[video] A good day to die.
[Some of you may have noticed a lack of Barry for the past few weeks. That's because he's been preoccupied.
Humuculi attacks? Roy versus Envy? These are the affairs of mere insects. Barry has involved himself in a very important issue. Something whose outcome may shake the very foundations of all creation. And that issue is....
...trying to plan a wedding in the park. The feed comes on to show Barry standing infront of a row of what appears to be aliens from the planet of hot lesbian amazon women in the skimpiest bridesmaid dresses you've ever seen and an alien tailor. Barry is not pleased.]
NO NO NO NO NO!! The bride requested the dresses in SALMON! Those are clearly PINK!
But Mr. Barry! I've been over the colour pallets a hundred times! I can't see the difference!
MORON!! Those dresses are pink! This... [He pulls a dead salmon out of his poncho] IS SALMON!! [He then proceeds to whack the tailor across the face with it so hard that it sends him flying.] NOW GET OUT OF HERE! And don't come back until those Bridesmaid dresses are salmon! SHOO! SHOO!
[The alien amazon women run off terrified and the tailor is unconscious. As soon as they leave the feed, another alien comes running up with an ice sculpture on a wheelie cart.]
Mr. Barry! Mr. Barry! I got the ice sculpture you asked for!!
IDIOT!! I ASKED FOR A SWAN! THAT'S A GOOSE!
Wha-!? But what's the difference!?
A swan is a gay goose! DOES THAT GOOSE LOOK HOMOSEXUAL TO YOU!?
Um.. well... a little?
NO! NOW DON'T COME BACK UNTIL THAT GOOSE IS FABULOUS!
[As the poor man scurries off, another alien, this one a caterer, comes on screen.]
Mr. Barry! I got the two dozen chickens for the wedding dinner!
IMBECILE! The groom's allergic to chicken! This is an all beef wedding! We need cows!
But what are we going to do with the chickens!?
[Barry responds with a backhand across the face that knocks him off his feet.]
FUCK! THE CHICKENS! GO OUT AND GET ME SOME COWS! AND IF YOU CAN'T, THEN TELL THOSE CHICKENS TO HAVE SOME AMBITION AND BECOME COWS! DO I MAKE MYSELF PERFECTLY CLEAR!?
YES MR. BARRY! OF COURSE MR. BARRY!!
Go Go GO GO GOOOOOO!!!!
[The caterer runs off leaving Barry to fume for a few seconds. Finally, the silence is broken by the ringing of the phone.]
That had BETTER be the gazebo delivery guy, and it had BETTER be good news!
[He stomps towards the phone which is behind the guide, and unknowingly stomps on the guide, cutting off the feed.]
(OOC: Okay, so, I've been wanting to do something like this with Barry for a long time (don't ask why) and when I saw the Wedding coordinator job, I just had to pounce like a lion. Of course, as you all know, my timing sucks, so most of the FMA cast probably won't be responding with the shit that's been going down. Also, I'm also going to try my best to whip Barry back into his former glory. Tails, I will get back to that Hibana thread I dropped hundreds of years ago hopefully sometime before the night is done. That's all. Feel free to have your characters react in the usual manner.)
Humuculi attacks? Roy versus Envy? These are the affairs of mere insects. Barry has involved himself in a very important issue. Something whose outcome may shake the very foundations of all creation. And that issue is....
...trying to plan a wedding in the park. The feed comes on to show Barry standing infront of a row of what appears to be aliens from the planet of hot lesbian amazon women in the skimpiest bridesmaid dresses you've ever seen and an alien tailor. Barry is not pleased.]
NO NO NO NO NO!! The bride requested the dresses in SALMON! Those are clearly PINK!
But Mr. Barry! I've been over the colour pallets a hundred times! I can't see the difference!
MORON!! Those dresses are pink! This... [He pulls a dead salmon out of his poncho] IS SALMON!! [He then proceeds to whack the tailor across the face with it so hard that it sends him flying.] NOW GET OUT OF HERE! And don't come back until those Bridesmaid dresses are salmon! SHOO! SHOO!
[The alien amazon women run off terrified and the tailor is unconscious. As soon as they leave the feed, another alien comes running up with an ice sculpture on a wheelie cart.]
Mr. Barry! Mr. Barry! I got the ice sculpture you asked for!!
IDIOT!! I ASKED FOR A SWAN! THAT'S A GOOSE!
Wha-!? But what's the difference!?
A swan is a gay goose! DOES THAT GOOSE LOOK HOMOSEXUAL TO YOU!?
Um.. well... a little?
NO! NOW DON'T COME BACK UNTIL THAT GOOSE IS FABULOUS!
[As the poor man scurries off, another alien, this one a caterer, comes on screen.]
Mr. Barry! I got the two dozen chickens for the wedding dinner!
IMBECILE! The groom's allergic to chicken! This is an all beef wedding! We need cows!
But what are we going to do with the chickens!?
[Barry responds with a backhand across the face that knocks him off his feet.]
FUCK! THE CHICKENS! GO OUT AND GET ME SOME COWS! AND IF YOU CAN'T, THEN TELL THOSE CHICKENS TO HAVE SOME AMBITION AND BECOME COWS! DO I MAKE MYSELF PERFECTLY CLEAR!?
YES MR. BARRY! OF COURSE MR. BARRY!!
Go Go GO GO GOOOOOO!!!!
[The caterer runs off leaving Barry to fume for a few seconds. Finally, the silence is broken by the ringing of the phone.]
That had BETTER be the gazebo delivery guy, and it had BETTER be good news!
[He stomps towards the phone which is behind the guide, and unknowingly stomps on the guide, cutting off the feed.]
(OOC: Okay, so, I've been wanting to do something like this with Barry for a long time (don't ask why) and when I saw the Wedding coordinator job, I just had to pounce like a lion. Of course, as you all know, my timing sucks, so most of the FMA cast probably won't be responding with the shit that's been going down. Also, I'm also going to try my best to whip Barry back into his former glory. Tails, I will get back to that Hibana thread I dropped hundreds of years ago hopefully sometime before the night is done. That's all. Feel free to have your characters react in the usual manner.)