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The Jellied Ham, LIVES!!
We are heading through the Meat Sector, north past the Bologna Quadrant, over! Who's with me, over!
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I'll take point, you keep the flanks in line.
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I'm in...
I'll get the caseings for the sausages! (I have no idea what i got my self into...) |
I'll get the unknown substance for the head cheese! you grab the imitation real pig stomaches!
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Got the stomaches, I'll clear the Nothern turkey corridor but I need some one clear the east Ham Sector, I'm gonna need some help from somebody.. Over..
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I am LOST whats going on did I miss somthing
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Oh, no. What have you started now?
I guess I'll join up and head off for the east Ham Sector. Someone get me the salami rockets! |
/me pulls out CO2 cannon and loads in sausage shells.
Hey, you're going to need a weapons officer. :D |
Incoming kielbasa torpedoes at twelve O' clock! Duck!
No! I meant get down! Get this darn feathered noisemaker off me! Why hasn't it been plucked and cooked yet?!!!!!! You people know I'm no good with raw meat! |
/me sees something glowing coming at him.
Ahh! A ham that's been basted to radioactive levels (a la Marge Simpson). /me jumps in time to be grabbed by Jeff riding his salami rocket. A few seconds later, there is a nuclear explosion from underneath them. |
I'm reading high E Coli levels within the T-Bone Perimeter, over! Trashed20, give me some Breadcrumb Cannon cover-fire! I'm going in with Salty Seasonings, over!
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Okay, I've got you covered. Watch out for the McMeat product coming in from your right!
Oh no! Jeff and FIRSTnut are going down in the salmonella zone! send out the rescue squad! Oh wait, they're pulling out of thier spin. Nice flyin' boys! |
can i bring the....ummm....turkey?! lol....:D
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This is Commander Nut to P.S.S. Bacon, rendezvous with the salami rocket 2 klicks out of orbit fast!
/me holds on as the rocket heads straight up. |
Okay boys, let's give P.S.S. Bacon some cover! He's got a date to keep.
Dang! I'm out of breadcrumbs. Trashed 20, do you have any ammo left? |
What are supposed to do now, man!? Game over, man! Game over!
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/Me bows her head in brief respect. Sniffles pathetically.
Mbiddy has fallen. He never saw that ground round grenade coming. Come on gang, let's win this one for our fallen comerade. /Me sniffs again before returning to my breadcrumb cannon. |
My Breadcrumb gun jammed and jellied up! Its no use.. over!
Wait, I found this in my pocket: http://images.google.com/images?q=tb...5/pics/bfg.jpg It's not over yet gang! |
/me takes a moment to think of inspirational speech to rally troops.
He was a good solider, in fact he was a great solider. I would have been proud to have layed down cover-fire for him. But that is all in the past now. We must hold our heads up high and fight like there is no tomorrow, We must win it for Mbiddy and we must win it for the world becuase each and every person on this planet is rooting for us. ( tear rolls down cheek ) Can you feel it? NOW!!! LETS GET THOSE MUTHA FRANKS WHO DID THIS TOO HIM AND MAKE THEM PAY!!!!!!!!! CHARGE!!!!!!!! |
Mastercard or Visa?
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Actually, I think I'm going to be ok, over.
But NONTHELESS!! We need a plan, before we all suffer a MEATY FATE! over! There's rumored to be a seventeen foot strip of bacon lurking somewhere in the BOLONEY TRIANGLE east of the Ham Sector, over! I think I'm going to need reinforcements, over! These porky parts won't get the best of me, over! Call the President, over. We might need to use THE ATOMIC BRATWURST, over! |
not the atomic brawtwerst! that'll kill all the squirrels and us with it! Are you mad... over!
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whoa they need to start the game earlier you guys are board but, everyone get on board my oscar-myer weiner-mobile complete with salomi rocket launcher and 14in meatball cannon
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Sorry i'm late, captian. The general is furious on how the situation has been handled so far, but screw him he's not here fighting. What's our situation?
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Cloudy with a chance of meetballs!
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Guys! 2 Lamb Chop fighters at twelve o'colck!
/me aims CO2 cannon and fires a round. The round hits one fighter, blowing it up. The other fighter is on our tail gaining. Faster Jeff! Where is the Bacon? The salami rocket makes it out of the atmosphere only to find an enemy silver platter (carrier), 3 veal cruisers, and 2 rib destroyers. |
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Don't worry General EisenWeiner is bring back-up complete with 8 m-2 meatloaf tanks these could even the odds |
Watch out Mr.Volcano, AWAC is reporting 12 pot roast choppers coming your way, armed to the bones! :eek:
I'm launching in the Frankfurt-16 fighter, armed with bread crumb and stuffing missiles, and sausage link machine guns. Over. |
/me hands FIRSTnut a bacon bomb.
I'll run back to the depot and get salami Sea SLAMS. |
Jeff, head toward the silver platter!
/me catches the floating bacon bomb, and prepares it. Reloads the CO2 Cannon. Jeff says that he has a fix on a shield generator and a reactor, and heads toward the carrier, now launching fighters. /me tosses, to the best of one's ability in a vacuum, the bacon bomb. It hits with a big explosion, causing a flicker, signalling the failing of the energy shields. The explosion exposed the reactor! Move in closer! /me fires a sausage shell at the reactor, blowing up the silver platter. I dub thee, sausagezooka! /me sees Jeff's viewscreen. There's something big coming this way! |
What is it Captian Nut? can you make it out?
I hope it's not the dreaded soyburger meteor! |
Aren't those equipped with the Veggie Burger Brigade?
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No. It's...
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Thats No Moon Thats A Space Station -
This just in ~~ we are in trouble the deth ball just dropped out of oven space and prepares its main cannon and has targeted our base i am launching T(bone)-Wing fighters gotta take out the vent shaft with brawtwerst torpedeos |
/me hops in to my Modified T-Wing goes thorugh checklist and ion launches from the bay
This is Officer wheel reporting my Bratwerst cannons are stuffed and ready Over. /me Begins decent into narrow vent shaft dodging meatball bombs as I go. I am now engaging hyper speed and aiming for vent shafts. /me Fires cannons, scoring a direct hit in to the vent shaft of the death ball. Officer wheel repoting I have scored a direct hit I'm pulling out and returing to base. |
Weapons log of P.S.S. Bacon shows weapons unsuccessfully fired at the Death Meatball. Death Meatball ETA: 3 hours, 27 minutes.
Captain, hot dog drop pods are ready, and all Frankfurter Battlemech and tank squads aboard report ready for drop. /me watches as hot dog drop pods fire from the underside of the ship toward the planet. |
It's a trap!
Our cruisers can't repel firepower of that magnitude! |
Everyone this is Hq I need back up Charlie has sent in their special ops :the Navy Squeals I need help
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Yeah, well we're not any better up here either. We've got what we can going to the surface. That's as good as backup seems right now.
/me hits a button. The Bacon fires a laser at one of the veal cruisers. |
/Me slides up alongside the Bacon in a rusty canned ham barge. There is a mysterious object bulging under a tarp.
The professor has just released his lates invention to us, and not a minute too soon. /me yanks the tarp back with a flourish. Gentlemen! I give you professoer shake'n Bake's....TENDERIZER! We need a skilled pilot to fly this thing into the enemy's bowels. Are there any volunteers? |
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