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Just when the BFA
thought it was safe. |
Date:
4/11/2000
From: Nobuyuki
The members of the BFA gathered in their mess hall
to celebrate the destruction of the AFL's mess hall, taking
every opportunity to work the word "beret" into every
sentence. There was cake and other assorted goodies with little
candy berets on every table. As they laughed and made fun of
baseball caps, thinking victory was secure, a very horrible
thing happened.
That is, horrible if your on the BFA's side.
As the partying continued, the BFA members began to hear a strange
noise, coming from west side of the room. They all turned to
look out the window.
Two seconds later, panic struck the BFA as a dark blue 1984
Toyota Corolla managed to break the very laws of physics and
came crashing through the wall. A bumper sticker at the front
read, "I break for Doo Rags."
Before anyone could react, Nobuyuki, clad in a fedora, lept
with amazing skill from the driver's seat. The Indiana Jones
theme started to play in the background.
Slider_Sarah: What are YOU doing here?
Nobuyuki: Well, Hunter, Britslider and all those guys are still
looking for the Holy Fedora. It looks like mine will have to
do for the time being!
Nobuyuki immidiately whipped out a revolver and with precise
accuracy blew the berets off of various random members of the
BFA. The crowd shifted to the side as sleepingtiger entered
the area, carrying a big sword. She swung it around a bit and
screamed like a banshee, then Nobuyuki shot her beret off.
Peck: Hey! That's such a rip off!
Nobuyuki: Shut up, Peckerhead. (Blam!)
Nobuyuki reached back into the Corolla and pulled out a pile
of baseball caps. Making like Bruce Lee, he ripped through the
crowd of stunned BFA members, placing baseball caps on all those
he de-bereted.
Slider_Sarah: What...how, huh?
Nobuyuki: I wasn't here for the last war. I need my presence
to be known.
With that, he pulled out from his car a razor-edged derby and
flung it across the room, hitting the circuit breakers and causing
a black out. Nobuyuki then lept back into the Blue God of Death
and peeled out as fast as he could.
After the car had sped away, the BFA noticed that there was
still a ticking sound on the floor near by. Sleepingtiger lit
a match and looked at the sound's source.
It was a top hat shaped bomb set to go off in 3...
All BFA: HOLY (insert your personal preference of profanity
here)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2...
The BFA scrambled for cover or the nearest exit.
1...
All BFA: DAMN YOU!
0...
BOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And with that, the BFA's mess hall was no more. Revenge was
served. In the distance, a dark blue 1984 Toyota Corolla could
be seen driving into the distance, with every last middle finger
belonging to the BFA extended towards it.
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<Examines
the Seattle Mariners cap.> |
Date:
4/12/2000
From: sleepingtiger
It's not as pretty as my beret. <pulls out a box
of backup berets and tosses them across the rubble to the girls>
st: Ladies, shall we head to the real party room?
Sarah: Yes!!!!!
Others: WOohooooooooo
SS: They took the bait. <with that she waves a fan oh so
delicatly.>
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You
didn't think... |
Date:
4/12/2000
From: Slider_Sarah
we were stupid enough to leave anything important
in the mess hall did you? What do you take us for!
Hey, Tig, YEAH! We should make a huge party room. Why didn't
we think of that before?
Sarah. (she of the pale powder blue beret with lilac anti-nuclear
sign)
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