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| Legacy of the Wienermobile; Moe and Lini | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 25 2009, 09:10 PM (177 Views) | |
| Galileo | Oct 25 2009, 09:10 PM Post #1 |
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Getting too old for this shit.
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Just outside the Gold Saucer stood a moogle whose moogle partner beat up little boys, a boy who beat up grown ups, and a grownup who held in his hand a garage door opener. Positioned directly in front of them was a garage of enormous proportions. The grown up, being the sensible one in the group, pressed the button on his uncomplicated remote. Instead of the expected result of one of the doors on the garage sliding open, the remote suddenly exploded; it had obviously been booby trapped. There was only so much explosive material a little remote could contain without going noticed and so, the explosion was definitely loud and came as a surprise to many other than Moe and perhaps the moogle. However, it was only powerful enough to destroy the hand holding onto the rigged remote. The injured adult stared in utter shock at the bleeding stump where his hand had once been. “MY HAND! I CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT MY HAND!” He screamed. Moe would have argued the contrary had he understood the words coming out of the man’s gaping mouth. The adult never received the words he wanted, nay, needed to hear to continue living with himself. Therefore, he pulled a gun out from underneath his fancy jacket and shot himself with it in the head or at least he tried. Instead of successfully committing suicide, he quickly discovered that the gun had also been booby trapped. He also had been holding the gun as far away from his head while still aiming it at himself as physically possible as though dying would have sucked less for him the farther way he positioned the weapon. The firearm literally exploded the instant he pulled the trigger, destroying his other hand and most of the wrist attached to it. “NOOOOOO!” The man shrieked. “MY SQUEEZING HAND!” He screamed while blood spilled in ridiculous amounts from his ruined appendages. Moe was fed up with the adult’s screaming and did everyone within hearing range a favor. He jumped up, just high enough to stare directly into the man’s eyes. He then punched him in the face with his gauntleted left first, knocking him out instantly. Moe landed at the same time that the unconscious and bleeding adult fell over and he turned to face his moogle friend. “So, what was that guy saying to you before he blew up his hands?” He asked Lini. Edited by Galileo, Oct 28 2009, 12:27 PM.
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| Bag o Bones | Oct 28 2009, 12:31 AM Post #2 |
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Meteorain (Lv3)
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The current adventure of at least two members of the Mog Squad had gotten off on a rather curious start. It had started about an hour ago with Lini and Moe being approached by a stranger. Granted, that’s usually how kidnappings happen in the hands of kupakmudak, but that wasn’t this situation today. What the point of the situation was is that the person needed someone to drive his car somewhere, and he couldn’t do it because apparently he was a pansy. That actually isn’t what he said, what he said was more along the lines of how it was incredibly life-threatening and no one in their right mind would do it, but it was in English, so Moe wouldn’t understand. He did understand the promise of candy afterward, so it was hastily agreed to before either of them were aware of what exactly it was they were supposed to do. That’s how it started, but before they could find out anything more, the man’s hands exploded and then Moe knocked him out. All in all, it was only about a four on the bizarre meter of the Mog Squad. Kind of weird, but something they usually dealt with every other day. “Well,” Lini said, replying to Moe’s inquiry, “I’m guessing that if we want our reward and candy that was promised, then we need to get in and get some instructions. The only thing he really mentioned was that we’d have to drive around somewhere. So hopefully whatever vehicle he wants us to drive in has a map or something.” Well, with the door still closed and the remote to open it exploded, that left only Moogle power as the way to get inside. Lini walked over towards the steel garage door, over the handless and unconscious man, and stood in front of the door. “KUPO PAWUNCH!” Lini shouted as he pulled his fist pack and slammed it into the door. The steel crumbled under the pressure Lini exerted onto it and collapsed inward slightly. Lini then grabbed the now-loosened steel and pulled it back hard, ripping the entire door off of its hinges. Lini then crumbled the steel into a tiny compact ball and threw it away. With that over with, Lini looked over to see what was inside that was apparently worth blowing up people’s hands over. What he saw made his eyes go wide and his jaw drop. “It….It can’t be!” Lini said to himself. Sitting in the garage was a large car in the shape of a hot dog. It was like something dreams were made of. “I….I…” Lini started to stutter. It would take him a minute to recover, but it was like angels were singing hymn’s as the hot dog car glowed with a heavenly aura. |
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| Galileo | Dec 2 2009, 12:56 PM Post #3 |
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Getting too old for this shit.
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Is there ever a moment in a boy’s life, a boy who has an impossibly big dick despite having only recently entered puberty, when he is not hungry? The answer you are looking for is an unnecessarily and outlandishly BBcoded NO! There were moments in Moe’s life when he forgot about food, usually they involved sleeping, jacking off or fighting and/or running for his life. The latter of the three seemed to have been occurring more frequently the past several weeks, but that is beside the point. The point is that Moe was hungry and the desert heat was getting to him. Despite having lived in the wild with his homosexual foster fathers for most of his young life, he had grown accustomed to the well-circulated and air conditioned buildings that modern human civilization seemed to require for its continued comfortable existence. With both heat and hunger both playing tricks on his mind it was no surprise that the moment he set eyes on the hotdog-shaped transport situated inside the garage he rushed forward and tried taking a bite out of its exterior. He was certainly disappointed when his teeth connected with unyielding metal, the bitter cold taste of which was enough incentive to make him to detach his jaw from the vehicle. “That’s just not right.” Moe muttered to himself. He didn’t think it fair for people to make inedible food-shaped objects. Their only purpose seemed to be making anyone who looked at them to feel hungry enough to fork up the change required for acquiring the real thing. It wasn’t until after he noticed the black-tired wheels that he realized he was staring at a car of some sort. Moe opened the driver-side door. Actually, that isn’t an entirely accurate description of what happened. Moe attempted to open the driver-side door, but it was locked. That did nothing to deter the human child and he ended up ripping the door off its hinges. Moe examined the door and held it in front of him with both hands. It was not long before he spoke. “I’ll just toss it in the back.” He tried stuffing the detached car door through the opening he had made, but the door, as bulky as it was, refused to cooperate. Moe eventually gave up and tossed the door aside. “We can make do without it; fresh air won’t kill us.” Moe said aloud. “I don’t suppose you know what we’re supposed to do with this thing or where we’re supposed to take it do you?” He asked Lini. |
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| Bag o Bones | Dec 2 2009, 11:07 PM Post #4 |
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Meteorain (Lv3)
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Lini’s already loose grip on reality had been loosened even further by the sight of the magnificent hotdog car. Lini didn’t know why, but he knew that this was the greatest thing in the universe. This was the things that dreams were made of. This is what anyone age four to four-hundred wanted to do if they had XY chromosomes. This was their one chance out of god-only-knows how many other males on the planet, to drive the legendary Wienermobile. The sound of metal hitting the ground finally snapped Lini out of his awe-struck stupor, as Moe had ripped the door off of the Wienermobile and had climbed in. “Hey, wait up!” Lini said as he flew in after him. Lini wanted to say, “Hey, don’t hog all of the fun!” but, that didn’t seem right for this situation. The inside of the Wienermobile looked to be like a regular truck in any regular car. There were pedals and clutches and brakes and stick shifts and quite a variety of other car-related things. The fact that it belonged to the Wienermobile, however, made it much more awesome. In fact, it took almost all of Lini’s willpower to avoid getting a boner from the sheer awesomeness that he knew was about to come. “Uhhhh…” Lini said, still only working at about half-mental capacity, “I think if there’s a GPS or something, it’ll have our directions and stuff. Why don’t you go and check the back to make sure all of the cargo and stuff is there?” Had Lini been thinking straight, he would never have sent Moe into a place of storage that was likely full of hot dogs and other pork products. But, as stated, he wasn’t thinking straight right now. All he could think about was getting to drive the magnificent Wienermobile. |
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