Post by Dave D-Flipz on Jul 22, 2021 20:45:16 GMT -5
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*Evil-Borg is now traipsing around the recreation area in the rain plotting out ways to use the yard to his advantage. We keep hearing AHA and Hmmm from him. MGB3 is huddled as best he can out of the rain under an overhang from the prison proper off in the corner of the yard. He seems to be analyzing weather patterns and also the integrity of the mud forming at their feet. Heavymetal-Borg has fashioned a sling for himself from some old prison garments he found in the prison and is now in the yard sitting in a pile of bricks cross-legged.*
: Mecha-Goldbear III has yet to find a solution to my arm problem. Being unable to speak Olde Borgian Lexicon is troubling to me as I barely understand myself. In order to avoid further agonizing injury from my leader and friend poking me to get a yelp reaction that he assumes is me speaking Borgian I went inside and found material. The pain meds should kick in slowly and help me dull the pain and restore my speech functioning part of my brain. ... My head is very soggy. This material is not good in the rain. My pants are moist and muddy.
*He stands up and begins surveying the bricks. They will play a major role in the conflict to come with the believers of nothing!*
: Wait ... this match involves us having to get the two faux-trons through brick walls. MGB3 is perfect for that with his size and strength. But more than that ... maybe we can tilt the odds! *he shudders* I CAN SEE FOR MILES AND MILES! I CAN SEE FOR MILES AND MILES AND MILES! *he does a dance of joy* Ow my arm. Well that was short lived. If we are to be trapped here for the next few days I shall endeavor to make myself useful! We can't know which wall we will go through but if the walls are all impenetrable ... only our robotic sidekick could force a man through them assuring a victory! And the Nihilists won't ... Scotty doesn't know! Scotty doesn't know! So don't tell Scotty! WHOOOOOOOOOOP!
*He dances again as the painkillers are starting to work and he begins placing the sturdiest bricks in a pile to use as a wall. He calls out to MGB3 as the rain begins to stop.*
: Pour some sugar on me!!!! Can't get enough. It's hot, sticky sweet. From my hands to my feet yeah! *he points at the bricks at his feet and holds out his good arm.
: Analysis - Master wishes for some high strength super stick mortar? Master is building a sturdy brick wall ... Analyzing data ... plan has 85% success rate, master deserves hugs!
*He leaps away from the hug and starts building the wall as MGB3 starts to move towards him. Evil-Borg notices what's going on and walks over.*
: My friend why are you doing that? Surely the overlords at this company have slaves to do that for them.
: She's mighty mighty! Just letting it all hang out!
: Of course! I don't know why I didn't think of that sooner. Your injury allows us to use a machine with the ability to shatter steel as one of our team. And neither of these fake tron copies has the strength to get us through a wall constructed using our AFTERWARD UBERPUTTY! It is unbreakable! Only our robot ally here will be able to actually fulfill the conditions for victory assuring us moving on to ANNIHILATE this timeline and assure the rise of ... THE AFTERWARD! ... Then we can go about getting the trons time machine and going back home. GENIUS! I am glad you are speaking normally again!
: I had a good idea the other day .. braaaaaaaiiiin power! *suddenly MGB3 hugs him which pops his arm and overrides the pain meds* WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP! Curses my ability to think straight! Why oh robo bear friend did you do that!?
:Well I didn't quite get the end of that but I don't see what rainbows and stars have to do with a solid brick wall ...
*Evil Borg looks off into the night sky triumphant. HM Borg tries to free himself from MGB's death grip as he hugs his master for finally coming up with a successful plan!*
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*Evil-Borg is now traipsing around the recreation area in the rain plotting out ways to use the yard to his advantage. We keep hearing AHA and Hmmm from him. MGB3 is huddled as best he can out of the rain under an overhang from the prison proper off in the corner of the yard. He seems to be analyzing weather patterns and also the integrity of the mud forming at their feet. Heavymetal-Borg has fashioned a sling for himself from some old prison garments he found in the prison and is now in the yard sitting in a pile of bricks cross-legged.*
: Mecha-Goldbear III has yet to find a solution to my arm problem. Being unable to speak Olde Borgian Lexicon is troubling to me as I barely understand myself. In order to avoid further agonizing injury from my leader and friend poking me to get a yelp reaction that he assumes is me speaking Borgian I went inside and found material. The pain meds should kick in slowly and help me dull the pain and restore my speech functioning part of my brain. ... My head is very soggy. This material is not good in the rain. My pants are moist and muddy.*He stands up and begins surveying the bricks. They will play a major role in the conflict to come with the believers of nothing!*
: Wait ... this match involves us having to get the two faux-trons through brick walls. MGB3 is perfect for that with his size and strength. But more than that ... maybe we can tilt the odds! *he shudders* I CAN SEE FOR MILES AND MILES! I CAN SEE FOR MILES AND MILES AND MILES! *he does a dance of joy* Ow my arm. Well that was short lived. If we are to be trapped here for the next few days I shall endeavor to make myself useful! We can't know which wall we will go through but if the walls are all impenetrable ... only our robotic sidekick could force a man through them assuring a victory! And the Nihilists won't ... Scotty doesn't know! Scotty doesn't know! So don't tell Scotty! WHOOOOOOOOOOP!*He dances again as the painkillers are starting to work and he begins placing the sturdiest bricks in a pile to use as a wall. He calls out to MGB3 as the rain begins to stop.*
: Pour some sugar on me!!!! Can't get enough. It's hot, sticky sweet. From my hands to my feet yeah! *he points at the bricks at his feet and holds out his good arm.: Analysis - Master wishes for some high strength super stick mortar? Master is building a sturdy brick wall ... Analyzing data ... plan has 85% success rate, master deserves hugs!*He leaps away from the hug and starts building the wall as MGB3 starts to move towards him. Evil-Borg notices what's going on and walks over.*
: My friend why are you doing that? Surely the overlords at this company have slaves to do that for them.: She's mighty mighty! Just letting it all hang out!: Of course! I don't know why I didn't think of that sooner. Your injury allows us to use a machine with the ability to shatter steel as one of our team. And neither of these fake tron copies has the strength to get us through a wall constructed using our AFTERWARD UBERPUTTY! It is unbreakable! Only our robot ally here will be able to actually fulfill the conditions for victory assuring us moving on to ANNIHILATE this timeline and assure the rise of ... THE AFTERWARD! ... Then we can go about getting the trons time machine and going back home. GENIUS! I am glad you are speaking normally again!: I had a good idea the other day .. braaaaaaaiiiin power! *suddenly MGB3 hugs him which pops his arm and overrides the pain meds* WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP! Curses my ability to think straight! Why oh robo bear friend did you do that!?:Well I didn't quite get the end of that but I don't see what rainbows and stars have to do with a solid brick wall ...*Evil Borg looks off into the night sky triumphant. HM Borg tries to free himself from MGB's death grip as he hugs his master for finally coming up with a successful plan!*
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