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Post by hella geoff on Apr 8, 2014 21:27:58 GMT -5
Robert nodded with a smile on his non-existent face.
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Post by matrixEscapist on Apr 9, 2014 11:30:10 GMT -5
Diabla shrugged. "Let's sit down, wheat dude and... Weird guy from your pocket. Hey, wait..." She pointed at a slightly raised mound which seemed to have the sound of breathing coming from it. "... Let's throw a few leaves over it, just because."
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Post by Andrew on Apr 9, 2014 12:44:38 GMT -5
Boberro nodded, and scooted a nearby park bench over a few feet so that it was directly above the mound. Then he entered the restraunt.
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Post by matrixEscapist on Apr 9, 2014 17:12:26 GMT -5
Diabla followed him inside, tossing a handful of colorful leaves beneath the bench.
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Post by hella geoff on Apr 10, 2014 8:59:54 GMT -5
Suddenly Robert was a leaf.
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Post by Andrew on Apr 10, 2014 9:34:28 GMT -5
Boberro cussed.
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Post by matrixEscapist on Apr 10, 2014 11:09:55 GMT -5
"LANGUAGE!" Diabla scolded, covering her kitten's ears protectively.
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Post by hella geoff on Apr 10, 2014 11:56:02 GMT -5
Robert stared at the small feline before picking it up and attempting to consume it.
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Post by Andrew on Apr 10, 2014 12:46:35 GMT -5
"LANGUAGE!" screamed Boberro, preventing the cat from being eaten.
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Post by hella geoff on Apr 10, 2014 12:54:14 GMT -5
The cat was eaten anyway.
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Post by matrixEscapist on Apr 10, 2014 13:18:30 GMT -5
I'm sorry, listeners. The last piece of information you heard was not true. Cats are, apparently, liquids, and so Dziki simply melted out of Robert's mouth and reformed.
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Post by hella geoff on Apr 10, 2014 16:44:59 GMT -5
But hey, you learn something new everyday am I right? And it just so happens that I'm getting a new update on the Polish speaking lightning as we speak! The mayor has sent twenty seven of the towns best policemen to try and reason with it. When asked the purpose for its existence, it simply began uttering some strange incantations. Now I don't know what this has to do with anything in our proud city, but I think that lightning is just talking jibberish! We definitely will not all die at sundown by the wrath of Nordic flames, what a load a bologna. In other news, all citizens between the ages of fourty two and fourty nine are now blind.
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Post by matrixEscapist on Apr 10, 2014 17:01:53 GMT -5
Yes, it is unfortunate. Luckily, most of them were already dead due to the accident last week involving the motorcycle, the turtle, and the singing wombat. The remaining survivors are currently being hunted down, as is custom, and the sheriff's secret police would like to remind us that these disabilities only lead to death, seeing as- like all good citizens of Night Vale- these people were raised to run with scissors, and while this shows courage, it can cause many accidents when one is blind.
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Post by hella geoff on Apr 10, 2014 17:23:17 GMT -5
Robert was suddenly an apple.
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Post by matrixEscapist on Apr 10, 2014 17:28:45 GMT -5
"Well, that was sudden," Diabla said to Boberro and the apple.
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Post by hella geoff on Apr 10, 2014 18:08:58 GMT -5
Twelve Roberts made a circle around Boberro. The circle slowly began to close in as blood dripped from their eyeball sockets. "If your happy and you know it clap your hands." Said the Roberts simultaneously, all except one, who appeared not to be Robert, but a small, very scared, little boy. This of course was rather depressing for Robert, as he did in fact, not own, a set of hands to express his joy.
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Post by matrixEscapist on Apr 10, 2014 18:52:14 GMT -5
Well, you can't have everything, I suppose! Anyhow, Dziki bounded toward the little boy and jumped on his head. Then, obviously, Dziki melted to become hands for Robert. "That's funny, he doesn't normally take well to predators..." Diabla mused curiously.
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Post by Andrew on Apr 10, 2014 20:23:51 GMT -5
Boberro-having taken Night Vale High's "Ignoring the Supernatural and the Law 101" course as an elective- ignored Robert and told Big Rico what he wanted to eat. "And would you like spider eggs on that?" asked the man who no one made a slice like. No one. Boberro laughed. "Oh, no, Rico. You know I'm on a diet. As usual, you are trying to guilt me into breaking that diet. You never liked me Rico. You want me to develope heart problems so I will die and no longer be here, since you dislike me. Burn in hell, Big Rico. Meet your maker and burn." Then, with a sound somewhere between a cough and a chuckle, Boberro placed an appropriate amount of valid currency on the counter.
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Post by matrixEscapist on Apr 11, 2014 6:44:52 GMT -5
Diabla smiles. "I didn't know you had such good manners, Boberro. You're so kind." She then proceeds to pull a fully cooked meal from the bag she was suddenly carrying and sit down to eat.
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Post by Andrew on Apr 13, 2014 15:22:53 GMT -5
Boberro chuckles. "Oh hoho, thank you," said Boberro, raising a bloody slice of pizza to his lips. "My mother taught me well." He then swallowed, put down his pizza, and fell to his knees to give his daily prayers to the Glow Cloud.
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