original food fight thread

[Professur]

Only if you take them out, ya creep.


*pours cold vegetable soup down the back of SL's shirt.*

 

[Nixy]

*hits Gato in the nuts with a HUGE salami*

*takes trout back*

*pats trout affectionately*

*launches clam chowder at prof and SL*

 

[Gato_Solo]

You can't hit a salami with a salami. It just ain't right. Besides...who said it was your trout.

Sprays Nixy with cake icing and sprinkles.

 

[Professur]

[homer]Ooooo. Sprinkles[/homer]

 

[Stop Laughing]

*goes searching for a sprinkle machine gun*

 

[Noite Escura]

Oh, 25 pages after I finally come to see this mess! This place smells baaaaaad.
* pick rotten guavas from a bag and start to throw them at everyone as frag grenades*

 

[Professur]

You're too late, Batman. Muhahahahaha


*Glues Noite's feet to the ground with .... something sticky I found in Fury's laundry hamper.*

 

[Gato_Solo]

Since prof just made this thread sticky...

*Sprays a mixture of strawberry yogurt and mustard on everyone in the room*

How's that for sticky.

 

[Aunty M]

*Leaps into action with the "Household Cleaner" spraygun and a damp cloth, removing all those sticky finger marks from the Xibase logo*

Phew, it's ripe in here, excuse me while I open windows.... *cough, cough, cough*... must be the trout...

 

[Gato_Solo]

*puts on cup, shin guards, mouthpiece, chest protector, and head protector*

Holds Aunty M's arms while Prof gives her a liberal squirt of ketchup, mayo, mustard, and pickle juice.

This is food fight, not clean-up!

 

[Aunty M]

Right, you asked for it!

*reaches for the enormous bowl of jello that conveniantly appears beside her*

Well this is virtual reality

*grabs Gatos waistband and tips the contents down the inside of his pants*

Squelch on that one!

 

[Gato_Solo]

*wondering how she found room for the jello in his pants*

How about an egg shampoo, Aunty?

 

[Aunty M]

Great, my hair's a little dry and needs some nourishment. This should help your complexion...

*lets Gato have it in the face with a custard pie*

 

[Gato_Solo]

*snatches the penny Aunty M is flipping for her critical decisions, and replaces it with raw liver*

Flip this.

 

[Noite Escura]

So I'm glued huh? [Bugs Bunny]That means war![/Bugs Bunny]
* opens utility belt, picks a sache of Rib's special mustard and spread it around his feet * fssssssssssss
I'm free! Muwhahahahaha. Umm, so, this is virtual reality? Operator! I need weapons! Tons of weapons!
* various shelves appear containins lots of food *
* picks various plum pies and throw them at the ceiling fan hiting everyone on the room *
Now at you bastard!!! * spocks a 3rd class champagne and spills it all over prof's head *

 

[Aunty M]

Hmm, smooth or rough side up...

*flips the raw liver through the air so violently it lands with a slap on Gato's butt*

Yep I'd say that's pretty well flipped...

*then proceeds to remove and eat bits of plum pie from her hair...*

Hey got any custard for this? NE, you got any more ammunition I can eat, I haven't had a bite since last night and I'm hungary?

 

[Stop Laughing]

Hmm, let's start with this pile that was caught by Q's force field over this whole time, followed by a little leftover cheesecake from Thanksgiving, mixed with a stuffed garbage pizza from a month or two ago (after 2 weeks, you really can't tell by the smell how old it is anymore), toss in a pinch of worcester sauce that got mixed with the baking soda in the back corner of the fridge that hasn't worked in over a year, throw in about 20 packets of that really spicy Chinese mustard, and add the piece de resistance, a whole fruitcake my great grandmother made before I was born, and I've got the perfect weapon! Anyone dare to contest that?

 

[Aunty M]

*runs for cover*

 

[Gato_Solo]

Hmm, let's start with this pile that was caught by Q's force field over this whole time, followed by a little leftover cheesecake from Thanksgiving, mixed with a stuffed garbage pizza from a month or two ago (after 2 weeks, you really can't tell by the smell how old it is anymore), toss in a pinch of worcester sauce that got mixed with the baking soda in the back corner of the fridge that hasn't worked in over a year, throw in about 20 packets of that really spicy Chinese mustard, and add the piece de resistance, a whole fruitcake my great grandmother made before I was born, and I've got the perfect weapon! Anyone dare to contest that?

I do. But, then again, I eat MRE's.

 

[Professur]

* looks around*


*sigh* I guess the fight's over.



*calls in the clean up crew*