A great disturbance in the Force, and other reactions.

[last_master]

[Millitimed to right after the big booms.]

The last time Obi-Wan felt anything like this, nearly two thousand million voices had just cried out in terror and immediately fallen silent. It's the purely physical component of the blast that actually knocks him out of his seat, but it wouldn't have been able to do but for the psychic clobbering.

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Strong Bad

[oldcountryuncle]

A small white terrier shakes himself off. "Ugh, I know," he says. "Just this once, I'd like to end up taking a vacation somewhere that DOESN'T almost kill me."

He takes a few good sniffs at the Cheat. "Geez, what breed are you? Some kind of mutant dog?"

Borgel's dog whose name the mun can't remember

[ilko_skevuld]

The dog-rat-type thing elevates its snout. "For your information," it explains haughtily, "I am a The Cheat. Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?"

Re: Borgel's dog whose name the mun can't remember

[oldcountryuncle]

"Sorry," Fafner says. "Haven't met a The Cheat before."

He leans his head toward an old bald man drinking a foul black stout. "See that old guy over there? That's my master right there. Borgel's his name. The snot-nosed fat kid next to him is his nephew."

OOC: Am operating on the assumption that dogs can speak The Cheat.

Re: Fafner, cont'd, making reasonable assumptions

[ilko_skevuld]

"Not surprised. We're a pretty rare breed, as species go."

The Cheat looks at the old guy. "He looks like a soft touch. So's my person; he just tries not to show it." He flaps an arm toward the wrestleman, who's working on a Cold One.

Re: Fafner, cont'd, making reasonable assumptions

[oldcountryuncle]

"Huh," Fafner says. "He always have those boxing gloves on his hands?"

They don't look very conducive to scritches.

Re: Fafner, still making reasonable assumptions

[ilko_skevuld]

"Actually, those are his hands. Or what he uses for hands, anyway. I've never seen him take 'em off, but he does okay."

[oldcountryuncle]

"That sounds like a difficult thing to manage," he says. "Then again, a dog's mouth isn't exactly conducive to talking either, and I'm doing okay."

[ilko_skevuld]

"I envy you, dude. Most people get more sense of how I'm feeling than they do what I'm saying. Strong Bad keeps up all right," he indicates the wrestleman again, "but that's mainly 'cause he knows me so well."

[oldcountryuncle]

"Well, I can only talk when I'm traveling through time, space, and the other with my master," he says. "When I'm back home, I can only growl and bark. It's even more frustrating once you get used to talking. Meaning you've probably got it better than me most of the time."

[ilko_skevuld]

"Ow! I can imagine!" Shrug. "I guess we all have our problems. Like not being sure what 'the other' is if it's not time or space."

[oldcountryuncle]

"Yeah, I'm not really sure, either." He tries to remember what it was Borgel said about it.

"I think my person has always said something like 'time is like a map of New Jersey, space is like a poppy seed bagel, and the other is like a mixed salad with only one ingredient you like in it.'"

[ilko_skevuld]

"...does your person talk like that all the time? And if so, does the name 'Homsar' mean anything to you?"

[oldcountryuncle]

"Well, he gives explanations for why they're like all those things, though I can't remember them off the top of my head," he says. "But yeah, sometimes he talks total nonsense.

"Who's Homsar?"

Argh. Redone with HTML *not* MUNGed until no good.

[ilko_skevuld]

"Just this guy back in my world who speaks his own private language that only sounds like our Earth languages. To give you a gratis example, he's described himself, at various times, as a son of a Chipwich, a song from the sixties, and the captain of the gravy train."

Re: Argh. Redone with HTML *not* MUNGed until no good.

[oldcountryuncle]

"...Okay. Borgel's a lot more coherent than that."