How Stravo Got His Groove Back

Jason von Evil · Post by **Jason von Evil** » 2003-05-07 01:13pm

IG-88E wrote:
Kelly Antilles wrote:*ROTFLMAOPIMP*
???

Rolling On The Floor Laughing My Ass Off. No idea what the PIMP stands for.

Kelly Antilles · Post by **Kelly Antilles** » 2003-05-07 01:15pm

Aya wrote:
IG-88E wrote:
Kelly Antilles wrote:*ROTFLMAOPIMP*
???
Rolling On The Floor Laughing My Ass Off. No idea what the PIMP stands for.

Um... it's... pee in my pants

Post by **Kuja** » 2003-05-07 01:16pm

Kelly Antilles wrote:Um... it's... pee in my pants

Jason von Evil · Post by **Jason von Evil** » 2003-05-07 01:17pm

Kelly Antilles wrote:
Aya wrote:
IG-88E wrote: ???
Rolling On The Floor Laughing My Ass Off. No idea what the PIMP stands for.
Um... it's... pee in my pants

Kinky.

Kelly Antilles · Post by **Kelly Antilles** » 2003-05-07 01:17pm

Well??? It's really damn funny!

Jason von Evil · Post by **Jason von Evil** » 2003-05-07 01:19pm

*pats Kelly on the back* There, there, it's ok, it happens so everyone when they get old.

*hands her a jumbo pack of Depends*

Kelly Antilles · Post by **Kelly Antilles** » 2003-05-07 01:23pm

Aya wrote:*pats Kelly on the back* There, there, it's ok, it happens so everyone when they get old. *hands her a jumbo pack of Depends*

*grabs Iggy's sledgehammer and holds it threateningly* What did you say?

Jason von Evil · Post by **Jason von Evil** » 2003-05-07 01:24pm

*Grabs Stravo and holds him up as a shield* Uh...he said you were getting old.

Post by **haas mark** » 2003-05-07 01:54pm

Kelly Antilles wrote:
Aya wrote:*pats Kelly on the back* There, there, it's ok, it happens so everyone when they get old. *hands her a jumbo pack of Depends*
*grabs Iggy's sledgehammer and holds it threateningly* What did you say?

[stabs Aya repeatedly with a giant metal spork]

Post by **Kuja** » 2003-05-07 02:30pm

Play nice, people. Or at least play without inflicting too many grievous injuries.

Post by **haas mark** » 2003-05-07 02:31pm

IG-88E wrote:Play nice, people. Or at least play without inflicting too many grievous injuries.

Okay, I'll stop before I get to any major veins or arteries.

Stravo · Post by **Stravo** » 2003-05-07 02:41pm

Aya wrote:*Grabs Stravo and holds him up as a shield* Uh...he said you were getting old.

I most certinaly did NOT sa--- *stops, stares at cleavage and begins drooling*

Kelly Antilles · Post by **Kelly Antilles** » 2003-05-07 02:45pm

Stravo wrote: I most certinaly did NOT sa--- *stops, stares at cleavage and begins drooling*

*chuckles* You really like this avatar, don't you?

Stormbringer · Post by **Stormbringer** » 2003-05-07 03:30pm

Kelly Antilles wrote:*chuckles* You really like this avatar, don't you?

I think everyone likes your avatar.

Singular Quartet · Post by **Singular Quartet** » 2003-05-07 03:55pm

Kelly Antilles wrote:
Stravo wrote: I most certinaly did NOT sa--- *stops, stares at cleavage and begins drooling*
*chuckles* You really like this avatar, don't you?

And this is why I have my avatar.

So I don't ahve to deal with it...

Good story, by the by, and MArk, we expect more soon, or else.

2000AD · Post by **2000AD** » 2003-05-07 06:50pm

The posts that started it all:

Captain_Cyran wrote:
2000AD wrote:Alternatively is there someone out there who can go and chain Stravo to his computer so he can write all three non-stop?
Iggy and I could do it...we'd have to cross the state though, but it's no big deal.

Captain_Cyran wrote:
Stravo wrote:I feel oddly alarmed and wonder if perhaps I'm facing a Misery situation.... (Imagines Iggy holding me down as Captain Cyran swings that big old slegdehammer.)
No no no Stravo, if Iggy and I were to hurt you, you wouldn't be able to write anymore.

We'd just chain you to your chair infront of your computer, leaving your hands free enough to type, we'd bolt the chair to the ground. We'd give you food to eat, water to drink, and a bottle to piss in.

Captain_Cyran wrote:
IG-88E wrote:
Captain_Cyran wrote:<snip>
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You forgot the cattle prod for when he falls asleep.
*Gasp* How could I forget the Caddle prod?!

Post by **haas mark** » 2003-05-07 08:56pm

Singular Quartet wrote:
Kelly Antilles wrote:
Stravo wrote: I most certinaly did NOT sa--- *stops, stares at cleavage and begins drooling*
*chuckles* You really like this avatar, don't you?
And this is why I have my avatar.

So I don't ahve to deal with it...

Good story, by the by, and MArk, we expect more soon, or else.

[cuddles wit da kitty] awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww..............

Captain Cyran · Post by **Captain Cyran** » 2003-05-07 09:35pm

IG-88E wrote:Play nice, people. Or at least play without inflicting too many grievous injuries.

Awww...ruining my fun

*Puts his knife away* Anyway.

I'm loving every minute of this Iggy. It's a laugh a sentence.

Captain Cyran · Post by **Captain Cyran** » 2003-05-07 09:37pm

2000AD wrote:The posts that started it all:

<snip>

*Bows* Thank you, thank you.

Post by **Kuja** » 2003-05-08 08:43am

PART 3: On the Hunt

*fade in on STRAVO'S living room. STRAVO is seated at the computer and is staring at the screen. KUJA is seated on the couch. His hammer is unsheathed and he is repeatedly tapping the floor with the end of the shaft. CYRAN leans against the wall, alternately watching STRAVO and looking out the window. STRAVO looks over at KUJA, an annoyed expression on his face*

STRAVO: Will you stop that?

KUJA: Stop what?

STRAVO: That tapping. *KUJA resheathes the hammer* Thank you.

CYRAN: Any luck?

STRAVO: *coldly* No more than thirty seconds ago.

CYRAN: *sigh* Can't you go any faster?

STRAVO: No. You can't rush work like this. You have to let it happen in its own time.

KUJA: Put in some technobabble. That's what Star Trek writers do when they can't think of anything.

STRAVO: And we all love that, don't we?

KUJA: Point.

*STRAVO stands. Instantly, both KUJA and CYRAN pull out ridiculously oversized blaster rifles and point them at STRAVO*

CYRAN: Where do you think you're going?

STRAVO: The kitchen. I want a drink.

CYRAN: Oh.

*KUJA and CYRAN replace their rifles as STRAVO walks off*

KUJA: Man, I didn't think it would be this slow.

CYRAN: I hear ya. The guy's writing as slow as a peanut butter river.

*silence*

KUJA: Where the hell do you think up stuff like that?

*CYRAN shrugs. There are a few moments of silence, then a door slams*

BOTH: What the-?!

*KUJA and CYRAN run through the door that STRAVO walked through and end up in the hallway outside the apartment*

CYRAN: Shit! He tricked us!

KUJA: Let's go!

*the two Black Mages rush down the stairs just in time to see STRAVO dash out the building's front door. By the time they exit the building, STRAVO is already halfway down the block*

CYRAN: Come on, let's get him!

KUJA: *assumes heroic pose* Quick! To the Blackmagemobile!

CYRAN: You mean the Mustang?

KUJA: Well, yeah.

*KUJA and CYRAN dash around the corner of the building to a blue-green Mustang, the front end of which happens to be buried in a fruit stand. They climb in and KUJA hits the gas. Unfortunately, he forgets to put the car in reverse and the Mustang lurches forward, crushing the remains of the fruit stand*

KUJA: Get your Uzi. While I drive, you wave it around and fire sporadically.

CYRAN: Why?

*silence*

KUJA: Why not? Just do it.

CYRAN: Okay.

*cut to: STRAVO running down the street, avoiding various pedestrians as he does so. After a few moments, he makes his way to a phone booth and dials a number*

STRAVO: Come on, pick up. *pause* Pick up, damn you!

*there is a click on the phone line*

DALTON: Hello?

STRAVO: Rob, is that you? Listen, I need your help!

DALTON: What's up?

STRAVO: Kuja and Cyran showed up in my apartment with a bunch of weapons and now they're chasing me around Manhattan!

*a pause*

DALTON: So what do you want me to do about it?

STRAVO: Anything!

DALTON: Well, I'm kind of busy-

*the Mustang bursts out from around a corner roughly three blocks away. CYRAN leans out the window, screaming incoherently and firing his Uzi into the air. The crowd does not appear concerned*

STRAVO: Shit, here they come! You gotta help me before these two psychos kill someone! Like me!

*the Mustang gets closer. CYRAN spots STRAVO and yells even louder. KUJA hits the gas and the car accelerates*

CYRAN: Hey, not so fast! We're not supposed to kill the guy!

KUJA: YEEEEEEEEEEEHA!

*CYRAN groans*

STRAVO: Rob, I'm serious, I'll meet you at the café, bring lots of heavy weapons! I gotta go now!

DALTON: Hey, wait just a damn min-

*STRAVO drops the phone and dives out of the phone booth just as the Mustang slams into it, shattering the glass and obliterating the booth completely. The crowd still does not react*

STRAVO: Close one.

*STRAVO ducks into an alley as the Mustang begins to swing around*

KUJA: You can run, but you can't hide!

*cut to: DALTON'S home. DALTON hangs up the phone and turns to the nearest closet. Opening the door reveals a massive arsenal of sci-fi weaponry, which DALTON somehow manages to cram into his jacket*

DALTON: Let's rumble.

*fade out*

Kelly Antilles · Post by **Kelly Antilles** » 2003-05-08 08:56am

*hehehehehe* This is getting better and better.... however.... I do hope PotF is not suffering in the meantime. You may have a bigger hoard on your hands than you and Cyran bugging Stravo.

Post by **Kuja** » 2003-05-08 09:06am

Kelly Antilles wrote:*hehehehehe* This is getting better and better.... however.... I do hope PotF is not suffering in the meantime. You may have a bigger hoard on your hands than you and Cyran bugging Stravo.

Why, whatever do you mean?

*notices a large amount of people wandering through the streets of Buffalo carrying sharp pointy things*

Jason von Evil · Post by **Jason von Evil** » 2003-05-08 10:54am

My ribs! Laughing too hard.

Stravo · Post by **Stravo** » 2003-05-08 11:19am

NICE, now we have good old Dalton joining in on the fun. This is getting better and better. Its so good I've stopped writing stracrossed to see what will happen next.

Post by **Zaia** » 2003-05-08 11:41am

Stravo wrote:NICE, now we have good old Dalton joining in on the fun. This is getting better and better. Its so good I've stopped writing stracrossed to see what will happen next.

LOL Sort of defeats the original purpose...Doh.