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Discussion in 'Archive' started by danielrbischoff, May 2, 2012.
Bretimus_v2, page 5
LANTERN'S LIGHT, PAGE 5
The great metal robot bitch lifted her hand to reveal the mush that remained of Bretimus_v2's legs. The stylish Chuck Taylor's twitched with the last flickerings of nervous system traffic in Brett's lower half. "N-nnnnoooooo-*cough*," Brett wheezed. "We were planning on... having another kid... *HACK-HACK*"
"It looks like your plans were just cut off at the knees, Brett." A slow smile creeped up on Green_Lantern's face.
"That makes no sense GL.... Both of my legs were smashed by that robot's fist! They weren't cut off at the knees."
This was the last straw, Green Lantern had heard enough. As the giant mechhanical Margaret Thatcher destroyed the very walls around him, GL couldn't help but take the time to end Brett's miserable life with a mix of mercy and vengeance. GL withdrew the source of all his power and ability...
A Lantern Corps Power Ring, page 44
A purple light saber, page 72
His bare hands mother fucker, page 9001
Does not compute.
Goddamn, you're fast.
Go mace windew on his arse
Gonna have to go with my Corps ring
What, 9000! There's no way that could be right.
The ring!!! and who says arse?
No clear winner on this one yet.... I'll wait until a little later today to update.
Let me put bret out of his misery already!
LANTERN'S LIGHT, Page 44
The green ring glowed as GL slid it onto his middle finger. It stopped at the first knuckle. "Goddammit," GL cursed under his breath. The ring slid onto his pinky finger easily. Using the ring's power, GL gave himself a large green glowing pimp hat.
"I RELEASE YOU!" GL shouted as his pimp slapped Brett. A small lantern shape started to bleed on Brett's face and within seconds he was crying. "Don't be a bitch!" GL slapped Brett again.
"Why?! Why are you doing this?!" Brett kept sobbing until finally he was dead.
"Now it's your turn," GL said as he turned to look at Thatcher-Bot 6000. It was then that GL's eyes fell upon the most horrifying site he could have ever imagined. There, towering several stories above him was...
A tyrannosaurus rex, page 32
An upskirt view of Thatcher-Bot 6000, page 142
page 142, a metal thong barely covering the metal crotch of a Thatcher-Bot 6000.
Poor Bret, but nice hat and quite the way to go.