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Discussion in 'Forum Games' started by TheFlyingLlama, Feb 16, 2014.
Yeah nice game but I didn't 'steal' the cookie, I 'borrowed' it...but then I ate it. Sorry. hahhaaa
I just go back home and bake myself two dozen steaming hot chocolate chip cookies. Suckers.
Cut back to H.E.L.F.A. Headquarters, which miraculously managed to survive the destruction of the Earth... by means of an Emergency Reset Button(TM).
: Huh. Guess that came in handy after all.
: :dodgy: *groans* Yeah... hooray for arcane-metaquantum physics... Shabo darling, go fetch some ice packs for everybody, will you?
Right, pull yourselves together, people. Lazarus, gimme a sitrep.
: Mari here; we're all back and kicking, Sir.
: *groggily* Giant alien cyborgs... Raise dead... Paradoxes... Explosions... Drachmas....
: ... make that most of us, Sir. :-/
Right. Anything els- Agent Kyle, where have you been and what've you got there.
: *munches on a chocolate chip cookie* Oh, these? I found them. :angel:
... "found" them. :dodgy:
: You really wanna know where they came from, Chief?
Frankly, no. But I do resent you keeping them all to yourself.
: ... can I- :-/
: ... fine, cookies for everyone. You're such a killjoy...
I heard that. :dodgy:
Back at Gary's place...
And lo, was there much rejoicing.
Return of the Spy
RED Spy is playing Backstabbing Spree(HELFA theme) on Expert difficulty!
RED Spy stabbed everyone. Compare your score!
Shortly afterwards, on board the Kiltemal...
Tony: Let's see. There's 16 cookies left... We each take 8?
I shank you all with bits of my whisk and take back my remaining cookies.
Back at H.E.L.F.A. Headquarters, Infirmary Wing 1...
: You alright, Commander? :-/
*groans* ... ugh... Yeah, I'm fine... had my vest on and everything... How's everybody else holding up?
: Well, frankly it could've been worse. I spoke with the rest of the medics just now: looks like we've got everyone under wraps for the moment.
... and Hades?
: Don't write me off so easily yet, Commander. Lord of Tartarus, remember? Hell spat me back out.
... right. I want to make sure this doesn't happen again. Double down our security measures: cameras, turrets, patrols, a-
: Daddy! Daddy! Are you OK?
: Did the bad guys hurt you? Why I'm gonna burn the- *clenches fist*
*holds Salamander's fist and puts it down gently* Not here, Sally, OK? Daddy's fine. It's just a scratch.
: OK, then. :-/
: Oh, yeah! We've got something for you, Daddy!
*holds up an entire box full of assorted cookies*
: Yeah, we made them 'specially for you! So you can get better!
: Please, Daddy? Promise you'll get better soon? :angel:
*looks at the both of them, now sporting the biggest puppy dog eyes this side of Hoboken* ... OK. I promise.
: Alright, cool!
: OK, Daddy, say "Ah!" now!
*pops a cookie into Frost's mouth*
*takes one and instead of eating it, I accidentally burn it to a crisp...*
*makes cookies using chemistry and eats one of them* Oh I don't feel good...
*eats one of the uranium cookies*
Huh, I don't see what's so bad about these things...
I wonder if it's because of the fact that Firon's are immune to poisons and radioactivity... nah, that can't be it
*makes a pile of cookies and leaves it on a dead thread* Um... If no one eats these they will go bad.
/give @a cookie 64