The Ghost of Zophar wrote:"OOC: if you are offended by swearing or violence, never EVER read my posts.
0105, Da' WAR-HOUSE!
Mersa wrote:Mersa"'Sup foos?"
This pronouncement was met with stunned silence from those assembled. Not to be deterred by an awkward silence (so used to them, after all), Mersa continued.
"Where's my baby at?" Opening a briefcase, he pulled out a pistol, a "Glock" in common usage.
"Alright, now lets us talk. I'm sure you all know why I called you hear-"
"Actually, sir, you didn't," said one of his braver underlings.
"Then it isn't important, now is it. Just follow f*** orders and no one gets hurt, you hear me? Do you hear that?" Mersa whispered. "I think the Animob is here right now! Okay, f*** the plan, just do what I say got it?"
"Good, now then- HOLYF***INGSIIIWHATHTEHELLISTHATBAMAAMAMAMMAMAMA!" Mersa unloaded a dozen rounds pell-mell through the closed door leading outside.
"You," he yelled, "go make sure its dead!"
the Yeerk opened the door, and gasped at the sight of Jesen's body covered in blood and French Fries.
"Oooh hell," Mersa said, "that sucks." The rest of the Yeerks spent the rest of the meeting making very sure they were plainly visible and quiet.
"Okay, here's the plan," Mersa began, "You, the newly infested criminal underworld are going to get me guns. Lots of guns. Big guns, small guns, gunsgunsguns. A gun's gun. You feel me." They did, so he continued. "Then, after the next spawning, we'll arm every controller we can! We blow a million holes through that black thing the birdy has! Big messy ones too!" Mersa expressed his glee by firing another few shots into the air. "And these burgers are delicious, who got them?"
"Uh, Sir, We are currently allied with Tobias the Animorph, against the Visser? Remember?"
"Yes, sir, you rebelled against him...?"
"Oh, that, yeah, its hard to keep track sometimes isn't it? Why am I wearing a sweater vest?"
"I want some leather"
"Sir with your position in the community-"
"Look at you, you wear leather and you look cool!"
"That really isn't the point I was tryi-"
"So whats the plan?"
The assembled Yeerks were getting increasingly worried. "Plan sir? Your 'other half' said you had a plan!"
"I told you never to trust that guy."
"Well, I guess I'll just ask Guraff for advice. No, wait, I forgot, yeah he works for the Visser. Does it ever freak you out how...chummy(?) those two are? I mean if they were gonna couple, fine, but the sexual tension is just unbearable. Hmmmm. Okay, I got a plan. You said chicken legs was my new ally right?"
"Set up a meeting, Cinnabon, my treat"
Tobias, or any animorph, really