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Love Nest For Tammy And Co


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Tammy, with those medical skills I'm conscripting you into the TFTD cooperative fanfic.

 

I can do that as I control the commanding officer, and under the terms of the X-Com charter, she can conscript anyone she wants :wink:

 

You might want to do a bit of training with your harpoon gun first, though.

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*DC teleports in and goes to see his dungeon*

 

Oh my god. Who left my dungeon without care, look at it, it's full of dust, my torture arsenal is rusted and there's rats and other criters running around, the dungeon is about to crumble.

 

*DC takes out his cellphone and calls the nessesary help*

 

Okay people, stay away from my dungeon for 2 kilometers, the smell will be so band that it can make you all barf and the noise of the workmen that will be repairing my dungeon will be deafning.

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ooh... Hang on BB... Now you seem to have three heads and no legs :o It looks like Tam's turned your little red balls into big white winking helmets :thinking:

 

Sorry DC I did tell them to keep an eye on the dungeon for you... Obviously they just don't listen to me, but then this is Tammy's domain, not mine :eh:

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*Starts think about all the poor rats being evicted from the dungeon*

 

Okay everybody, tuck your trouser legs into your socks. Rats really do get everywhere.

 

DC, instead of torturing another endangered species into extinction, have you thought about opening up your dungeon as a tourist attraction? Children are pretty sadistic, so they would love that sort of thing.

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Really? That's coincidental, I sat down for a sani earlier and watched a Fawlty towers DVD while I ate :thinking: wasn't that one mind, it was the O'Reiley lost doors episode... It wasn't on at 7 by any chance was it? That would be a real coincidence :eh:
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You know what happens to people who make billygoat references. As I like you, I'll sharpen up the axe blade, so with a bit of luck I'll be able to chop your head off with one stroke :thinking:

 

I'm running out of spikes though, so you're going to have to share with a tourist who objected to paying me to cross the bridge.

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* Starts to rummage through Imperial Guards Lost and Found box *

 

Hmm... lets see... an odd sock... a motorway cone... a single shoe... an AK47... a wooden leg... a jar of pickled eggs... a pink shirt... a half chewed lollypop... a cricket bat... a flat car battery... ummm... no spikes... sorry. :thinking:

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AT can i have Thorondor's body when you chop his head of, i just want to test the fast body decay mix on his body, also the new improved blue pill. :thinking:

 

*The comercial starts with a Star Wars theme*

 

Say hello to the new and improved torture piece, the blue pill. Not only it's big, it can make the pain rating higher by making spikes go out of it while in the anus.

 

*The narrator shoves a blue pill into the tester's anus*

 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH. ~ Now for the next phase. (Says the narrator. BTW, the ~ symbol means character switch.)

 

*The tester's ass explodes in a gory explosion. When everything clears up a tester without his ass is seen, while on the floor lies the spiky blue pill.*

 

(The narrator smiles, while wiping the blod from his face)

 

The new and improved blue pill, buy it at DC's Dungeon for 150$

 

*The comerrcial ends*

 

Oh and dont worry, Thorondors body will be alive with the help of my lightning rod. AT take this. *DC hands AT a spike made of titanium*

 

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*A guy in a black suit and with black shades aproches DC*

 

Uh sir, Your Sectoid/Aquatoid hybrid has escaped and killed... 40 guards. *DC turns his head and looks into the guys eyes and says with a demonic tone.*

 

Find him and get him back to his cell.... or I'am forced to test my blue pills on you and you colleagues.

 

*The guy gulps and then runs of leaving burning marks of his shoes on the floor, while DC heads for his dungeon, muttering*

 

Damn CIA mercenaries, I gotta test those blue pills on them.

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