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It was Fun!

Now, hold your horses; Don’t think this is my post about how I’m going to leave tumblr. No, but I am leaving something. This blog. It was fun with all the Villains, yeah, but, honestly, this blog kinda cut into my energy. I don’t know why, but it did when my last blog didn’t. Besides, most of the interactions here were mostly with my Godzilla Muses anyway, which were from my last blog. So, I’m just gonna leave this blog and head over to @xilieninvasion again; It’s nothing to do with any of you, I just kinda felt this blog was a wee bit redundant if all we’re gonna do is just RP with my Godzilla Muses. So, anyways, expect more activity on @xilieninvasion and maybe a new muse! ;) Oh and, don’t worry about any threads. They will be carried over, back to xilieninvasion, so don’t worry too much about it. Thanks for helping me in this little experiment, and although it didn’t turn out well, it was fun while it lasted! This blog will probably be left on Hiatus after I get everything sorted out. Meet you guys back at my last blog!  ~Mun

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And now, to add insult to injury, Nyarlathotep had shape-shifted into a near exact replica of Nicholas’ human form...  Save for his near glowing yellow eyes. “Aeverything is just fine, ma’am. Nothing te worry about.” He replicated, before chuckling. “We both know that’s a lie, Nicholas. Then again, most everything that falls out of your mouth is a lie.” The God goads, Nicholas’ own face wearing his same Shit-Eating Grin.

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“Au Contraire, Hyperchan. You’re one of my proudest projects, personally! I have watched you since you were a babe with a vested eye, and, I must say... You’ve given me so much to work with, to feed off of. I mean, after all, what’s more negative than killing off your own species? In cold blood too. I applaud your effort in trying to reach me, because it certainly worked!” Nyarlathotep, in his usual tone, Taunts Nicholas. The only thing making it worse is his snide, mocking smile.

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That’s cool, but also really creepy. Is there any being that is the exact opposite of Nyarlathotep?

Nyarlathotep’s smile fades, before being replaced with a small frown.“But of course there is. Where there is Darkness, there are shadows... But, where there is Light, there are Personas. This being you refer to is my rival, Philemon. We make bets regularly on scenarios in which Humanity can either Perish or survive... And even though he does nothing but watch, while I set everything against the humans...” Nyarlathotep’s frown would devolve into a full on scowl.“Like cockroaches, Humanity comes back, everytime... Well, save for one time that I almost had them.” His sneer returns, as he reminisces about such a time.

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Nyarlathotep, what are your abilities?

“Well, aside from being a god, I embody all of humanities... Nay, every living things dark side; Their shadow. Just like how you cannot truly snuff out light, you cannot truly wash away the darkness with light. In other words... I am you.” Nyarlathotep states, his usual smirk not leaving his face.“I know what you keep, so deep down in your little human brain that not even you know what it is. Your darkest secrets, your most hateful thoughts, your every sin, your true self.”

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Mun Face Reveal(?)

“Greetings, Human. I’m sure you were expecting something like the Mun’s face to be revealed right? Well, isn’t that lovely how gullible you are. In case you can’t tell, I’m not the Mun. The mun was never here. There has only been me... Nyarlathotep. I’ve decided to reveal myself to you now because, to be honest, I was getting quite bored! You see, I actually had my own blog... But I decided to move over here. There was so much darkness, so much shadow that I couldn’t resist. So, if you wish to ask me, Nyarlathotep, any questions, feel free to ask. Though, be warned, if you dare get snippy with me, you’re going to regret it.” Nyarlathotep would pause, before seeing what appears to be a little glob of Black Tar on his side. ”Oh, and if you don’t mind, I’ve brought my friend. Don’t mind them, they just don’t quite have a grip on any identity yet. Get close and maybe you’ll help them out.”

NYARLATHOTEP (PERSONA 2) IS NOW AVAILABLE FOR ASKS!

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Keizer scoffs, crossing his arms. “You Xiliens doubt my strength? Fine. I’ll show you. I can hold the entire world in my arms.” Keizer would boast, before picking up Oceaneye.

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100 times Gravity? Well, I mean, Grinpatch was around when Midora used his little Gravity thing, and he was still standing. So he can probably handle- And those were the last thoughts of Grinpatch, before he began a swift and intimate relationship with the ground. Tommyrod watched as a Grinpatch shaped dent in the ground began to form, his face emotionless. Even if the two were ‘friends,’ the most Tommyrod could muster was a stare that said ‘I told you so.’ Tommyrod would then shift his focus from Grinpatch (who was currently waiting for his body to stop hurting) to Belmod, his face twisting into a polite smile after seeing the display of power. 

“So... To what pleasure do we owe such a visitation, My Lord?” Tommyrod Asks. Brown-nosing? Maybe. Tommyrod likes to call it his survival instinct, and if his Appetite Demon is any indicator, then he’d best not trifle with this guy or his servant.  However, his troubles seem to not be over, as Grinpatch would lift himself from his little mold, staring at the clown.

“WHAT THE UNHOLY HELL WAS THAT!?”Grinpatch screamed, grabbing his Devil Straw Mosquito, before Tommyrod, in one swift movement, kicked Grinpatch’s head back into the Dent. 

“You’ll have to forgive him, he’s not too bright.” Tommyrod tries to pardon, even if he doesn’t exactly sound all too concerned for Grinpatch. They might be comrades, but right now, it’s survival of the fittest. 

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“A hundred times gravity.” Belmod says simply, nodding to Grinpatch. The angel smiles simply, and the intensity on Grinpatch’s body multiplies, as if gravity is crushing him. She doesn’t even have to hold onto the poor Bishokukai, who can’t even stand with well over a hundred times gravity weighing on his body. Despite all his training to even enter the Gourmet World, this was on a whole other level.

“Allow me to explain, mortals~” Marcarita lets go of Tommyrod, returning to her Destroyer’s side with a chilling smile. “While I believe your planet is… unaware of how creation and destruction coincide, my Lord here is… what would you consider the destructive force of your universe. Not even an Appetite Demon could hope to challenge him, least of all you, so I suggest you treat him with the utmost respect, unless you wish to spectate my Lord devouring your body parts.”

“Bug boy’s head will be good as a mop, but that idiot on the floor, I think his head would be good as a martini shaker; just listening to those eyes of his rattle around while I mix up some drinks sounds delightful… I knew I picked you two up from Hell for a reason~ Release the gravity on the vacuum cleaner there, Marcarita, we don’t want his bones to turn to dust on us.”

The weight on Grinpatch eases, although the girl’s innocent smile hasn’t faltered, as if warning either of them to speak poorly of the Destroyer again.

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Leo would pause as his Mother asked the Question; He didn’t really wanna admit it now that, pretty much as soon as he was alone, X had appeared and told him the bad news about Mothra. Well, maybe not literally immediately, but he was only alone on his island for a few months and hadn’t seen his mom since then. Now, obviously, she was busy, but to the fairly young kaiju, he was starting to get a bit anxious. So, when a strange alien says that your mother has been mutated... Well, it’s a bit strange, but Leo was naive enough to buy into it. But, that doesn’t particularly look good for Leo, so Leo’s mind goes over all the stories he could come up with. “Er, well... See, I had come to blows with our mortal Enemy, Ghidorah... And, well, All seemed lost, but then, the Xiliens had came in to save me! However, during my vulnerable state, they had lied to me. And that’s how I came to met them. As for where they are right now... They are above the Clouds, in Space. They didn’t seem too terribly bad, however...” Leo lied, trying to retain his dignity. Leo would pause after explaining, before looking up to his Mother.  “Though, the true meeting was on Infant Island. That’s when one Xilien in particular, X, had offered me a place to stay on his ship. Though, It’s strange... They had other Kaiju on there... And I could sense what felt like other titans! It was faint, but they were there! Scylla, Gojira, Rodan... And, obviously, you, Mother.” Leo had remarked, looking off to the side a bit in thought. He didn’t exactly bring up the fact that he had trace amounts of what he thought were even possibly a Gigan Species or a Ghidorah, but, he’d rather not cause any more stress for his mother. He can handle his own problems, anyhow.

A Sense of Betrayal

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The Larval Kaiju would begin to calm down, evidenced by Leo’s short, shallow breaths as he collects himself. He was just so relieved, as if a great weight and pressure had been lifted off his shoulders; Although he was thoroughly upset and betrayed at the news he had heard, his greatest fear through it all was that he would have to take his mother’s place as a Protector of the World. Well, even if it wasn’t really the Protector of the World, Leo wouldn’t be able to handle the pressure. His Mother was way better than he ever was, even if he didn’t really admit it vocally; the thought of him having to take up that role worried him. But, thankfully, his mother was alive, and any problems he may have had with it had vanished… Only to be replaced with anger. Slowly, piece by piece, Leo would begin to realize that, if his Mother was fine… Then those Alien bastards had lied to him! Leo, not only angry, but embarrassed that a Kaiju like him, who was supposed to be a child of the Great Mothra, got so easily tricked by the simplest of lies. It was a metaphorical kick to the ribs of Leo’s pride, and he turned to the sky, looking up with an increasingly frustrated and angered tone to his voice. “The Xiliens. They had told me that the humans had… Had irradiated you beyond the point of recognizing me! They said… They said that you’d try to kill me on sight because you were so mutated and disfigured! They told me to try and avenge you by destroying this town. I… I can’t believe I fell for something so stupid as that! … I’m sorry…!” Leo yelled the apology towards his mother, bowing his head in shame; If it wasn’t obvious enough, he didn’t exactly like to disappoint Mothra, for obvious reasons. But after that, Leo would pause… Wait, if they had lied, then what the hell did he detect on their ship? It was definitely his mother, and he could tell something was… Off about it. Like, how you smell something you recognize, but maybe the smell is slightly off. Or when you walk into what appears to be a normal room, but one of the Pictures on the wall look slightly crooked. It was normal, but something was… Strange about it.  “But… I could’ve sworn I did feel your presence on their ship…” Leo mentioned, his anger turning into slight confusion.

Mothra’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, though it was clear that she was troubled at her child’s words. The Xiliens - she had never heard of them, but from what her son spoke of, they were manipulative; liars, seeking to twist the motives of her own child for whatever malicious purposes they had in mind.

“You do not need to apologize, my child.” She’d stroke over her head oh so gently with a claw, to soothe his worries. “I am not angry at you for believing them. But… I have never heard of these ‘Xiliens’ before. The fact that they tried to manipulate you… concerns me greatly. But their claims of the humans having mutated me would be an impossibility. There would simply be no means for Man to disfigure me into a monstrosity.”

Though… the possibility of an egg falling into the wrong hands did cross her mind. They were usually very well hidden, tucked away from the prying eyes and hands of Man, but if these Xilien entities had come into possession of one…

Her insectoid heart sank at the possibility of there being another child of hers; in pain, chained to the whims of what she knew as an enemy.

“Do you know where you first met these… Xiliens?”

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The Xilien, as per usual, would laugh at the Newly Made Keizer’s pain, caused by the sheer power and force of his one punch. Though, his enjoyment turned to curiosity upon seeing that the beast was not only still alive, but still wishing to go through with this little brawl. An admirable effort from a human, though, at this point, both combatants were far, far from human in both appearance and state of mind. X paused, seeing what the Spartan could possibly do after an attack like that, which became clear in the short span of a few seconds as Chief began to shoot out another beam. Now, X immediately saw the implications of another Beam attack, but... This time, he wasn’t gonna dodge, or block. No. His DNA wouldn’t allow him to, anyhow. Seeing the Titan raring up to attack, X let out a roar, the entire room being filled with a strange, warbling, almost Siren-like Roar mixed with growling, snarling sound underneath all of it for intimidation, Golden Lightning Arcing off of him and hitting his surroundings. The Lightning hit a part of the Transparent Material separating the fight from the Scientists studying the Duel, leaving a giant blackened mark on it. A golden light began to glow through X’s chest, before traveling up his throat; Eventually, The Xilien Keizer would open his mouth and let out a giant Gravity Bolt, colliding with the Former Spartan’s Beam of pure radiation. Although he was able to keep the beam back, the two sides were neither winning nor losing, as they had apparently reached a stalemate. Of course, the Xiliens didn’t get to where they were today by playing fair; To try and make the odds more... Equitable, A brave Xilien Soldier took a lucky potshot towards the Chief. Of course, right now, the Laser Pistol probably did more than slightly singe Chief’s scales. However, damage wasn’t the priority; If they could just simply distract Chief or make him falter, the battle would be over with X being the Victor. So, The Xilien Soldier, face as stiff and cold as a slate, shot at Chief’s Knees. Again, no damage, save for maybe a sharp burning sensation on Chief’s part.

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Well, X’s arms did take the blow, as the hit had blasted him back into the nearest wall, despite the ‘nearest’ wall being approximately 10 Meters away from him. Not only did the impact of smashing into the Durable Nanocarbon Steel Plated Wall cause some rather bad spinal fractions, and caused approximately 7 of his bones to either fracture or break… But the punch itself had knocked his forearms clean off. Thanks to the Ghidorah DNA, though, his bones would start to mend themselves near instantly.  His arms, which had been turn into a fine Blackish-Blue mist, had started to grow back, but… This wasn’t fast enough. His body wasn’t on the level Chief’s was. He looked to the small canister on his side, full of the Golden, Amber Pills that had allowed for his transformation. The Xilien Scientists voice rang in his mind; ‘Never take more than 3 in a day, lest you haphazardly scar your Genes in an irreparable manner.’ X was never really big on rules, but, he’d usually follow them if the consequences for not following them included something that would probably hurt him. Using his tongue, which had been modified by the Ghidorah DNA, he’d reach into the canister, drawing out another Golden Pill, before crunching it between his sharpened fangs. The result was near instantaneous; X’s arms would regenerate at incredible speeds, going from stumps to fully grown arms in at least 3-5 seconds. X would feel his horns start to grow further from his forehead, as a two pronged tail emerged from where his Tailbone would’ve ended. His body started to grow more and more golden scales, as his face would get more serpent-like. Arcs of Electricity and Gravity Bolts would crackle from his scales, as everything save for the very front part of his chest would get blanketed in shimmering scales. And finally, along with a growth spurt (from 6′7″ to 7′3″), Membranous Wings would burst out of his back, before folding onto his back. A familiar scent would begin to waft off of X, strangely enough. A scent that even the DNA of one Titanus Gojira would recognize… A scent of a long lost enemy. X would look to Spartan, before using his wings to give him a push, much like how the Keizer used the Radiation to propel him. Charging his fist with Electricity and Gravity Bolts, he’d slam his fist straight into Chief’s chest, hopefully aiming to at least shatter his ribcage. To describe the force that went behind X’s punch, please, if you will, imagine a dump truck full of nothing but unstable, electrical batteries. Then, also imagine that it was now strapped to 2 Jet engines. Needless to say, this was going to hurt. X would let out his signature cackle, laughing like a Hyena would, as he observed his new body. He could feel it pulse and teem with new strength. “You bastard… You actually made me take 3! I feel… I feel like I’m on some kinda high! Gyahahahahahahaha…! I feel fantastic~! Rejuvenated!” X would exclaim, before he would drag his claws down his face. Just as soon as he made the deep gash marks, they would heal, as if they never existed in the first place. To test his regenerative capabilities, he’d bite off his own hand, throwing the appendage on the ground. Not only did his hand heal back in a flash, his hand on the ground would start to grow an arm, and, if he didn’t destroy the hand entirely… Probably another X. Maybe. This is the first time X ever took 3 in a single day, so needless to say, he’s a bit giddy.  “The Ghidorah DNA inside of me wants blood… I can feel it’s cries. It senses an old enemy, and it wants blood…! Gyeheheheheheheheh…!” X’s crazed laughs would echo within the chamber they fought in.  All the while, The Controller would watch the fight unfold beneath him. Far be it from him to deny X a fight while he’s in this mood; last time he did that, he ended up with 3 giant gashes on his chest. He was thankful that the Keizer DNA inside of him could heal up scars, because it would’ve been rather unsightly had anyone saw it. “There’s not much we can do at this point,” He advised to nearby scientists, “Just keep watch and take notes. Interfere if the battle seems to be going too extreme.” He sagely nods, before watching the fight with a discontented, but silent, look to him.

The Keizer watched as the alien fiend before him would suddenly mutate even further - turning becoming more and more like a beast than a human, despite the bastard never having been truly human in the first place. But on a instinctive, primal level… the golden appearance of his foe was familiar. Infuriatingly familiar.

Before he could retaliate, the demon had launched itself at him - colliding just as hard, if not harder, into the Spartan. He could feel the distinctive snap of a few rips cracking under the brute force, but the pain only served to fuel his rage. A roar - completely inhuman, and rather similar of the beast that he shared a genetic relation to now - escaped him. His claws dug into the floor as he was forced back, leaving deep, long marks in his wake.

He could not think rationally. There was only the primal, god-like fury pulsing through his veins, and it demanded only one thing; death.

All of the gill-like vents along his body slammed themselves shut; clouds of steam rolled off the Spartan - if he could even be called a Spartan anymore, let alone a man - before once more that jaw would open, wide and unhinged, and from it came forth a narrow beam of pure white energy, aimed straight at X; he intended to cleave the monstrosity clean in two. And it would not be a short blast, either; one long, continuous shot that would last until he’d nearly burn through all of the bio-energy reserves in his body. But such rage fueled him, that he’d almost go mad with sheer anger; a god-awful roaring scream bellowing out, thrashing, clawing at himself, sending that beam at just about anywhere and everywhere that he pointed.

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Ku, hand on chin and smirk on face, watched Yrsa in the Kimono... How he convinced her to wear such clothes is unknown, but he seems to take some kind of enjoyment out of this.                                                                     "Look... Good." He speaks out in a heavy accent, trying to replicate (and failing) Yrsa's Language.

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Marcarita's latched an arm onto Tommyrod, strong enough to rip it apart like she's tearing tissue paper. Another arm is around Grinpatch, although it's a lot less merciful, ready to dislodge his limbs at any moment. "Look what I found living in the garden, Lord Belmod! The pink-haired cutie spits up bugs, and I bet the tall one could serve as a breeding nest for the parasitic blood gnats! Can we keep them, please?~"

“Wait, whaaaaaa~? What are we talking about right now? All I remember is exploring the Gourmet World Jungle, and then I just ended up here... Or, did I miss something, Tom?” Grinpatch didn’t really have enough time to comprehend what happened to him, and that was before he processed what looked like a clown. Grinpatch began to snort internally, trying to hold back laughter. Oh god. This guy was a clown. Grinpatch wasn’t really a fan of clowns, but the fact of his name being Belmod, him having the title of Lord despite him looking like a goddamn clown is what is killing Grinpatch. 

“GYAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Alright, Alright, fine, you got me invested, man. I guess it’s just normal to go around looking like that in this part of the Gourmet World. Who am I to judge if people wanna act like the clowns they are, man!” Grinpatch would cackle. Tommyrod, however, thanks to his Compound eyes and more straight-laced personality, would bow. He couldn’t sense Ki as correctly as one with Ki could, but if his Appetite Demon was shrinking from this guy, then he can take a hint. Though, Tommyrod is still reeling from being called a ‘pink-haired cutie.’ Firstly, as much as Tommyrod likes flattery, he would more like to be called ‘Terrifying’ and ‘Bloodthirsty.’ ‘Cute’ doesn’t sit well with him. Secondly, He wasn’t exactly flattered by what appears to be a oxygen deprived corpse of a person. But, if this guy is any indication, then he might as well play along.

“Greetings.” Tommyrod curtly replied. He didn’t say anything more, but Grinpatch doesn’t really seem to take well to that, pushing Tommyrod on the shoulder a bit.“Ah what, are ya scared of clowns now? Just when I thought you were pathetic enough to be scared by friggin’ bunnies-” Grinpatch would tease, before Tommyrod shot him a look of murder.

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“You know, I’ve always wondered... Tommyrod, if you don’t have a nose, then how do you smell things? Don’t you need a good sense of smell in cooking?” Starjun asks, before Tommyrod looks to Starjun.

“Oh, it’s simple, really.” Tommyrod would brush his hair back, as two Cockroach-like Antennae would emerge from the Light Pink hair. They’d stir a bit, before Tommyrod would react, the smell of Starjun’s cooking finally picking up with him. “The steak smells burnt, as per usual, Starjun.” Tommyrod critiqued, as Starjun would stare, the Antennae falling back into Tommyrod’s hair.  “The more I learn about you, the less I wanna know about you.” Starjun responded.

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((Good song, thought you’d appreciate hearing your boys singing together, haha)) @marcarxta ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ((Very, Very nice! I was actually trying to find that song and couldn’t find it, so thanks for finding it for me!))

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Grinpatch watched as his Straw would get taken away from his grasp and mangled, before hearing Sani’s threat. Aw, cute, he thinks he’s being threatening. Grinapatch may not have an Appetite Demon (He’s been skipping out on awakening his cells) but he’s sure that he’s quick enough to put a hole in Sani’s Chest, Throat and Head before he could even realize what’s happening... Of course, then he’d have to deal with Quinn, but, he never really liked to overthink his plans anyway. And also... He was far too laidback and mellow to really do anything right now. He liked it when food fell into his lap, not when he had to catch it.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. I’m sure that you’re little snake buddy is no match for Jack.” Grinpatch would dismissively hand wave the Mother Snake. The sentiment was not shared with Tommyrod, who laughed at the prospect of a Jack Elephant being able to defeat a Mother Snake.

“What, that thing? Defeating a Mother Snake? That thing is only good for harvesting ingredients, it’s completely and utterly worthless for anything else! If anything has a better chance of defeating that thing right there it’s my Neo Parasite Emperor.” Tommyrod would boast, before the little topic of Starjun and Midora’s death at Joa’s hands was brought up. Both Gourmet Corp. Members would pause in disbelief as they heard the tidbit, before they both burst out into laughter. 

“Starjun?? Midora?? Dead because of Joa?? What are you, dense? Weren’t you there when it happened? Midora had killed Ichiryu in battle, and Starjun defeated Toriko! Do I really have to fact check someone who was at the event in question?!” Tommyrod would cackle, before Grinpatch joined in.

“You must be as dumb as you look if you think that’s what happened!” He added on... But, they didn’t mention if they won or not, so it’s safe to assume they still lost.

Even Toriko had a little more… finesse than Tommyrod when it came to eating, as much as he loathed to admit it. But then again, he wouldn’t invite either to a fancy dinner party. “Says the guy who doesn’t even have a nose, ya prob’ly can’t tell the difference between red an’ white wine.”  As if that’s really an important thing to distinguish, Sani…

Sani’s face contorts in disgust at the new arrival; at least this guy wasn’t as bad… His feelers make a beckoning motion, almost unseen – but it reached its intended audience, as Quinn rears her head, snatching Grinpatch’s straw before he could try anything else.

“Seriously, ya call yourselves chefs when ya got such disgustin’ taste? No wonder Midora an’ Starjun couldn’t rely on ya t’ do anythin’ other than die. At least they died beaut’fully durin’ that fight with that bastard Joa…” He then shoots a glare at Grinpatch, as Quinn chews on his straw like a dog with a bone. Even with the upgrades put onto the Devil Mosquito straw, it wouldn’t stand much chance in the stomach of a Mother Snake.

“An’ if ya pull out another one of them straws, I’ll make sure Quinn rips off yer arms, got it, fish lips? Maybe then you’ll have an ounce o’ beauty, without such flabby arms on yer body.”

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Seeing the Gourmet Hunter drink the wine made Tommyrod realize that, he too, needed Alcohol to get through this day if this is how it’s gonna start. His throat would bulge to the size of a Baseball, before he coughed up a Bacchus Mosquito. The Mosquito would buzz loudly, it’s flying being incredibly unpredictable and swaying, before landing in Sani’s Stash. It’s proboscis would pierce at least 12 Wine bottles, sampling each as it’s Abdomen swelled with Wine and Alcohol. After it had drank it’s fill, the Drinks inside it’s abdomen starting to mix together into a blood red color, Tommyrod would snatch it out of the air, before delicately removing the Abdomen and crushing the bug. He cut the Softball sized Sac open, and began to greedily drink of it’s contents.

“First things first, I have incredibly refined tastes, unlike you; Dumpsters are already full of bugs, so I prefer Fresh Carcasses and or already alive beings to cultivate my bugs. Second things second, If I knew how I survived, anyhow, why would I tell you?” Tommyrod would debate, semi-calmly. Tommyrod would cringe at the fact that Sani had referred to him as ‘Ugly.’ I guess people won’t ever recognize pure beauty. “‘Ugly Cretin,’ huh? That’s hilarious, coming from a Pallid-Skinned, Garishly Colored Hypocrite such as yourself.” Tommyrod the Hypocrite replied, before sighing.

“Heyyyyy guys, how’s it hangin’~?” And when it rains, it absolutely drenches you in sulphuric acid. Grinpatch is here. Joy. And of course, he had to walk in while he was ruminating, so as soon as he walked in, he had vomitted the remains of what appears to be a Pigeon, before slurping it back up Greedily.

“I’d rather put up with that creep than get anywhere near you!” Sani yells back, nearly gagging at the tongue. “Comin’ from the guy who’s got bugs livin’ in his stomach, pukin’ them up in such a gross way, it’s like “just die already!”, y’know?! Ya probably hang around dumpsters t’ feed those disgustin’ bugs you’ve got stored inside of ya, no wonder ya look so ugly all the time!

“And who the hell do ya think has an infection, huh?! I bet ya need t’ live in animal faeces t’ keep ya bugs happy, an’ ya probably got some kinda gross illness – jus the thought of it is givin’ me split ends!”

Sani is very serious in his statement; finally getting this rant off his chest, he shoots a fierce glare to Tommyrod. He really needs a drink… Without a care for the stash, he snatches the bottle of chilled wine beside the chef, and pours himself a glass. “So how in the hell are ya alive anyway? It’s not like I wanted t’ eat such a disgustin’ freak, but how else was I supposed t’ rid of such an ugly cretin such as y’self, huh?”