Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25083348-20151115034659/@comment-24491127-20151119220834

//To DDP: Dr. Cob is in his Cob Striker, his machine that travels through space and time. You can't just throw him off without getting in.



Alright then. Let me see on my corn radar where trouble is. *radar beeps and the trouble appears to be Cybercorn walking towards Suburbia, approaching PP, PP, FP, and PF's direction* As much as I hate those kebabs, we have to save them. And I don't want them to hear this, but I don't care if they die. Just if the Cybercorn are disabled.



Fine. *rolls eyes and calls his brethren, exasperated* Bros, come to Suburbia with loaded taco guns. And Thirt- oh wait, he's dead. NVM, jut go!