Epic Throne Battle

[Lordadmiral Drake]

*walks out onto the large balcony, stretching his arms*

Aaah, what a nice sunny day =)
Somehow I'm in the mood for BBQ, anyone interested?

[SirJahar]

*Wearing swim shorts as ue comes down the stairs, he flops on the floor and pants.*
Why is it so stupid hot?
Maybe you should shear yourself?
And Drake, the boss would love a cook-out. He's just still sheading his winter coat.

[Hayate]

*Crawling out from under the throne*
Food? I like food! Who's making food?

[DarkTheImmortal]

foooooooood

[SirJahar]

I like food.

[Lordadmiral Drake]

*setting up a big [censored] grill on the balcony*

Heh, I better get to it then

[Hayate]

Can you cook this?
*Holds out a flip flop*
I see dogs chewing them all the time, but I don't think I like it raw...

[Lordadmiral Drake]

*grabs a big bag of meat from storage to prepare for grilling*

Nah, you don't want that, Hayate. It'll do nasty things to your insides

[SirJahar]

She's made of code. I'm legitimatly not even sure if she can get sick by organic means. But I do kbow that foam-rubber tastes horrible.

Remember the days when we used to be violent and always doing something?
Fondly.
What happened?
People left.

[Butterscotch]

*Sprints through the door and tackles him, giving his face a thorough licking like an excited puppy*

[SirJahar]

*In a complete daze, he looks at the dog.*
What?
Dude, I'm not even awake yet.

[Butterscotch]

*Ahem*.
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WOOF WOOF! RUFF!

[SirJahar]

...
I don't speak dog.

[Butterscotch]

*lick*


It's your birthday!


Actually, it's the one year anniversary of when I got a job here in GMT time!

[SirJahar]

... OH! Man... wow. A lot has happened, hasn't it?