little wheel

BBAACCOONN, LORD OF THE BACON UNIVERSE, WAS DISPLEASED THAT THE PEASANTS WERE STEALING HIS BACON JUICE.

Considering my past, not doing this would seem shameful to me.

Tyler was furiously jamming away on his precious red electric guitar, banging his head and throwing his jewfro around. He stopped playing when he realized his fingers were covered in blood. However, when he tried to breath in Stormlight, nothing happened...

Allak continued to wait, swinging around his Shardblade and shooting random fruit with lightning.

Tyler did some more pointless stuff, without realizing that he hadn't heard from Douse in a while. A long while...

Silas, however, was not amused. All he could think about was violence, the innuendo leading him to thoughts of death. A Shardblade is not too large, the one who wield it is not properly sized, nor could a Shardblade be too small, because with a single blow death can be dealt. Silas’ hands began closing and opening, as if he were holding onto someone’s neck and head. His neck and jaw muscles began to tense and relax, straining to keep himself in check. They. Are. Safe. @Ark1002 @Blessing of Potency

Silas shrugged. "I'm fine with anything. At my current state, anything seen on the screen to me would only be wasted for entertainment." @Ark1002 @Blessing of Potency

"Hopefully something that moves. Staring at a piece of blank paper for an hour and a half would be quite unfulfilling," Silas said.

Allak quietly sipped his tea from the ceiling as Crow and the Space Marine disappeared.

Silas sat up straighter. "Safety precautions, for your behalf. Anything weird like that happens near you, and then you need to run without them noticing you. Who they are is unimportant." @Blessing of Potency

Silas quietly whispered, "I'll tell you afterwards," to his wife. "No floating eyes or rapidly growing plants? Anything normally unusual happen recently, though? Find a cute dog or something?" @Ark1002 @Blessing of Potency

K straightened. “Will do, ma’am. In fact, I think I might want to join the security team. I think I have some training in that area.”

Silas served himself some tacos. “Anything mind blowing happen recently, though? We could all expect the marriage, but is there anything actually surprising?” @Darth Woodrack @Blessing of Potency @Ark1002

“HEY I’D LIKE TO BE HIRED TOO DO I HAVE TO BE A TERRORIST TO BE HIRED I WILL GLADLY EXPLODE SOMETHING TO JOIN THIS EXPEDITION BECAUSE I AM LONELY AND I HAVE NOTHING TO DO AND I AM LONELY AND I HAVE NOTHING TO DO SO I AM VERY BORED BUT THAT DOESN’T MATTER RIGHT NOW I JUST WANT TO EAT A BLUEBERRY MUFFIN EVEN THOUGH I DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT IS WAIT NO I WANT TO JOIN THE QUEST YEAH YEAH YEAH HOW DO I DO THAT I HAVE A BOMB IF YOU NEED TO BE A TERRORIST SO YEAH HOW DO I JOIN?” K yelled at the top of his lungs. He was pretty sure you either had to be a terrorist or a boring person to join the expedition, and since he couldn’t be boring like that music dude, he decided he was going to take the terrorist approach. @Dr. Dapper

Tyler rolled on the floor some more.

"Yes, yes, I know. I have had past dealings with your people, specifically the one they call Sebastian. Odd chap. Well, anyways, I would like to inform you, I have never received a communique back from anyone over with the Bureau regarding my application," Allak said, sipping his tea lightly.

"Small. You don't even have a foot on me. Besides, after... next time, I'll be the one calling you short. And, you forgot to add the height from the hair," Allak said, while drinking tea from the ceiling. "Care to join me up here?" @Ark1002

"Fine." Tyler stood up, draped his blankets over his shoulders, and asked, "What can I help with?"

"I want food." Tyler rolled closer to the counter.

Tyler rolled out from behind some couches whilst wrapped in blankets. "Pasta?"