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Post by econdha on Feb 13, 2006 16:28:17 GMT -5
*bakes a cake, puts lots of frosting on it* You're getting old, congradulations. *puts a party hat on him that says 'Happy Valentines Day' with a pink heart*
I'd spank you for luck, but I think I should let Masurao handle that one.
Drinks are on GG!
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Post by Sara on Feb 13, 2006 18:06:42 GMT -5
Hopefully birthday boy stops by ;P
*runs her lightly trimmed claws over his cybernetic exterior* Purrll~ Happy Birthday, General, or as they say in Japan: Otanjoubi Omedetou~ or as netspeak:HAPI BIRFDEI LOLZ!
So, yeah, have a good one. Even if you might not get the huge cake and presents, at least you know there's people out there who care about you. *nudges Mas*
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Post by The General on Feb 13, 2006 19:25:04 GMT -5
Thank you all, really XD. Well aye, it is my Birthday today so I guess I won't really be around for the party but thanks anyway. I'll try to stop in again later .
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Post by Justify on Feb 13, 2006 19:32:26 GMT -5
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Post by Cyclone on Feb 13, 2006 20:16:18 GMT -5
Sorry I'm late, Happy BDay man who I barely know! *Gives colonel a cake with chocofrosting spellign out "Hi"*
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Post by Halflife on Feb 13, 2006 20:19:16 GMT -5
yes happy birthday General, so this makes u what? 20? 21?
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Post by Frost on Feb 13, 2006 22:12:33 GMT -5
Happy Happy Birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!1!!!!!!! May all your birthday wishes come true. ;D oh, I almost forgot. *hands the General a large box wrapped in colorful glittery gift wrap topped with a large blue blow.* I hope you like it. ;D I had to kill a Jedi for it.
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Post by Justify on Feb 13, 2006 22:16:10 GMT -5
AH AH AH AH AAACCCCHHHHOOOOOOO!!!!! woops...
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Post by Spooky on Feb 13, 2006 22:33:38 GMT -5
LOL, and you say you've stopped spamming XD.
Happy Birthday, General. I hope it was a good one!
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Feb 13, 2006 23:41:01 GMT -5
Happy Birthday, Jenny. Heres your present.
[Pushes out a large (very, very large) cake with candles all over the top.] Congratulations. [Waits]
I said "Congratulations."
[Silence]
Damn it, I said "Congratulations," bitch, thats your queue!
[Picks the lip off the cake and looks at the stripper inside. Goes silent. Puts the tip back on.]
Uh... I forgot... you're suppose to put them in after you cook the cake. Well then... Sorry... I'll get you a new present. Body Shop makeover! [Pushes General into his shop and locks the door behind him. Hours pass, the sounds of machines, drills, and countless tools operation echoing through the halls. Finally, all goes silent. The door swings open, smoke and mist pouring out. Walks out slowly, pushing a wheel chair in front of him with a sheet covering what looks to be a figure underneath it.] And, bitches and germs, I give you… [Removes the sheet, revealing a large, black wrapper-covered present. Sitting on top of it, a large birthday cake with: “ -AJ- Anal Jenny Happy Bitchday, Birth.” - Written on the top of it with red frosting.
Yeah, I was tired, I kinda typoed. Its suppose to say “Happy BIRTHday, BITCH.” No matter, it actually looks funnier this way. Heh, bitchday. Heh, Birth. Birth bitchday. Ah, I got to stop smoking.
[Silence.]
What? Oh, right, Jenny. [Yells back in the room] Get out here, tinman, show off the new look. Well, the only visual difference is the sharper claws… And thicker body plating. Sure, outside he looks pretty much the same boring old grumpy tincan. But tear that metal off and look at the circuits inside, and read over the blue prints… Its just so beautiful. Enhanced physical abilities, extra power boosters inserting with the arms to allow a more deadly and faster spin. We all know how he loves to spin those blades. The small robotic eye sensor on the back of his neck, to detect enemies who try to sneak up on him. More flexible joints in his second pair of arms, to allow him to better fight off opponents from all sides. The packets of venom now installed within the tips of his claws, which can be injected into his victim during battle. Of course, he has completely control over it. I took Mas’ well-being into consideration. Don’t want her body getting all infected, her skin melt off and deformed, all because Jenny cant keep his claws to himself. You’re welcome, Mas. You know, I didn’t expect this to be hard or challenging, but it was. Apparently, its not easy upgrading something that has already reached the limits of perfection. But I did. So… yeah. I rule.
[Takes the present out from under the cake.] Now, open it! Argh, I cant wait, I’ll open it for you. [Rips the paper off and tears through the box to reach the contents inside. Pulls out a long, dark red cape with slick black lighting strikes on one side, plain on the other. Tosses it at him.] Try it on. If you don’t like that, then how about this… [Pulls out a long, black and shinny latex-like trench coat just like his own, only longer to fit General’s taller form.] Now you can finally dress with some dignity and class.
Oh, ands whats this? [Pulls two double-bladed light sabers from the box, one with a green blade, one with a blue. Both turned off, of course.] Look, it has your name on it. [Points out the engraving reading ‘Anal Jenny”. I figured for that little spinning trick of yours, a double-bladed light saber would be best. But if you don’t like it, you can also ignite just one blade. I think. Ask yourself, you know more about those light thingies then I do…
Enjoy. Oh, and happy birthday, AJ.
Oh, and if you find a pair of panties in that trench pocket, be sure to send them to Princess Layla.
What? Didn’t think that would be the only gifts did you? Think again! Heres you are Jenny, some of those tasty cinnamon-frosted buns you like so much. Eat them while they’re still warm. [Insert ‘Inside Joke’ Here.]
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Feb 13, 2006 23:55:52 GMT -5
AH AH AH AH AAACCCCHHHHOOOOOOO!!!!! woops... [Lurks up behind her, swifty impaling his hand through her chest. Reaches his arm farther through her, sinking his claws down into her eyes before swipping his hand out quickly, tearing out her eyes and the flesh right off her face. Pulls his hand out of her chest and drops her lifeless corpse to the floor.] God bless you. Another gift, since I got blood all over your party floor, Jenny. [Withdraws his enhanced Luger pistol, spinning it around his finger before handing it to General.] I know its not what you'd really ever use. But its the thought that counts, right? Ever need extra clips for it, be sure to let me know. Fear my 6.214 second hand made doodle artwork, paint style! Hiss.
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Post by Spike on Feb 14, 2006 0:32:48 GMT -5
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GENERAL! Hope you have a great B-day Party
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Post by Masurao on Feb 14, 2006 2:34:00 GMT -5
¡Feliz Cumpleaños Comandante Grievous!
Hey, don’t look at me about that “Comandante Grievous” thing. Apparently that’s the way Spaniards call the general in Episode 3. I didn’t want to break the continuity of the title. Which reminds me, ever heard Obi-Wan say “so uncivilized” in Spanish? Don’t.
Anyways, congratulations on taking yet another miniscule step towards your grave. If your profile information is to be believed, then 21 years on this earth makes you legal to do everything you have been doing since you were 16. Now, to look back and celebrate your accomplishments to this date:
Uh…
There was that one time…No, that ended in bloodshed too…
How about…No…
*crickets chirp*
Hmm…I’m sure there are a few accomplishments that have not ended in disembowelment, mutilation, and/or death. In any case, if I were to have a glass of wine in my hand I would raise it in you honor and praise your swift and sound judgments, your servitude to The Hunted, and your unquestionable loyalty towards your friends. Though a small percent of you is organic, you proved to be more of a man than many.Congratulations.
Oh, and thank you Colonel for taking my well-being into consideration for the General's upgrades. It seems there is a heart in you after all. A black, shriveled, mechanical heart; but a heart nonetheless.
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Post by Justify on Feb 14, 2006 7:50:02 GMT -5
AH AH AH AH AAACCCCHHHHOOOOOOO!!!!! woops... [Lurks up behind her, swifty impaling his hand through her chest. Reaches his arm farther through her, sinking his claws down into her eyes before swipping his hand out quickly, tearing out her eyes and the flesh right off her face. Pulls his hand out of her chest and drops her lifeless corpse to the floor.] God bless you. Did you just kill me?
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Post by Setg on Feb 14, 2006 8:41:32 GMT -5
AH AH AH AH AAACCCCHHHHOOOOOOO!!!!! woops... [Lurks up behind her, swifty impaling his hand through her chest. Reaches his arm farther through her, sinking his claws down into her eyes before swipping his hand out quickly, tearing out her eyes and the flesh right off her face. Pulls his hand out of her chest and drops her lifeless corpse to the floor.] God bless you. Did you just kill me? I would imagine so...Probably for hijacking the General's Birthday Thread with sneezes. Happy Birthday General.
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Post by econdha on Feb 14, 2006 11:34:49 GMT -5
*puts a 'Foxy Lover' Valentines day hat on* Valentines hats were on sale!!! So I'm cheap, don't look at me that way. *hands out various valentines oriented hats*
*goes off with her triple sized margarita to dance with all the guys who dance*
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Feb 15, 2006 19:38:52 GMT -5
Oh, and thank you Colonel for taking my well-being into consideration for the General's upgrades. It seems there is a heart in you after all. A black, shriveled, mechanical heart; but a heart nonetheless. Actually, its green. With purple tubes attached to it. No more key for me. The phrase "the key to his heart" was simply too... mushy for me to keep it. I had to make a more advanced way to move the dust through what little viens I have remaining in this corpse attached-to-machine body of mine. Its really rather pointless, and useless. It has no real work to do, rather than pump dust through these viens and liquified energy to the electrical viens to allow a more powerful charge behind my punch, and other movements relevent to battle. Ahem. No. I simply impaled my arm through your chest, leaving a large gapping hole for all your organs to ooz out. And ripped your eyes out of their sockets while in the process, tearing the skin off of your face. Its just a flesh wound. Moron. *puts a 'Foxy Lover' Valentines day hat on* Valentines hats were on sale!!! So I'm cheap, don't look at me that way. *hands out various valentines oriented hats* *goes off with her triple sized margarita to dance with all the guys who dance* I dance. Care to waltz? [Plays a recording of a random opera by composer Richard Wagner.]
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Post by Psychoman on Feb 15, 2006 23:09:19 GMT -5
Psychoman enters the room, when people look to see who opened the door muffled screams can be heard resonating from him. Having a party? He walks to the punch table where several large cakes are sitting. Some random gimp walks up to him and begins to forge small talk. Psychoman waves his hand and he collapses into the cakes, dead. Sorry bout the cake there General! Happy brithday, anyhow...
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Feb 15, 2006 23:17:15 GMT -5
Psychoman enters the room, when people look to see who opened the door muffled screams can be heard resonating from him. Having a party? He walks to the punch table where several large cakes are sitting. Some random gimp walks up to him and begins to forge small talk. Psychoman waves his hand and he collapses into the cakes, dead. Sorry bout the cake there General! Happy brithday, anyhow... .... What do you have against Gimps? They dress better then you, so you're jealous?
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Post by Frost on Feb 15, 2006 23:24:42 GMT -5
*simply watches from a distance enjoying some of the delicious violence going on* hehe, now this is what I call a party.
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