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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Mar 26, 2005 16:24:07 GMT -5
TEO is bored by now and has started to unload her books, probably suffocating a few nearby passengers. She listens to the pilot.
"Er. This is your pilot speaking. We're going to have to delay take off by twenty minutes because of a freak storm of lightly poached eggs on the runway to the north. Have a nice day."
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Post by Niccahmabob on Mar 26, 2005 16:25:57 GMT -5
*Eyes dart as the pilot speaks.*
Oh god, it's those voices again!
*Curls up in a ball*
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Post by Marakai Amenhotep on Mar 26, 2005 16:32:52 GMT -5
MA looked at Bob oddly. " Dude, don't worry, it's just the intercom. And poached eggs?" MA pondered this and shook her head, continuing to work on her FST.
" So, Bob, where are you from? What's your story?"
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Post by Jette Vonavisca on Mar 26, 2005 19:03:56 GMT -5
Jette finally manages to make it onto the plane, sitting in one of the empty seats across from TEO and MA.
"Jesus, security is tight. You threaten to behead ONE security guard and they're all over you. It's a good thing I made magical poached eggs this morning, otherwise I would have missed it. And MA, what happened to your manga? And who is this strange-looking lebanese girl? And isn't she the one that was harassing The ASW? And why are there unconcious people behind you? I hate being late, I always miss everything."
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Post by The ASW on Mar 26, 2005 22:34:20 GMT -5
* Dashes up to the plane after having lost Maria in the vat of balls in the children's area * * Shows her passport to the flight person *  * The picture shows a screaming ASW about to break the skull of the photographer with the Ladel of Havoc * * Glares at the flight attendents as she boards the plane * * Darts into the empty seat next to Jette * * Stares at Jette for a minute * * Stands in the seat and looks over at TEO * Just DON'T tell me vhen everyvone is boardingk! |
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Post by Kirukelgyr on Mar 26, 2005 22:38:14 GMT -5
*On the other plane*
Furball decides it would be easier to refer to herself in third person, and would make her look intelligated, which is a cross between sophisitcated and intelligent, and not to be used by people under the age of five.
"Alright! The last bag of peanuts goes to the man in the third row with the red shirt for $85,000!" Furball said, looking quite pleased with herself for being about to pronounce numbers.
"What?" Said the man in question. "All I did was cough!"
"You obviously didn't know that anyone in the first three rows are auctioning people, and things like coughs are bids to raise the price." Furball said knowingly, flipping open her Furball Handbook and using her coke materialization powers to somehow transfered a light-generated shadowy thing of it onto the wall. She then used a laser pointer to demonstrate what she was talking about with a very spiffy looking diagram of a chicken.
"OW! MY EYE!" A lady in the back called as Furball got bored and started shining the laser pointer into people's eyes. She cackled and did a little dance before tossing the last bag of peanuts into the air and into the red-T-shirted-guy's lap. She then marched over, held out a hand and said:
"I'd like $85,000 or your eternal soul."
"Um..." The man looked hesitant. Furball sighed.
"Fine then." She laughed evilly, before snatching the peanuts out of the cowering man's hands. "Coconut gets them for three sprite bottle caps!"
Coconut in the back of the plane, while attempting to drown someone in the bathroom by filling it with water from a hose (under the guise of extinguishing them of all fire), punched the air.
"YES!"
"But first, I suggest we all gather around this campfire made of various plane-seat-backings and sing roudy songs while that guy with the chainsaw and his friend with the Atomic Bomb accompany us on their newfangled instruments I just mentioned." Furball said in a loud cheery voice. She was beginning to enjoy being on her way to Saudi Arabia. She was also beginning to enjoy the easy way to write by talking about herself in third person. She could not however, figure out how to think in italics, so she settled for thinking in green. I'm So Happy! Oh! Oh! So Happy Dappy!
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Post by Oz on Mar 27, 2005 7:35:51 GMT -5
Oz sat on the plane, pondering. He didn't quite have anything to ponder as of yet, other than the fact that he was bored and their was a strange chewy substance beneath his shoe, but nonetheless he rested his chin on his hand and stared ahead. This was the International Sign for pondering, and he was sure that everyone would know that he was thinking something very important.
"Eureka! I've got it! We just mail Furball a cell phone from this plane and then call it when it eventually gets to her! Now, normally this would take 3-5 business days, but if we slip the guy from Fed-Ex a fiver, I'm sure it'll get there within a post or two!"
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Post by Marakai Amenhotep on Mar 27, 2005 10:33:21 GMT -5
MA screamed in frustration and whacked Oz on the head.
" The PLANE IS IN THE AIR! The Fed-Ex guy can't get to it! GAHHHH! That's it, I'm trying again!" She turned to Jette. " Some kid drooled on my manga, that's Nichamabob, and I'll be with you in a minute."
MA picked up the airplane phone and dialed the number of Furball's plane again. " Come on, Furball...for God's sake, pick up." MA muttered. I just hope she isn't associating herself with terrorists, again... MA thought in ittalics.
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Post by Kirukelgyr on Mar 27, 2005 12:14:15 GMT -5
Furball was currently talking with a guy who looked suicidal, asking him why he had a gun dismantled and stuck to his shoes. The man was looking stressed out, and possibly was going to confess when Furball's sprite and kitty cellphone rang.
"Just a moment Mr. Osama, sir." Furball said, whipping it out. "Haldo?"
"FURBALL!" Cried a familiar voice. Furball beamed.
"Hi Ransly! Seriously, what are the chances for you calling right at this moment? How's vacation?"
There was a brief pause.
"Smarmy, Furball. I'm still stuck in one of TEO's smarmy traps. And no, I do not consider this a vacation."
"Oh, that's too bad." Furball said sympathetically. "I guess I'll see you later then."
"But..."
"Bye Ransly!" Furball then hung up and turned her cellphone off, lest it disturb her work again. She then turned back to the seat where 'Mr. Osama' was just sitting. It was of course, empty. Furball shrugged and walked back to where Coconut was standing trying to look innocent.
"Hi Coconut!" Furball said happily. "Why's the floor wet?"
"Um...Sink is leaking?" Coconut tried.
"Sure!" Furball beamed, spinning on her heal and going back to bother more people. Coconut cackled evilly until his throat started to hurt.
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Post by Jette Vonavisca on Mar 27, 2005 12:58:51 GMT -5
*Looks up at The ASW, then at MA* "MA, why don't you use the emergency Furball Signal? I brought one, just in case." *Hands a spotlight with the Sprite logo beside a Kihee on the front* "HEY FLIGHT ATTENDANT LADY! I WANT FREE PEANUTS!"
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Mar 27, 2005 14:40:27 GMT -5
The flight attendant whips the peanuts at Jette's head, screaming.
"AND NOW FOR YOUR ENJOYMENT, WE'LL BE SHOWING A CLASSIC HISTORICAL MOIVE... I SHALL FIGHT NO MORE FOREVER*! SHUUUUT UUUUUP!" She spasms and goes to hide in the bathroom when most of the BWE citizens whine and complain.
*This movie is awful. I had to watch it in history once.
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Post by The ASW on Mar 27, 2005 14:45:14 GMT -5
* Crawls over Jette in an unneccessarily sloppy way and falls into the aisle *
* Goes chasing after the cart lady *
I VANT PEPSI!!!!!
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Post by Marakai Amenhotep on Mar 27, 2005 16:06:03 GMT -5
" Of course, the Emergency Furball Signal! You're brilliant!" Immediatly, MA flicked it on, shooting a gigantic signal of a Sprite in the air, along with the words " Turn on your cell phone for heaven's sake, MA is trying to call you!" on it. The cabin fills with green light as well.
" Wow..." MA smirked.
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Post by Jette Vonavisca on Mar 27, 2005 16:41:47 GMT -5
"Geeze lady. All I wanted was peanuts..." *Pouts, then is blinded by the green light* "My eyes! They burn! Oh, ASW! While you're up, would you be so kind as to get me a Dr. Pepper? I would, but I'm kinda blind right now..."
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Post by The ASW on Mar 27, 2005 20:42:56 GMT -5
Sure thingk!
* Holds cartlady at Ladel Point and asks for a Pepsi and Dr. Pepper *
* Receives the cans, along with the little cups of ice, and trots back to her seat *
* Hands Jette the DP, then crawls haphazardly over him again to her seat *
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