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Who: THE BABBY AND THE RAIL TRACER. AND OTHERS...PROBABLY.
Where: ANYWHERE
When: RIGHT NOW!!!
Rating: AWESOME
Summary: kawaii desu neko-chans trebuchet yo no entendo el nino les miserables
the log: ( WITH ALL THE STRENGTH OF A MILLION POLAR BEARS )
Where: ANYWHERE
When: RIGHT NOW!!!
Rating: AWESOME
Summary: kawaii desu neko-chans trebuchet yo no entendo el nino les miserables
the log: ( WITH ALL THE STRENGTH OF A MILLION POLAR BEARS )
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What is your worst nightmare, you may ask? Well, let me describe it to you:
Orcas.
"But Linda!" you might say, "I'm really scared of __insert some bullshit here___ I've got picture of me and Shamu on my wall!" Well, I'm here to tell you that you're wrong.
Dead wrong.
That isn't a picture of "Shamu." It's the picture of a killer. A killer whale. And you know it.
Because mankind was an inherent fear of orcas. Swimming in the depths of your subconscious, battering away at the ice floe your tiny, insignificant, terrified mind clings to. No matter how much money you have, no matter your position in society, no matter your parents, your home, your car, your education-- it's waiting. It's always waiting.
And the Teutonic Order knows this. In his language, they have a special name for these demons of the sea. "Satan." Thus, he decided that he would prepare for the inevitable arrival of these blood-thirsty fiendsBy ( ... )
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He corrected as he watched his Christian brother closely. Observing with eyes that only a swordfish can posses. Because, dear readers, swordfishes are the beautiful mermaids of the Baltic Sea. And are the glorious saviors of the sea for they are the only ones that can spear a killer whale with one mighty swoop of their pointy nose sword things on the front of their vampire face.
'Vampires! This isn't Edward FUCKING Cullen. There are no sparkles what the fuck is this shit!?' Well dear readers, swordfishes are escaped space fishes. That look like vampires.
SPEAKING OF FISH. Latvia pondered over his problems while watching the babby. Plena anguillis est navis volans mea. Thought the Latvian. HOW WOULD HE EVER FIX HIS EEL PROBLEM WITH HIS HOVERCRAFT?
"You have to promise m-me that you'll be careful, o-okay?"
HE DID NOT WANT HIS BROTHER TO BE HARMED BY THE EEL ANGELS OF THE SATAN FISH.
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America is out in this land of trebuchets drowning his woes over Japan's death by collecting more washers, dryers, and washing accessories.
He is carrying a washing machine on his shoulder when he happens across the Rail Tracer and Little Prussia.
Blink.
Blink.
Don't blink.
"Sup?" he says oh-so-eloquently. When deciphered by only the most academic of minds, this greeting can be translated into three sentences:
1) Alas! Thy bestie hath been slain by the Beast Below (Capitalism). I am in despair!
2) I MUST FOCUS ONCE AGAIN ON THE RAIL TRACER. IT IS MY QUEST.
3) What the fuck are you guys doing ( ... )
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A trebuchet, like I described before, transcends time, space, and even your mother and the sparkle in her eye. While, yes, it was useful during the Middle Ages, it's also useful during Spring Party Weekend-- an effective deterrent to keep drunks off your lawn (believe me)! Here, it is useful in launching things into people's windows at Marshal.
Which is why, when the wee petit babby sees upper-half of the New World lumbering lumberjackingly with quite the grandiose, shiny-shiny, the Teutonic Order demands:
"METAL TAX. GIVE THAT HERE."
As for the language barrier, it's 1:45 in the morning. I don't fucking care at this point.
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