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(OOC: It goes without saying that you have to be a member of the "Who Gives a Damn About Human Rights Club to come here, but meh. Also, this is a continuation of the old party (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=390180&page=1&pp=15), and I have full permission to start this part, so meh.)


Prime Minister Steve woke early on this fine morning in Helios. The sun was rising over the grasslands in the east with the great Halii Mountains in the background. "Oooooh! Today's the day of the party! WHOOOOOPIE!!!" he shouted as he ran out of bed, quickly putting on a T-Shirt, some shorts, a hat, his sunglasses, and some sandals. When he got to the main hall, he was impressed with how much his crew had done. The crystal statues of all the leaders towered over the great, gold-plated fountain in the middle. The outside of the building had been cleaned and made as good as new. On top of the tower there was a swimming pool, a bar, and a dance place. He then walked up to the transmission station and typed in a few words:

"The Party is now OPEN!"

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Here's the place where the party is at.

Here is Bhalk.

OOC: I got a history papert to write, and an English one. And I'm going to a super-bowl party.

Generalissimo J.L. appeared, in spirit form. "Meh, my physical form is incarcerated and being sadistically tortured by those damn Sarzonians," he muttered. "So, I've come in spirit form. How's it going, guys?"

Meanwhile, outside, a black Mercedes Benz E55 AMG drove up to the building, and out stepped Karl von Esling, looking very dapper in a pinstripe suit and a fedora.

He walked into the room and said, "Good day gentlemen, I'm back. J.L., I'm sorry to hear about your capture.....I wish the RALM could help out."

"I wish so, too," spirit J.L. said, and sighed.

"I wish so, too," spirit J.L. said, and sighed.

Karl said, "Well then, let us not focus on that.....are there any Shoobans here?"

Sweeping low over the city Murdock's unmarked Comanche frightened many civilians, the desired effect, and then landed perfectly on the front lawn, avoiding damage to it at all costs. Murdock climbed out and grabbed his AK-110 before entering the party and greeting everyone.

Karl said, "Well then, let us not focus on that.....are there any Shoobans here?"

Spirit J.L. said, "Most of 'em are being trained as suicide bombers for the Sarzonian invasion...but I managed to bring about 750,000 here." He snapped his fingers, and a huge ship magically appeared, dumped them out, and disappeared as suddenly as it had come.

Steve walked out into the main hall to see that a few of his guests had arrived. Walking up to J.L., he said "Yo! You aren't looking so good, man! Here, try this juice! Some strange witch-doctor gave it to me and said "In case someone has your body and you need another one for the time being, drin this." So try some!"

Sweeping low over the city Murdock's unmarked Comanche frightened many civilians, the desired effect, and then landed perfectly on the front lawn, avoiding damage to it at all costs. Murdock climbed out and grabbed his AK-110 before entering the party and greeting everyone.

Spirit J.L. tried to shake Murdock's hand, but Murdock's hand went right through spirit J.L. "Pretty cool, eh?" spirit J.L. said, grinning.

Steve walked out into the main hall to see that a few of his guests had arrived. Walking up to J.L., he said "Yo! You aren't looking so good, man! Here, try this juice! Some strange witch-doctor gave it to me and said "In case someone has your body and you need another one for the time being, drin this." So try some!"

"Thanks!" spirit J.L. downed it all in one gulp, and temporarily acquired a new body just like his old one. "This'll do for the time being," he said.

Ah, yes it is. Too bad about your body though.

"Thanks!" spirit J.L. downed it all in one gulp, and temporarily acquired a new body just like his old one. "This'll do for the time being," he said.

"Good" said Steve as he pulled out a shotgun and blew J.L.'s head off. Then, as spirit J.L. rose from the body, he handed him another glass.

"Sorry man, couldn't resist. At least you can get your body back again!"

J.L.'s head rolled over to Steve, jumped on top of his head, and self-destructed, blowing him to smithereens. Then, spirit J.L. laughed, drank another potion, and handed spirit Steve one.

J.L.'s head rolled over to Steve, jumped on top of his head, and self-destructed, blowing him to smithereens. Then, spirit J.L. laughed, drank another potion, and handed spirit Steve one.

"This is fun!"Steve said as he came back to life, detonated a suicide vest, blew everyone up, and then handed them glasses of "Witchdoctah Jasons Mon Juice".

J.L. drank another one. "Hey, how much does this stuff cost? I could have a never-ending supply of Shoobans to kill!"

J.L. drank another one. "Hey, how much does this stuff cost? I could have a never-ending supply of Shoobans to kill!"

"I dunno" as his headless body walked over to his guards. He then whispered "Find me Witchdoctah Jason. Now."

J.L. kicked a Shooban in the crotch, for no apparent reason.

All of a sudden, the door burst open and two burly men clad in spikey steel-plate armor with big assault rifles in their hands walked in the door, draging behind them a jamaican guy with funny hair. Once they reached the Prime Minister, they threw him on the floor below him. Then Steve walked up to him, pulled out a big broadsword, and...

*WHAM!*

Threw it at a squirrel.

He then helped the witchdoctah on his feet and said "How much for the rights to the potion?"

The Witchdoctah replied "$200,000".

"Deal" said Steve, as he got his mind-reader to get the spell from the Witchdoctahs mind. He then gave him a glass of Ice-tea, a shirt that said "I went to a WGDAHRCGP!", and showed him the way out.

All of a sudden, the door burst open and two burly men clad in spikey steel-plate armor with big assault rifles in their hands walked in the door, draging behind them a jamaican guy with funny hair. Once they reached the Prime Minister, they threw him on the floor below him. Then Steve walked up to him, pulled out a big broadsword, and...

*WHAM!*

Threw it at a squirrel.

He then helped the witchdoctah on his feet and said "How much for the rights to the potion?"

The Witchdoctah replied "$200,000".

"Deal" said Steve, as he got his mind-reader to get the spell from the Witchdoctahs mind. He then gave him a glass of Ice-tea, a shirt that said "I went to a WGDAHRCGP!", and showed him the way out.

(OOC: Lol! :p)

"$200,000 it is, then," J.L. said. "Cash or check? Or, do you accept credit cards?"

"Is there going to be an open sequal to the Sarzonian war, so I could help kick some Sarzonian...p...people."

(OOC: Lol! :p)

"$200,000 it is, then," J.L. said. "Cash or check? Or, do you accept credit cards?"

"I'll have 200,000 worth of Shoobans, please."

300 clicks an hour is a very high speed, and Professor Walter had achieved that in his shiny new Jaguar. Too bad he was supposed to be stopping.

The Professor threw on the breaks, but it was too late and he had flew right past the party.

The Professor grabbed the steering wheel, locked it on hard right and pulled on the hand break. The car spun around and then flew back in the other direction, coming to a complete stop; right in front of the hall.

"Park this," yelled the Professor at no one inparticular.

He then straightened out his tux, before walking inside armed with a loaf of white bread and a bottle of bubbly but no toaster.

Meanwhile, 50 feet away, the keys from the nice, shiney Jag flew very fast and got lodged in a squirrels head.

"Thanks for holding this do Mr Steve," said the Professor, "I'm sure it will be swell. I got a you a little thank you gift."

The Professor handed Steve the loaf of white bread.

"White, you RACIST BASTARD!"

Several of the Iksar accompanying Bhalk had to restrain him so he was not able to reach the professor.

OOC: Yes, he has been drinking; he is Bhalk after all.

"White, you RACIST BASTARD!"

Several of the Iksar accompanying Bhalk had to restrain him so he was not able to reach the professor.

OOC: Yes, he has been drinking; he is Bhalk after all.

"Sooooo...

Do YOU want...The pie?"

"Sooooo...

Do YOU want...The pie?"

"Let go of me IKSAR FAGS!"

They did as commanded.

"Ah, now. Pie, what kind is it?"

"Let go of me IKSAR FAGS!"

They did as commanded.

"Ah, now. Pie, what kind is it?"

"The pie....

made out of fried Shoes!"

"The pie....

made out of fried Shoes!"

"Ummm. I'll take Apple, or Cherry, or something like that; but no shoes."

"I want pies to throw at people!" Chuck E. Dwight said. Just then, he threw a pie at Spirit JL. But it went right through him. "Woot! Woot!" He said, realizing it was his 150th post. :D

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Two Immortals walked into the party with the Shah carried in the Peacock Throne by four Shoobans following them in. The sun seemed to shine upon the great Shah and his throne, illuminating it with brilliant flashes of light. Some could make the sounds of a santoor play in the background as the Shah advanced inward in a brilliant display of light.

Inviting All members of the "Who Gives A Damn About Human Rights" Party to a New Earth forum, Earth VI:

http://s8.invisionfree.com/Earth_Six/index.php

-Adolf Gorring, Reichsfuhrer of Lame Bums

Leave You Liberal Commie Bastard!

OOC: I hope you're not talking to me. I'm as far right wing as they go.

Alexi Kovalic finally arrived after walking a considerable distance to the party since his ride was conviently blown up by some crazy window washer at the border. "Ah finally and that was such a long walk." just then he saw a pie thrown and casually backed over to a corner.

OOC: I hope you're not talking to me. I'm as far right wing as they go.

OOC: I am. I can name five people more right wing than you.

And if you are right wing as you claim, how come in every thread I've seen you in you ally yourself with known liberal commie nations against known right-wing capitalist nations?

OOC: Uh, we are trying to keep this party not affiliated with any Earth's. I am even an Earth II person, yet I am specificaly keeping this non-Earth. So let's move forward, shall we?

ooc: Agreed.

Suddenly, Emperor Helldawg appeared in a cloud of red smoke, and quickly plopped down on a couch and went to sleep.

"Didn't even say thank you," mumbled the Professor.

The servants carrying the Peacock Throne began to carry Shah Khosru around, showing him off to the TLS subjects present in a way to cause awe seeing the Persian Shah sitting upon the throne of gems. Meanwhile, Shah Khosru waved around a sceptre topped with the massive Koh-I-Noor diamond.

"Shah Khosru, a pleasure to see you again, my friend," J.L. said. He nudged Helldawg. "Hey, wake up!"

"Shah Khosru, a pleasure to see you again, my friend," J.L. said. He nudged Helldawg. "Hey, wake up!"

"I think he's out cold..." said Steve as he was washing his feet with squirrel soap.

"I can wake him," said the Professor, who ran off and came back with kerosene and matches.

"Shah Khosru, a pleasure to see you again, my friend," J.L. said. He nudged Helldawg. "Hey, wake up!"

"Hello JL, It is a pleasure to see you," said Shah Khosru as the throne was lowered to the ground and Shah Khosru stood up, wearing a crown covered in Indian gemstones and with a massive blue diamond on the front. He wore a shawl upon him of the finest gold and silk, a contrast of gold and black above his military uniform. His servants removed the shawl and crown, and then the Shah walked in having made himself look ostentatious and pretentious to the locals and as a powerful ally to his friends.

"Hey Shah, remember when we almost went to war?"

"Hey Shah, remember when we almost went to war?"

"Hey, remember when we did go to war?" growled Steve as the thought of that oh-so-humiliating betrayl by his allies.

"Hey, remember when we did go to war?" growled Steve as the thought of that oh-so-humiliating betrayl by his allies.

"Hmmm...let me think. Oh yeah, that was funny. I remember seeing your nation in your time of need and deciding to help you. I was enjoying it and had recruited two powerful allies of mine to help. Then one day I sat down to find a TG from GE. It literally said that he and Parthians wanted to turn and what they wanted to take. Seeing as I was small, weak, and only about 1/4 their size I went along with it, but hey, it got me Mozambique; or half."

"Hmmm...let me think. Oh yeah, that was funny. I remember seeing your nation in your time of need and deciding to help you. I was enjoying it and had recruited two powerful allies of mine to help. Then one day I sat down to find a TG from GE. It literally said that he and Parthians wanted to turn and what they wanted to take. Seeing as I was small, weak, and only about 1/4 their size I went along with it, but hey, it Ygot me Mozambique; or half."

"Yes, good times my friend. How is Pakistan nowadays anyway Steve, seeing as the population was cut in half by us Persians." said the Shah as he smoked on a Cohiba Exqusito.

Finnaly, Helldawg woke up after his two-day nap. "Hello!"

Finnaly, Helldawg woke up after his two-day nap. "Hello!"

"Hey!"

"But Shah, do you remember when we almost went to war, literally right before Shoobooshaaba.

"Yes, good times my friend. How is Pakistan nowadays anyway Steve, seeing as the population was cut in half by us Persians." said the Shah as he smoked on a Cohiba Exqusito.

"It's doing fine, actually. Even though we only have half the country, it's doing well. We had a bit of a problem with some of them new-fangled industries in Karachi(we let some people build a pork factory there...I laughed all night when I heard that the angry Karachi..ians...well, whatever they are called stormed it, burned it to the ground, and killed all the workers. So much fun." replied Steve as he turned to his radio:

Let's leave Operation: l0l ub3r-m0nkey for later, Akbar. I think they're on to us...

Despite Helldawg waking up, the Professor proceeded to pour kero over him.

"It's doing fine, actually. Even though we only have half the country, it's doing well. We had a bit of a problem with some of them new-fangled industries in Karachi(we let some people build a pork factory there...I laughed all night when I heard that the angry Karachi..ians...well, whatever they are called stormed it, burned it to the ground, and killed all the workers. So much fun." replied Steve as he turned to his radio:

Let's leave Operation: l0l ub3r-m0nkey for later, Akbar. I think they're on to us...

"I'm sorry, did you say something?"

"I'm sorry, did you say something?"

"Um...

Hola senor, me gusta tus pantalones! Son azule y muy bella! Entonces, quiero un burrito con quesa y pequenos hombres Italianos!"

"Hey!"

"But Shah, do you remember when we almost went to war, literally right before Shoobooshaaba.

"Hey Helldawg, nice to see you up.

I'm afraid I cant remember that, please refresh my memory."

The Shah turned to Steve, "Wait, you mean the pork processing factory we built? I thought the Teymorians converted a mosque to build the factory. You have bacon here still I hope."

"Hey Helldawg, nice to see you up.

I'm afraid I cant remember that, please refresh my memory."

The Shah turned to Steve, "Wait, you mean the pork processing factory we built? I thought the Teymorians converted a mosque to build the factory. You have bacon here still I hope."

"Shhhh! Don't say the b word. I'm all for screwing human rights, but these guys aren't shoobans. Having a hundred angry Pakistanis is not what you want...

Oh, and to answer your question, it's in the freezer next to the lamb. Want me to go fry you some?"

"Shhhh! Don't say the b word. I'm all for screwing human rights, but these guys aren't shoobans. Having a hundred angry Pakistanis is not what you want...

Oh, and to answer your question, it's in the freezer next to the lamb. Want me to go fry you some?"

"Meh, angry Pakistanis won't mess with me. I dealt with them before. Get some Shoobans to make me some bacon please"

"Meh, angry Pakistanis won't mess with me. I dealt with them before. Get some Shoobans to make me some bacon please"

"I'll go fry it meself! I have no religious qualms with Bacon, seeing how I have me own religion, and I like to cook."

*puts on a "Kiss the Chef or Die" smock, gets out the bacon, gets the frying pan ready and begins to cook Bacon*

"Hey Helldawg, nice to see you up.

I'm afraid I cant remember that, please refresh my memory."

The Shah turned to Steve, "Wait, you mean the pork processing factory we built? I thought the Teymorians converted a mosque to build the factory. You have bacon here still I hope."

"Right before Shoobooshaaba. (I had asked the international community what they would do if I started slavery. Shoobooshaaba offered me many white people as slaves, and you said if I bought a single one you would declare war on me. Then a little while later our joint forces were attacking Shoobooshaaba and their Wirrawayan guards on multiple fronts. As we neared the capital Wirraway gave up fighting for them and left, adn then Shoobooshaaba surrendered."

"Right before Shoobooshaaba. (I had asked the international community what they would do if I started slavery. Shoobooshaaba offered me many white people as slaves, and you said if I bought a single one you would declare war on me. Then a little while later our joint forces were attacking Shoobooshaaba and their Wirrawayan guards on multiple fronts. As we neared the capital Wirraway gave up fighting for them and left, adn then Shoobooshaaba surrendered."

Oh, well, you weren't about to buy White slaves I hope.

Finnaly, Helldawg woke up after his two-day nap. "Hello!"

"How are the wife and kid doing?" J.L. asked.

"Meh, angry Pakistanis won't mess with me. I dealt with them before. Get some Shoobans to make me some bacon please"

"Shoobans are too dumb to cook," J.L. said contemptuously. "I had them make me bacon before, and they practically burned down my fucking palace."

I'm sure there was a fun set of exectutions after that incident. That is the exact reason that I generally hire a professional chef myself. 'Cuz one mistake and POOF! There goes the Shenyang government. Though I do have a rather advanced fire surpression system at home, just in case someone tries to make a grilled cheese sandwich at 2:00AM.

"Shoobans are too dumb to cook," J.L. said contemptuously. "I had them make me bacon before, and they practically burned down my fucking palace."

"They're not too dumb to cook, once I put them in a cube with all sides being metal except the top and put it in the desert near Abadan. It must of been at least 130 degrees that day, and I swear, nothing is better than hearing Shoobans scream as they slowly roast while sipping a cool drink and being fanned by two attractive harem girls."

"Shoobans are too dumb to cook," J.L. said contemptuously. "I had them make me bacon before, and they practically burned down my fucking palace."

"They're not too dumb to cook, once I put them in a cube with all sides being metal except the top and put it in the desert near Abadan. It must of been at least 120 degrees that day, and I swear, nothing is better than hearing Shoobans scream as they slowly roast while sipping a cool drink and being fanned by two attractive harem girls."

"They're not too dumb to cook, once I put them in a cube with all sides being metal except the top and put it in the desert near Abadan. It must of been at least 120 degrees that day, and I swear, nothing is better than hearing Shoobans scream as they slowly roast while sipping a cool drink and being fanned by two attractive harem girls."

OOC/IC: LOL!!!!!! :D :D :D :D :D :D :D

(OOC: Parthia, please check the Can't See Eye to Eye Thread ASAP. I've been invaded, and my (perfectly reasonable) surrender terms have been ignored. They're now committing mass genocide and threatening to destroy my entire nation.)

"Bacons Done!"

Shah Khosru spoke to Steve, "Thank you."

Before the Shah took a bite, the food tester consumed one of the strips, and finding no poison, the Shah began to eat freely.

J.L. said to the Shah and Steve, "My good friends, watch this!" He dragged over a nearby Shooban, took a dull butter knife, and began to saw open its head, as it screamed deliriously in agony. Hours later, he had pried open its skull, removed the brain, which was shriveled, smaller than a pea, and looked like a liver with cirrhosis, and tossed it onto a skillet. He fried it until it was crispy, golden brown. He then shoved it down the Shooban's throat, smacked the Shooban across the face with a frying pan, then whipped out a Winchester and shot the Shooban point-black between the eyes at close range.

J.L. said to the Shah and Steve, "My good friends, watch this!" He dragged over a nearby Shooban, took a dull butter knife, and began to saw open its head, as it screamed deliriously in agony. Hours later, he had pried open its skull, removed the brain, which was shriveled, smaller than a pea, and looked like a liver with cirrhosis, and tossed it onto a skillet. He fried it until it was crispy, golden brown. He then shoved it down the Shooban's throat, smacked the Shooban across the face with a frying pan, then whipped out a Winchester and shot the Shooban point-black between the eyes at close range.

The Shah laughed, and then said, "Watch this."

The Shah brought in a Shooban and strapped him to the floor before bringing in a trained Indian elephant. The Shah walked up to the elephant and said, stomp. The beast immediatley raised its massive foot and crushed the Shooban's arms and legs before slowly crushing the Shooban's stomach.

The Shah laughed, and then said, "Watch this."

The Shah brought in a Shooban and strapped him to the floor before bringing in a trained Indian elephant. The Shah walked up to the elephant and said, stomp. The beast immediatley raised its massive foot and crushed the Shooban's arms and legs before slowly crushing the Shooban's stomach.

"Ingenious!" J.L. said, laughing heartily. He then cleared his throat. "My friend, if it's not too much trouble, might I please have a few strips of your bacon?"

"Watch this!" said Steve.

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"Uh oh...

I think I just blew up New Delhi...

Ah well. Those silly Hindu's blew up that Mosque (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Babri_Mosque) that my great great great great great great great great great great grandaddy made. They deserved it."

"Interesting," J.L. said thoughtfully.

"Interesting," J.L. said thoughtfully.

"Want some squirrel pie?"

"Want some squirrel pie?"

"Hmmm...sure, I'll try some," J.L. said, albeit a bit reluctantly.

"Hmmm...sure, I'll try some," J.L. said, albeit a bit reluctantly.

"I'll get right on it!" said Steve as he gleefully ran into his bedroom and came out with a Two-Handed Katana. He then ran out of the building and into the tree's, where he moved with lightning speed. Within 10 seconds, 7 squirrels fell to the ground, all with their heads chopped off.

Steve then put them in a bag and walked back inside. Once inside, he layed them out on the table top, skinned them, gutted them, and took all the bones out. He then made a pie crust and put the squirrel meat neatly in the pie. He then added some peas, carrots, and mashed potatoes. He then put some spices on the insides of the pie, covered it with the pie top, and plopped it in the oven.

"Ten minutes!" he said as he got to work making a glove out of Squirrel Skin.

"I'll get right on it!" said Steve as he gleefully ran into his bedroom and came out with a Two-Handed Katana. He then ran out of the building and into the tree's, where he moved with lightning speed. Within 10 seconds, 7 squirrels fell to the ground, all with their heads chopped off.

Steve then put them in a bag and walked back inside. Once inside, he layed them out on the table top, skinned them, gutted them, and took all the bones out. He then made a pie crust and put the squirrel meat neatly in the pie. He then added some peas, carrots, and mashed potatoes. He then put some spices on the insides of the pie, covered it with the pie top, and plopped it in the oven.

"Ten minutes!" he said as he got to work making a glove out of Squirrel Skin.

"I'll have mine without the mashed potatoes, thanks," J.L. said.

(OOC: These are like chicken pot pies, correct?)

"I'll have mine without the mashed potatoes, thanks," J.L. said.

(OOC: These are like chicken pot pies, correct?)

OOC: "yup".

IC: "Ok, done!"

OOC: Are my keys in that squirel?

OOC: Are my keys in that squirel?

OOC: YOu'll just have to find out!

OOC: Great signature TLS

OOC: Great signature TLS

OOC: Thanks.

The Professor began pouring kerosene over the furniture.

The Professor began pouring kerosene over the furniture.

"Would you like some Squirrel Pie?"

J.L. took a bite and screamed, "Yowza-wowza, Jesus-please-us, this is G-O-O-D!!!! Whoo-OW!"

"Would you like some Squirrel Pie?"
"Sure, why not," said the Professor, getting out a box of matches.

"Have you guys read my memoirs?" J.L. asked, handing out copies of his recently written autobiography, Roach-Busters BETRAYED. On the front cover was a picture of RB City being consumed by flames, with a photo of J.L. (wearing his prison uniform) on the back cover.

"I've started reading it," said Walter, "But do you escape in the end?"

"I've started reading it," said Walter, "But do you escape in the end?"

"I don't know," J.L. said. "If I do escape, I'll write a second memoir, Free at Last: How My Faith Overcame the Power of Sarzonian Oppression.

"Have you guys read my memoirs?" J.L. asked, handing out copies of his recently written autobiography, Roach-Busters BETRAYED. On the front cover was a picture of RB City being consumed by flames, with a photo of J.L. (wearing his prison uniform) on the back cover.

Karl said, "Ah yes, quite moving......I will have Gincarelli distribute the book through his KSC Publishing House division. Your plight is terrible, may God have mercy on Sarzonia."

He then said. "If I may? Recently, my friend Jake Featherston IV recently came to power in a rather interesting seizure of power.....if you do escape, you are welcome to come to Virginia, sir."

Karl said, "Ah yes, quite moving......I will have Gincarelli distribute the book through his KSC Publishing House division. Your plight is terrible, may God have mercy on Sarzonia."

He then said. "If I may? Recently, my friend Jake Featherston IV recently came to power in a rather interesting seizure of power.....if you do escape, you are welcome to come to Virginia, sir."

"Thanks," J.L. said. "Hopefully, the book will incite anti-Sarzonian sentiment worldwide, and inspire a massive coalition which will bring Sarzo's evil empire to its knees."

"Well, I'm sure Justinian will do everything he can," said Walter, "So your entire nation is under occupation is it?"

"Thanks," J.L. said. "Hopefully, the book will incite anti-Sarzonian sentiment worldwide, and inspire a massive coalition which will bring Sarzo's evil empire to its knees."

Karl said, "Or, at the least, use the mechanations of the mobocrat media to our advantage.....I smell boycotts, and all sorts of hate mail for Sarzo. The idea is nice, perhaps my friend Jake should help it along?"

"Well, I'm sure Justinian will do everything he can," said Walter, "So your entire nation is under occupation is it?"

"Yes," J.L. said. "People are being robbed, beaten, tortured, and raped as we speak. Sarzonians are scum. They're even lower than Shoobans!"

Karl said, "Or, at the least, use the mechanations of the mobocrat media to our advantage.....I smell boycotts, and all sorts of hate mail for Sarzo. The idea is nice, perhaps my friend Jake should help it along?"

"That'd be great," J.L. said. "Any friend of yours is a friend of mine. Any help would be appreciated."

"Yes," J.L. said. "People are being robbed, beaten, tortured, and raped as we speak. Sarzonians are scum. They're even lower than Shoobans!"

Karl smiled, "They'll be good slaves then, when we're done with them.....our group practices slavery on such thoughtcriminals and scum, as it were, and I know of many that would be happy to have more workers."

Karl smiled, "They'll be good slaves then, when we're done with them.....our group practices slavery on such thoughtcriminals and scum, as it were, and I know of many that would be happy to have more workers."

"So, what's the plan?" J.L. asked.

"So, what's the plan?" J.L. asked.

Karl said, "Let's see....I will have Jake and Michele Gincarelli do a combined book launch and 'Free J.L.' rally. There, we will announce our backing for anybody who will resist Sarzonia."

Karl said, "Let's see....I will have Jake and Michele Gincarelli do a combined book launch and 'Free J.L.' rally. There, we will announce our backing for anybody who will resist Sarzonia."

"Awesome, thanks," J.L. said.

Bemused that he couldn't help JL, Professor Walter applied a lit match to the kerosene covered sofa.

Bemused that he couldn't help JL, Professor Walter applied a lit match to the kerosene covered sofa.

"Wish I could do that to Sarzo," J.L. muttered.

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"Awesome, thanks," J.L. said.


OOC: Want a seperate thread for that?

Walter got out a large black texta, wrote "Sarzo" on it and then soaked it in kero.

"Here you go," said the Professor, handing JL a match, "Its better than nothing."

"How long does it take to make pie, its been three days!"

"mmm ~60 hours more. beep beep"

*shoots custard into your face*

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