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God? I play dice with God..... for fun. I can travel between universes and even dimensions. Plus, we have Jack Simth.

Oh and btw, God always loses when we play dice..... I hear he practices a lot, but he can't devote much of his free time to practice since some guy named Einstein rants at him contonuously saying he should stop.

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O.o

We could just have a ground campain, with much more BLAM!

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Or an orbital plasma carpet-bombing like the last time, with more.....

zzzzhhiiiiiiiIIIIIIIINGBOOOM

as the plasma bombs fall.

edit: repaired mispeled end bolt kode.

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Hmmm...

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puke raps on the table where he is sitting, and a FBW scurries off to fetch him another pint of Spaten.

"you know, i dont think these Won-Ton chaps appreciate cartoon violence, creative writing, and the obsolecense of technological destructive devices.

"You see, missiles, nukes, orbital bombardment, and assorted sundry methods of mass destruction just dont work here." puke muses as another orbital plasma bolt is fired from one of SIU's warships, dispersing harmlessly in the magical aura about the Cantina. "Theres no trumping here, so pull that poker out of Ashton's tooshie, and throw a creampie."

And with that final remark, puke downs his pint, slams the glass on the table, produces a high caliber Thompson Contender by legerdomain, and procedes to blow a six-inch hole in SIU's chest.

The gaping wound splatters GT a bit, whom had been standing on the other side of him at the time, and dripps a little on the floor. SIU's blinks at the cavernous hole in his chest, but is otherwise unaffected by the trauma.

puke puts his Tompson away, and raps on the table for another pint of Spaten.

"Now you see how a pie would have been more effective, as at least you would have been temporarily blinded by the cream in your eyes. Go get a mop, son. You're leaking on the floor."

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I am safe, and untouched by GrowlTigger...

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Perhaps...

RD welcomes the return to the natural order and winds up a small jack in the box between his hands. It plays a musical ditty, shudders and launches a spring loaded boxing glove at ashtons face. The actual impact is shrouded by the gigantic colourful letters of "BLAM!"

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Wow, that must have went a long way to go all the way into space...

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The great Furry one is Back . (about time you feline we missed you and your red hot poker http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/smilies/happy.gif )

Mac watches his essance as it continues to cling to one of the leaders of the insideious Won Ton Joint down the street. It appears that the anatamy under the ooozzze is starting to shimmer, shake and smoke .... little did those of little understanding in the Won Ton know of the disabased power that lays in hiding within the confines of this illustrious and mysterious cantina. Nor have they yet realized the full wrath of the furry one and his murderous minions of anguish.

(Glad to hear that the Mrs and little Miss are doing well, Spoiled by the big kat I'll bet http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/smilies/happy.gif )

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The gaping hole in Strategia's chest closes itself. The bits and pieces of him crawled back to him over the floor (but the ones on GT's suit remained fimrly where they are). His eyes begin to glow eerily, a circular breeze blows around him suddenly and he levitates himself into the air.

With a resounding voice, he speaks.

"Fools! You should know better than to assault me, who toys with God for fun! Let the wrath of all dimensions fall upon....." *COUGH COUGH HACK COUGH*

Coughing loudly, he drops to the floor. His eyes are normal again, and the breeze has died.

"Sorry..... breathed in a dust bunny."