Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26826553-20160625020659/@comment-26826553-20160701094252

DatDramaPlant wrote: //Ms. is fine.

MRF: Sure. I'll be back to you in five minutes. *walks to the wall, and walks straight through it*

(in the mirror world)

MRF: We need a rocket.

Elec: Why a rocket and not--

MRF: They want a rocket, so just give it to them.

(montage of crafting, smelting and other stuff)

(five minutes later)

MRF: *shrinks the rocket and carries it back into the lab* I shrunk it for convienience, so just press the button to return it to normal. *hands the rocket over* It's also fourth-dimensional, so it'll fit as many people as you want. Yeah... for fast services that's usually by default. But no biggie. //Carrie: I looked at the rocket. Good thing we have techs for epic s**t like this & that to do the s**t we want...I guess I must admit that, at that moment, I was thankful for MRF's existence. I guess that she probably needs my respect...At least, for now.

Carrie: ...Thank you, Ms. MRF

Ewen: *yelling into his phone* POPS, WE GOT IT! WE'RE HERE IN (insert exact location here)

Carrie: Well, what I'm about to do is a bit awkward but...*gives MRF a hug* Sorry. And thanks. Guess you don't really look as old as you really are...Mind if we exchange numbers? At least, that way, we don't have to go through this again & crash through ceilings & stuff...

Ewen: THEY'LL BE HERE IN THREE, TWO, ONE-

(An SUV, rushing at full speed, halted an inch from Ewen. The Alien, the Predator, & the Terminator of the prophecy stepped out, still firing at the Xenochomper horde rushing close behind.)

Dark: *grumpy* Well, about time!

Carrie: Better late than never! *has the rocket go to normal size* Don't mind him, he's a dork.

Dark: I heard that!

Marcus: No more delays.

Terminator: We must go, now. (Everyone climbs up except Ewen & Carrie)

Carrie: Yep! Well, I guess this is goodbye, Ms. MRF *climbs up, with Ewen close behind*...Now get out of here & save your a**es, this city is probably gonna get f**ked up in an hour or so. We guys have to save the world. Pops, let's-

//Carrie: And there he was, blocking the way. I didn't get what the f**k, but Ewen probably did, because he went back down.

Terminator: You're not going with us. You're staying here..

Carrie: ...Wait, what?

Dark: COMING CLOSER!

Terminator: Go with Mercuric Radiuflame & her group. This is not your mission.

Carrie: ...Pops...Pops, you're not being clear here! You've...uh..ARGH! You've got to be s**ttin' me! I thought we are all supposed to-

Terminator: No. I am not s**tting you.

Carrie: F**k you, you stupid robot! *charges into the rocket* Let me in!

Terminator: *grabs Carrie & hurls her down* Stay here.

//Carrie: I hate this. As if the serious tone is not enough, Pops is not allowing me to go with him, & I am at loss of words.

//Maybe you could mind telling her that she should listen to Pops, because he is right, & it's for her own good?

//Carrie: F**k you TAPA, hell no!

Carrie: Ms. MRF, mind telling this f**king machine to let me in.

Ewen: Carrie, I think you should just do-

Carrie: SHUT UP!

Dark: *blasts at the incoming Xenochompers* HURRY THE HELL UP, DAMN IT!