Once

[RowdyScot]

upon

[Robo]

a time

[RowdyScot]

there

[Capella]

was a

[RowdyScot]

badbrad

[Robo]

who was very

[Foj]

bad

[RowdyScot]

at making

[Banana]

stopping posters from padding their post count.

[Noel]

So,

[Robo]

at making

pancakes. :p

[RowdyScot]

When he

[Foj]

saw this

[RowdyScot]

he became

[Robo]

filled with rage!

[RowdyScot]

He called

[Robo]

his alter ego

[RowdyScot]

applenerd, and

[Foj]

an expert in

[Robo]

breasts.

[Luca]

Applenerd said,

[Robo]

"What is your name, breast expert?"

[RowdyScot]

The expert responded,

[Capella]

"Do you not know who I am? I am the great and mighty

[Robo]

Capella!"

[RowdyScot]

Badbrad asked,

[Robo]

"How can I make my pancakes better, Capella?"

[Capella]

"You should shape your pancakes like breasts."

[RowdyScot]

Applenerd chimed in,

[Robo]

"Invite over your neighbor,

[Capella]

and serve them these favors,

[RowdyScot]

so that the mighty murbot

[Foj]

can mold the pancakes.

[Robo]

Murbot is your neighbor, right?"

[billybobsky]

/Segment fault, perspective change. Undue boredom.

[RowdyScot]

"Yes," badbrad responded.

[Robo]

And so applenerd, badbrad, and Capella went forth,
in alphabetical order, to Murbot's front porch.

[tomoe]

Where he poured them NorCal margaritas

[Luca]

http://imgur.com/cgTyd.jpg

[Robo]

But as badbrad and Capella reached Murbot's front door,

[709]

he pulled out his

[Noel]

clock

[Bryson]

and reminded them that

[FFL]

"Time's a-wastin', kids"

[murbot]

"It's pretty dark inside this trunk inside this hippo," sobbed Capella. As murbot and badbrad sat on the porch drinking, a lone dairy-free air bubble reached the surface of the water, struggled momentarily, and silently popped.

[tomoe]

From the bubble, a chartreuse gas diffused

[billybobsky]

"pink. The word you're looking for is pink," murbot sighed as he suppressed a burp for use later when playing with his children. The vinyl paint on badbrad's face began to peel revealing a recycled darth maul mask from drewprop's closet.

[709]

"Cardboard! I Fucking knew it! You sonuvabitch.... I'll

[tomoe]

...I'll...

[709]

...I'll...

[RowdyScot]

really enjoy it if we make those breastcakes now."

[709]

badbrad looks at his non-existent breasts, smirks nervously, and visibly shrinks as he waits for that one inevitable word from murbot's mouth.

"Swim"

[Robo]

really enjoy it if we make those breastcakes now."

The visitors stared at Murbot, surprised.
"Are you feeling okay?" they all asked, and he sighed.
"Look, I don't want all your pansy-pancakes!
I'm a caveman who eats only bacon and steaks!
It's all primal and stuff. But I must confess
That I'd enjoy cakes if they're shaped like

[709]

orange.

[709]

Then Robo, he said,
"I hope Capella's not dead!"
The Dinosauria would cry
and her avatars would die!
But her

[RowdyScot]

knowledge of

[Robo]

breasts

[tomoe]

would flourish.

[709]

is a turn-on, but y'all's limerick capability leaves me a bit flaccid.

[drewprops]

Incapable of

[curiousuburb]

papal millinery

http://i.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/01718/scortland-good-hat_1718318i.jpg

[RowdyScot]

and good taste, badbrad

[Chinney]

said, washing his hands in the

[Brad]

blood of his enemies

[billybobsky]

and since then time has slowed down to a crawl

[Robo]

.

Somebody had to end that sentence. :p