Oh, it does more than just lead to the acid pit . . .
winks
Glass shattered, as the Catlips Freak sprang through a window, and onto Rickton's back. It arched his hands backward, grabbing Rickton's ears with its fingertips, and jamming its thumbs into Rickton's eyes.
"GARR! ME EYES!" Screamed Rickton.
"The mushrooms are coming up nicely, Jarvis?" Asked the Catlips Freak, as it increased the pressure on Rickton's eyes, popping them like balls of jelly.
"YAAARRR!" Screamed Rickton.
The Catlips Freak pulled its thumbs back, ripping through the top of Rickton's head, and revealing his brain through the two bleeding gashes. Rickton's skull cracked and snapped into pieces along the crevasses made by the Catlips Freak. Rickton collapsed, and the Catlips Freak removed its hands from his head, dripping with blood and grey ooze, with bits of skull still stuck to them.
"Bring in the broom like a good lass now." Explained the Catlips Freak.
Off trounced the Catlips Freak, only to return next april fools.
OOC: None of this actually happened
Dash crashed full-force into the assault shrew high command forces with his pseudoplasmablasterboffer. They die. Or bounce. Or both. Dash melts his arms off with his shield thing, and therefore drops it, and it falls to the planet's surface, burning a hole through it, coming out the other side, and beginning a butterfly orbit through the planet, eating millions of large holes through it.
This post has been edited by Dash_Merc : 06 April 2005 - 11:29 AM
The shield thingy finally comes to a rest at the center of the earth, leaving the mantle full of holes. The air in the tunnels rapidly expands, and hot blasts of steam explode up through the surface at random places, including the white house. Assault shrew high command sits back and watches in amusement, as this more than makes up for the loss of their strike force.
A keg of root beer is rolled out, and the assault shrews from high command recline in their miniature porch chairs, whilst sipping ice cold root beer from thimbles.
Dash sends a shipment of gnentically engineered super-shrews to the Assault Shrew High Command headquarters, and immediately following departure, Dash is engulfed in a stream of super-hot steam.
Little does Assault Shrew High Command know, this shipment of super-shrews are all female, so as to distract all of the straight male and bi- or homosexual female shrews from their current objective of sitting on their asses. Sipping things. From little metal fingertip protectors.