Mmm...

[bananacelot]

There's nothing like the feeling of slamming a long ripe banana into a well greased chamber...

[Ocelot sat on top of a mountain of fresh bananas, right in the center of one of the Nexus' halls.]

Comments

[selfesteemteam]

MAAAAAJOOOOO-

...

W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH ALL OF THOSE BANANAS?

[bananacelot]

Ocelot unit? What happened to your uniforms?

[selfesteemteam]

But... we are wearing our uniforms!

They're freshly pressed and everything!

[bananacelot]

Not those uniforms--your banana uniforms! Are we going to have to go through banana training again?

[comp_kunoichi]

[WELL. Emma wasn't sure what she was seeing, but she approached anyway. Bananas were high in potassium and other nummy nutrients, after all.]

Mind if I have one?

[bananacelot]

[Ocelot stood defensively in front of his fortress of produce.]

Hands off my bananas, you bitch.

[comp_kunoichi]

Excuse me?

[How dare you cuss at a lady like that!]

[bananacelot]

I said, HANDS OFF MY BANANAS.

[A beat.] You bitch.

[stealthykid]

[Gee mister, that doesn't sound like an appropriate use of bananas]

What's a banana genius?

[bananacelot]

ME.

I know all about bananas, about their sizes, texture, nutrients...I know bananas.

[stealthykid]

...why?

[bananacelot]

WHY NOT?

[jackassjohn]

STOP WASTING FOOD, DAMMIT!

[bananacelot]

I'M NOT WASTING IT, WE'RE BONDING!

[jackassjohn]

WHAT KIND OF GREASY CHAMBERS ARE YOU SLAMMING HELPLESS BANANAS INTO ANYWAY?

[bananacelot]

MY GREASY CHAMBER.

[musthatefrogs]

[Oh what the hell is it now? First his other self was throwing snowballs in a bout of creeping senile madness (he was settling well over that!) and now...?

He harshly huffed over, snapped a banana from the pile, and flung it at his former enemy and his ... display.]

/Are you trying to mock me since that Wolf debacle? Wasn't winning enough for you?/

[bananacelot]

[Ocelot caught the banana in one hand, smirking triumphantly before sticking it down the front of his shirt and letting out a soft moan.]

/Banana Volgin...I don't know what you're talking about, but I thought we had an agreement--don't disrespect the bananas!/

[musthatefrogs]

[Oh by the sweet and holy puckered rectum of Lenin what madness have I walked into.]

/Banana Volgin?!/

[bananacelot]

/That's your title, Banana./