"I head to the kal'rika Nebula, and it's associated planets."
The train departs at a high speed, going mostly in a straight line. Soe bends and curves are observed, until for 5 minutes of looking at a rock tunnel, you come apon it.
It looks like a pretty cool place, all underground, and looks all relaxed. All the friends debark from the train, and head over. A tall female figure steps out. She is pretty slim looking to be considered an elite interdimensional fighter, but most people would call her a 9/10 In their books. Because damn. Dat face
"Who did you bring this time?"
"Uh, a Planeswalker, King of all Gods, and some other peeps"
"Planeswalker, huh?"
"Not interested in the King of all the Gods?"
"If he wasn't wearing *just* a codpiece. I like it the way I'd have to work work work to see some of someone."
As the Moderator passes by the second one, he goes in for a cheeky ass-slap. Before he can finish, the second one grabs his arm, twists it behind him, and uses the leverage to force him on his knees.
"it ain't ever gonna work, Unless I let you. And your chances are pretty small after that revenge run."
"Bullshit, you were so impressed."
"Look, Just because Sa'Rah is unavailable due to being an Admiral's daughter and thus wedding stock, doesn't mean you just keep hitting on girls that can beat the shit out of you."
"Bullshit. Sa'Rah couldn't kick my ass."
"Remember how you were searching, and she had a fucking Nano-gun pointed at your head?"
"My friend here likes smoothies."
she lets go, and motions everyone in. After everyone has sat down, they saw the awe-inspiring amount of drinks. Bellyrian cane Rum, Goldblasters, virtually any kind of drink known to anyone.
"What'll it be, fellas? and NO, I say NO, Dimension Destructors."
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Topic: The wacky misadventures of Moderator and Friends! Chapter 2: Chillin' (Read 14962 times)