You don't seem to understand the avoidance skill of this clown. He avoided it somehow. You can't keep down the clown. "I think I'm in love." Dammit Jessie! She is trying to murder you! "Yea..." Well I'm done. He has a problem.
"Gaah! All of the sons of all of the bit..." Alice! Language! "Sorry. This is just so damn frustrating!" Well, while you come up with a plan to kill the clown, I'm going to post more wolves.
Oh my go that one is with a tiger! Awah!!! My heart, it dokis! "You just said a random Japanese a word. The heck is wrong with you?" Coming from the clown that's infatuated with someone trying to kill him, that means nothing. "Yea, yea."
"An intriguing strategy. Give the Ninjakitty a heart attack, and the clown will die as well." Alice... are you proposing that we kill Dreamer? "Indeed. Continue the adorable onslaught." Um... since when were you the one in charge? Nevermind. Here's another picture.
Ridley! Control your secretary! As an adorable cat I'm immune to adorable induced heart attacks. "And I am not linked to the cat. I'm still here even if they leave." Bull! You are a character in my imagination.
"Immune to cute? Care to test that theory? NONE SHALL SURVIVE!!! BWAHAHAHAAA!!!" Whelp, Alice has gone completely rogue. I'm just gonna keep posting these until I run out.
"EIDII O'YU LOAT'A CLUNN!!!" Oh dear. She's screaming in her native language now. That's never good... WOW! I've only ever seen a Class IX antimatter rifle in pictures! It was nice knowing you, Jessie. Here's another picture.
It should. also, yay, more wolf and tiger!!!! "Still can't hit me, beach body babe!" Jessie! That is not appropriate!
I should mention that Alice is a galactic class sniper, and that a blast from a Class IX antimatter rifle travels at 99/100 the speed of light and impacts with the force of a forty-eight kiloton nuclear weapon. "Simply put, nothing can move fast enough to dodge this weapon." While Alice is busy finishing off the clown, I'll be posting the last of the tiger and wolf pictures.
So cute!!! "You can't keep down the clown, darling!" Its true. It's a proven fact of nature that you can't kill clowns.
"I. Have. Had. Enough." Alice... "You know what comes next." Alice... no. Do not even consider it. "Matriarch, fire the singularity generator." Aaaand... you've just created a black hole on a populated planet. The Galactic Senate will NOT be please. "It does not matter anymore. Nothing escapes a black hole. Not even that damnable clown. I win." Whatever. Have the Matriarch beam us and Dreamer aboard. This planet is doomed.
Oh geez. I'm sorry. I've been at the aunt's house with family and these are way easier to type up without drawing attention. My rp posts require some actual thought. >U<
This looks like a nice enough planet. Alice, send down the construction bots. We'll rebuild here. "Very well." Of course, we wouldn't have to rebuild if SOMEBODY didn't decide to blow up the last planet... "Shut up."
