, you're so sweet. Here you go, that tin of beans I promised you. And here, have this. I hacked open a monster to get this just for you. *pulls a huge rifle out from under his bed and hands it to Tragedy with the tin of beans*
Tragedy: *_* eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Asmo is so good to meeeeee!! *snuggles the rifle* Look Tabathon, look what my happy Asmo gave me!!!
*it must be noted at this point that Tragedy is possibly the only person to have ever described Asmo as 'happy'*
Tabathon: Tell me not what that scumbag does to win your devotion, you fool! He stole that off me while I was making room for it in my pack!! As a Mighty Robot, I RESENT his favouritism!
Asmo: *doting on Tragedy and ignoring Tabathon*
Sam: . . . (I need to tell Hio about my transfer, but it's so noisy in here with all the guys drunk. Man, I wish I had a little more time. And a world of monsters between her and me. Maybe I shouldn't tell her tonight. She'll just make a scene and then Asmo'll take her side and Tragedy will do whatever Asmo's doing and it'll be a mess all round. It's probably best I say nothing. Yeah)
Hio: Stop spoiling her, Asmo!
Asmo: But she's so CUTE!
Sam: (They'll never let me go though . . . I know, I can live a SECRET DOUBLE LIFE! No-one need ever know!)
Travesty: Oh Sammy, what was that little smile for?
Sam: Hmm? Oh, I just thought of something.
Travesty: Oh. Was it DIRTY?? *eyes light up*
Sam: No, not really.
Travesty: How dull. Hey Tabby, want me to oil your joints?
Tabathon: YOU SAID YOU'D NEVER ASK THAT IN PUBLIC, HOW CAN I EVER TRUST YOU AGAIN!? *runs out*
Travesty: Tabathon!! *runs out after him*
Gideon: They're awfully close aren't they?
Asmo: 'Awfully' is the best way of describing it.
Gideon: They're such good friends.
Hio: Yes ... friends ...
Gideon: *notices that his mag is trying to hump the toaster* OH GOD, WOULD YOU STOP THAT?? THE POWER SOCKET IS THERE, THERE I TELL YOU!! *tries to urge the mag back over to where the others are charging quietly but it clings to him desperately*
Asmo: ... I'm not sure whether to congratulate you on having a loving mag, or beat you over the head for having the STUPIDEST mag of all time.
Gideon: *clings to his mag protectively* It's special!
Hio: Special Ed maybe.
Asmo: In my day it was just called 'RETARDED'.
Sam: And when was your day, Asmo?
Asmo: Never you mind!
Hio: *aside to Sam* he's sensitive about his age. Note that for future ammunition.
Sam: Yes ma'am.
Asmo: I can hear you you know, you're only two feet away from me!
Hio: In Soviet Union, me two feet from YOU!
Asmo: All right, that's it! Tickle attack! *leaps up and tackles Hio around the middle, making them both crash to the floor where they wrestle, neither appearing to be a clear winner in the tickling and shrieks of laughter that follow*
Sam: *shudder* This wasn't what I needed.
Gideon: Um, Samael, could you help get Tragedy off my leg.
Sam: *looks over and grimaces at the sight of Gideon's arm being humped by his mag and his leg being humped by Tragedy* ... I need some air. And a sander for my eyes. *gets up to escape*
Gideon: NOOO! SAVE ME FIRST! SOMEONE!! ... ... ... anyone? Crap.