Nice obscure reference that most likely only two or three other people will get, mabat. You get a cookie. gives Mabat a CureCookie
Now completely broke, Weiila desperately searched for a way out, while Starstorm and Mabat continued to con their ways into winning games and getting rides. Finally, even they got bored and tired of dragging their eighty prizes behind them.
“How do we get out of here?” asked Weiila.
“Take the river ride,” said one of the dwarves. “They’ll dump you off at the exit.”
They quickly jumped onto the river ride boat, which silently took them down a dull ride, with obviously fake obstacles blocking their way. Finally, they reached the end of the ride, where they were thrown off by dwarves.
“Please don’t forget to experience the horrors of…our gift shop,” said one dwarf, before the boat speeded off. The roof was blown clean off, revealing F. Galloway. She slowly floated down, grabbed the trio, and flew off.
“So now what?” asked Galloway.
“We can’t do anything about your…condition until F. Galloway returns,” said Poke. “So, I ordered a pizza for the time being.”
“Where’d you order from?” asked Orakio. “I didn’t think pizza places would be open this late.”
“Well, Togo’s Pizza was closed,” said Poke, “so I had to order from this new place called Torgo’s Pizza.” The door opened, and Torgo lumbered in, carrying a large pizza and accompanied by his theme music. He lumbered ever so slowly to Poke.
“Large…sausage and mushroom…thin crust,” said Torgo. “The total…comes to…$14.50.”
“Here!” said Poke, handing Torgo a fifty.
“Do you…carry anything smaller?” said Torgo. “I only…carry twenty dollars…in change.”
“I have a twenty,” said Galloway, handing Torgo a twenty and quickly taking Poke’s fifty.
“Thank you…sir,” said Torgo, handing GG the pizza. “Let me…get your change.”
“Just keep it,” said Galloway, realizing that it would take forever for Torgo to get the change.
“Thank you…very much,” said Torgo. “Let me get…your complimentary…crazy bread.” He started reaching into his pockets, but stopped when everyone screamed “NO!”
“What about our soda?” asked Poke.
“I…left it in…the car,” said Torgo. “I’ll be…right back.” He lumbered off with his theme music, as the others digged into the pizza.
“You know,” said Poke, “I ordered this two hours ago, but it’s still pretty warm.” Everyone suddenly realized what that meant, and started vomitting.
Torgo looked back from the door. “They always…do that,” he said, before continuing through the door.
(to be continued)
Galloway, you crazy bastard, I love you. Yours is one of the few stories that can still give me the jibblies without resorting to porn.
By the way, Val, what is your avatar supposed to be?
I’d wager it’s El Pollo Diablo.
It’s a demon Duck, an integral part of Plan B. What’s Plan A, you might ask? We don’t know, but we do know that Plan b is always “Go feed the Ducks.”
See, one of the ways Julia and I amuse ourselves is with our idea of this cartoon or webcomic where I am this evil overlord guy who tries to play up to nearly every stereotype of whatever Genre I’m currently working in. Except, our ideas would WORK. Anyway, so we come up with a lot of plans, and since they’d fail so much, we’d resort to Plan B: Go feed the ducks.
(Just imagine: A large, armor-clad villain leaning on a long table, and looks at everyone around with a grim look, and says, “Gentleman… it’s time for Plan B.” Suddenly cut to a little pond filled with ducks, and everyone’s throwing bread into the pond with uncertain and really confused faces. Soldier asks, “Sir, are you SURe this is Plan B?” And I respond, “It’s never Failed me before!”)
Anyway, I figure we’d go feed the ducks so often, they’d grow really fat. And since I’m an evil overlord or something, it must be demon bread I’m feeding them. So, fat demon ducks.
Okay, who here could actually understand my rambling posts? Cause I sure couldn’t.
Quack?!
Disturbing, Gallo, very much so.
Aeris: Oooh, a duck!
Joey: Mind if I feed it?
Aeris: Go ahead, lover boy.
Meanwhile at the RPG News studio pool, where lots of ducks are swimming
Gemini: Remember Duck Hunt?
Glenn: Yeah, uh, sorta.
Gemini: Well, this is Duck Hunt gone live! Shoots all of the ducks
Those ducks are under my protection, bitch! I curse you1 I CURSE YOU! I hope you get brutally raped by a serial killer, then he’s eaten by a horse, then the horse is eaten by a dolphin, then you’re raped again by the dolphin! That’s how much I hate you!
“Damn, you guys are heavy,” said F. Galloway. “I can’t believe I had to use so much energy blowing through a rock wall.” She set the rescued down, then sat on the ground. RPGCity was still burning in the distance; however, many of the flames were dying.
“The war’s over,” said F. Galloway. “All we have to do is get the treasures and stop the evil shadowy figure.”
“There’s one more problem,” said Weiila. “Take a good look at us.” F. Galloway turned…and saw that Weiila, Starstorm and Mabat were still different ages.
“You…didn’t change back,” said F. Galloway. “This is somewhat of a problem.”
“SOMEWHAT?” shouted Mabat. “Just look at me!”
“You’re adorable,” said F. Galloway. “Not as cute as Starstorm, but adorable nonetheless. What’s wrong with that?”
“…Just get us back to normal,” said Weiila, “or I’ll rip your spine out your ass.”
“Ah…well, ahem,” said F. Galloway. She quickly pointed behind the three. “Look! A demon duck!” She then activated the Kaioken and flew off.
Weiila, Mabat, and Starstorm looked at the small demon duck. “I feel so used,” it quaked.
F. Galloway landed in front of the station. Strange music was playing out of nowhere, and a big-kneed freak was slowly lumbering to a Pinto. “What a wierdo,” she said.
“Just as…God made me…maam,” said the freak.
F. Galloway entered the station. Everyone turned to face her, except for Galloway, who was busy drinking coffee. “What a night,” she said. “I save those three, and they run me off.”
“Don’t worry about it,” said GG. “They’ll come around eventually.”
“Hey, other me,” said F. Galloway, “turn around when I’m talking to you!” Galloway didn’t turn at all. F. Galloway finally marched over to him and turned him around. She took one look at his chest, and started stepping back.
“I…I think you blame me for this,” said F. Galloway.
“Well, yeah,” said Galloway. “In fact, I thought of killing you a while ago, but calmed down and decided to torture you later. Now, let’s fix this problem. Fuse with me.”
“What?” asked F. Galloway.
“Fuse with me,” said Galloway. “When you forced the seperation, the split became unstable. The only way to fix this is to fuse with me again, then unfuse naturally.”
“Can’t happen tonight,” said F. Galloway. “I’m too tired to deal with this. That, and I drained all my ki trying to break Weiila and the others out of the cave.”
(to be continued)
HAW! You get a cookie for the EGS refereance, Galloway. gives Galloway a cookie…of DOOM!
Val… I thought that is how much you hated EVERYONE!
Y’know, Gal, sometimes when I think of writing RPGC fanfics, I’m half-prepared to write 'em in your style … but there’s no WAY I can get to your level of insanity. 
Wilfredo slowly woke up the next morning. Outside, Mitchell was finishing his breakfast burrito. Suddenly,an annoying kid in a red shirt rode in on a skateboard, and stopped by Mitchell’s open window. “Are you the man from the insurance?” asked the kid.
“No,” said Mitchell.
“You came last night,” said the kid. “My mother doesn’t like you.”
“Well, I don’t like your mother,” said Mitchell.
“Why not?” asked the kid.
“Why not?” repeated Mitchell.
“No, why not?” asked the kid.
“No, why not?” repeated Mitchell.
“Why are you repeating what I say?” asked the kid.
“Why are you repeating what I say?” asked Mitchell.
“Well I’m not!” said the kid.
“Well I’m not!” said Mitchell. “Buzz off!”
“What?” asked the kid.
“What?” asked Mitchell.
“What did you say?” asked the kid.
“What did you say?” asked Mitchell.
“Did you say something?” asked the kid.
“Did you say something?” asked Mitchell. Wilfredo’s screams of agony could be heard from inside.
“You’re lying through your teeth!” said the kid.
“Buzz off!” said Mitchell.
“Buzz off!” said the kid.
“BUZZ OFF, KID!” shouted Mitchell. The kid quickly hoped back onto his skateboard and rode off, as Wilfredo approached Mitchell.
“All right,” said Wil, “why don’t you arrest me?”
“Because you want me to,” said Mitchell. “No, I don’t want you on some assault charge. I want you, and Pierson, and the shadowy figure, and the porn, and the heroin, and the whole deal!”
“Then you’ll get them,” said Wilfredo. “Do you want to come inside.”
“No!” said Mitchell. Finally, he showed some signs of intelligence.
“I give you my word that nothing will happen to you this time,” said Wilfredo. “Now let’s get back inside before that kid comes back.” They walked inside, as Wilfredo smiled to himself. Operation: Backstab was working like a charm.
Galloway, Weiila, GG, Orakio, and F. Galloway sat around the table, eating stale chocolate donuts. Finally, Galloway grabbed F. Galloway (who was still in the middle of a donut) and dragged her by the door. “Okay, we’re doing it now,” said Galloway.
“What?” asked F. Galloway. “But-but I was still eating!”
“Too bad, so sad,” said Galloway. “Now, let’s do the damn dance.”
“Fine, fine,” said F. Galloway. “Just don’t come begging for my brownies when Val shows up.” They started the Fusion Dance…only to be interrupted when the door slammed open, knocking Galloway into the wall. A very angry Weiila, Starstorm and Mabat entered, still in the wrong ages.
“I take it this is all F. Galloway’s doing,” said Poke. “It’s not like I expected any less. Whenever Galloway shows up, this crap always happens.”
“Where the hell is he?” asked Weiila.
“Be…hind the…door,” gasped Galloway.
Weiila slammed the door shut, and Galloway’s still-full figured fell forward. Weiila took one look, and started laughing…until Galloway stood back up.
“What the hell happened to you?” she asked.
“The usual,” said Galloway. “F. Galloway screwed up and turned me into a girl. Now, stop laughing, please.”
(to be continued)
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
deepbreath
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAH!
(singing) They laughed when I turned into a girl, and I killed them. Let’s see if they’ll be laughing NOOOOOOOOOW!
XD
:ulty: Now THIS, ladies and gentlemen, is why people of different genders shouldn’t Fusion Dance. :3
Mitchell leaned on the back of one of Wilfredo’s chairs, while Wilfredo poured himself a tall drink.
“I just got off the phone with Pierson,” said Wilfredo. “He’s given me an ultimatum; I have two hours to respond.”
“So what are you gonna do?” asked Mitchell.
“I’m gonna think, Mitchell!” said Wilfredo. “Then I’m going to call Pierson back and tell him it’s okay to use my port facilities. That’s where you come in. Someone in a limo will pick up their luggage before going on vacation; the stuff will be inside the suitcase. You just get the suitcase, and you get Pierson and the shadowy figure. You don’t get me, though; I repeat, you don’t get me.”
“Sounds almost too good to be true,” said Mitchell. “When does this go down?”
The group sat around eating donuts and drinking coffee. Finally, Mastermune, Gemini, and CC arrived, along with a “thanks but no thanks” note from Sinistral. “Is everyone here?” asked Poke.
“I think so,” said Weiila. “Now, what’s the plan?”
“We now know where the shadowy figure is,” said Poke. “He’s held up in the mountains, by ShaheenJim’s tomb.”
“You mean, we have to go back THERE again?” asked Starstorm.
“It’s our last chance,” said Poke. “We have to strike hard and fast, before he can slip out of RPGC completely.”
“What are we waiting for?” asked Galloway.
“That’s what I was thinking,” said Poke. “Let’s go and kick that shadowy figure’s ASS!” Everyone cheered, piled into Poke’s Keystone Cops car, and drove off.
(to be continued)
And I’m sure the phrase “be that easy” hasn’t even remotely considered the barest possibility of crossing your mind?