The Pillowfighting Thread (Random Text Battles, Very Fun!)

[chupacabras acheronsis]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q9Rjek8ncjY#

[Ghost Rider]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q9Rjek8ncjY#

Are you in my mind?

[Cap. Fitzgerald]

Oh! This one!

[chupacabras acheronsis]

no, in your childhood:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q7jJkajLy4Q#

Oh! This one!

[Cap. Fitzgerald]

What?

[DJ Pu$$yface]

Old cartoons? I'll pass. Unless you have Bugs Bunny.... especially the one where Elmer Fudd keeps erasing him and stuff.

[Purebreedalien]

*Wakes up beneath rubble*

Wha-?

Guys? Guys! Fitzgerald? Ghost Rider? Where is everyone?

In other news, I can't believe it! I'm alive! I'm aliiiiiiiiiiive-! Ah, that's no big deal. I remember now. Everyone else is probably dead. Which means I'll be all alone, and I'll only have myself to talk to. And then the voices will come back. My brain is deformed.

Which also means, Fitzgerald cheated me outta my money, and my 10,000 chimichangas! Well, maybe my apartment and TV survived.

I doubt that.

How do you know the extent of the damage?

Shut up. Both of you.

Later...

Well, at least this small building is still intact. I guess we can stay here, and I've got all the plastic explosive I could ever want.

What are we gonna blow up?

You know that the world already beat us to exploding things, right?

Doesn't mean we have to stop just 'cause the world did.

Later Still...



There aren't any jobs, hell-o! The world blew up!

[Space Sweeper]

Get on MSN!

[Purebreedalien]

Was he talking to us?

Someone was talking? Surely that's good news?

Nah, he's just another voice calling to our writer.

Darn.

So we're stuck here, alone, with a crappy plastic chair?

Seems that way.

I wish my brain wasn't deformed.

Hey!

I got your deformity right here, buddy!

[Cap. Fitzgerald]

*Radio Puba has goes off*
Hey man its Fitz! Were in a bunker where are you?

[Purebreedalien]

*Radio goes off*
"Hey man it's Fitz! We're in a bunker where are you?"

The radio!

No #$!&, Sherlock.

I have a radio?

*Answers*

You're in a #@?!*%$ bunker?! You just left me asleep in the corner and #?@$£& off into a bunker?!

Wow, what a colourful vocabulary.

You know we can't actually swear? It just comes out as symbols.

Really? $£*%. Oh yeah!

Oh, sorry Fitz. Yeah, anyway, you're in a #@?!*%$ bunker?! I'm holed up in a freakin' broken house making a chair! And you're in a bunker?! Where's the guy I gotta take out!?

Where's our insurance!?

Where's my money?!

One: We don't have insurance. Two: Fitz can't hear us. We're inside our own head.

Where's my TEN THOUSAND CHIMICHANGAS?!

[Cap. Fitzgerald]

Were working under the assumption the explosion killed them and you didnt work at all! Why should I pay you?
Anyways get to the bunker... I think a small radiation dose is ok...

[Purebreedalien]

Dude, put the sword away, you can't kill him over radio.

Surely there's a service for that?

...

Hey! Don't elipse on me.

I didn't work. BECAUSE YOU NEVER GAVE ME THE GODDAMN TARGET! If you really, really want me to come over there into your bunker, then I will. I'll have to trek all the way over there, but by Gods, if I get my target and payment then I'll be there ASAP!

[Cap. Fitzgerald]

Goddamned.
*Mumbling heard on radio*
Anyone here know how to make Chimichangas? We can forge the money

[DJ Pu$$yface]

The f**k?