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Message: 9/70 Posted Author

Chrima Tree! Sun Dec 15 Sting Chameleon

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<A video feed from the inside of the Pelican>

Sting Chameleon squees at the Camera, "Thanks to Gravity Beetle's idea and the combined efforts of Storm Eagle, Firestorm Pheonix, Twighlight Kestral, Gravity, and myself, we were able to secure a Christmas Tree from Rockafeller center! Though we had a difficult time doing it. Volt Starfish, Rocket Rodent, and Gale Sourcerer joined to try and disrupt our operation. Pyro Squirrel infiltrated our ship, but we were able to get rid of him...After he stunned me in the eye!" He pants and calms himself. The tree hangs behind him from one huge chain attached to the ceiling of the dropship. Some drones hoist it down and drag it outside, "As per Sigma's orders it will be erected atop the Pelican in all our Maverick glory." He hold up a small ball painted as the Death Star, "I know where I'm gonna put my ornament. Do you?"

Sting Chameleon

<Spinny>

People don't just drown everyday. Sometimes you need to help them along.

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[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] Cyber Peacock is screeching at... someone, apparently. "YOU ARE NOTHING! YOU ARE AN INADEQUATE SHADOW OF WHAT I AM! YOU ASPIRE TO BE ME, TO KNOW WHAT I KNOW! YOU ENVY MY POWER, YOU FEAR MY KNOWLEDGE! YOU KNOW NOT WHAT I CAN DO!"

[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] Violen transmits, "I will lay a substantial wager that he is speaking to his... self proclaimed arch rival."

[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] Quantum Kitsune transmits, "Sucker bet."

[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] Commander Beam Demon transmits, "I agree."

[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] Cyber Peacock's voice is replaced by the sound of guttural snarling and the sound of things... burning.

[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] Dr. Doppler transmits, "Is everything all right, Cyber?"

[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] Violen transmits, "I would assume that his ego-mania has reached a new, even more sublime level."

[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] Sting Chameleon transmits, "Not everyone can be great."

[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] A quiet voice, gender nonspecific, intones: "Core shutdown in ten seconds."

[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] Dr. Doppler transmits, "..."

[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] Emperor Sigma transmits, "..."

[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] Quantum Kitsune transmits, "..."

[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] Quantum Kitsune transmits, "These better at least be *dog* seconds."

(And so Dr. Doppler makes a mad dash down the hallway to the computer core... the room had no description at the time, so please use your imagination.)

Cyber Peacock has arrived.

Cyber Peacock arrives in a flash of light!

[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] A gentle, gender nonspecific voice intones, "Core shutdown commencing." All computers and internet-capable computers are now locked out of the internet and the Maverick network.

[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] Quantum Kitsune transmits, "NO! MY GAME OF INTERNET SCRABBLE!"

[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] Cleaver Cow transmits, "One, I really really hate that voice, and two, one of the computer geeks should really set that up to broadcast on a /secure/ channel."

Dr. Doppler makes a mad dash down the hallway towards the computer core, coat fluttering around him as if trying to catch up. All for naught, it seems. He didn't make it before the core shutdown, and the cheery voice mocks him.

Cyber Peacock's real body, tucked away in its tiny cubicle, rocks back and forth making heartbroken keening noises, unable to even curl into itself for security, restricted by the wires that give it power and enable it to be as mighty as it is. The holo-Cyber is nowhere to be seen. Monitors report infiltration of the core, and corrupted sectors which have been cordoned off are labeled clearly.

Dr. Doppler snarls, slamming a fist on one of the consoles as he pores over the last report before the core commenced shutdown. Said console gives a very satisfying crunch under the abuse - that will need to be replaced later.

He should have expected this, of course. Someone would eventually try their defenses. Still scowling, he finds a chair and wheels it over to another console. There's very little he can do until the core reboots.

Cyber Peacock continues his keening. It's a heartwrenching sound, the creaking noise of his chair punctuating between cries. The core remains immovable, but a single monitor seems to be running a diagnostic on the corrupted sectors.

<Global News Network> Tonight's broadcast of "Die Hard 23: Death Before Matlock!" is interrupted suddenly. "This is News Gnome here." And sure enough, it is Reploid gnome. "We have a special report for you. Just minutes ago, a Robot Master craft was spotted heading over San Angeles and further Northward into the forests of northern California. Authorities report that it has apparently stopped there and is holding position. We can only speculate as to the Robot Master's intentions as yet. We'll bring you more breaking news as the story develops. And now, back to your program." The screen fuzzes for a second, the movie breaking in, then pops back to the gnome. "Robot Masters in a forest? Yeesh...isn't their anything to report on? I mean, the old man probably wanted to go for a walk or something. Why didn't I listen to my mom and go to law school..."

Dr. Doppler's black scowl softens into a more concerned frown. If Cyber had shut down the system while still inside, that would have been extremely unhealthy for him. Were he a mere human, that action probably would have killed him. After a moment, the scientist stands again, moving towards the alcove in which Cyber's real body rests.

Abruptly, the peacock Maverick's cries fall silent, and there's a crackle of electricity and a weighty THUD as something hits the floor. The mammoth cable that seems to snake around the entire core room twitches once. The lone active monitors eventually puts up a display of the corruption - a handful of medium-level security files have been overwritten by pictures of Doppler and Sigma in lederhosen, and Cyber himself in a St. Pauli Girl dress - but without the blonde braids. In the corner of each .jpg, a little signature is being evolved to life: "With love from NUMBER MAN"

A creaking set of steps can be heard, more pops and pings signalling the forcible removal of something from a niche. A raspy voice, like it's been ripped from the throat of a toad, croaks gutturally. "I am... a failure..." The faint smell of burnt silicon begins to waft through the core room as a mere shadow steps from the forbidden alcove.

[OOC] Dr. Doppler says, "I knew those pictures would come back to haunt me...I will never get that drunk again..."

[OOC] Cyber Peacock LOL.

Dr. Doppler's frown deepens as he hears sounds of movement from the alcove. In all the time he's known the avian hacker, only in the most dire or necessary of circumstances does Cyber ever interact with the world from his own body. He hastens his pace, arriving at the alcove a few moments later. "What happened?" he half asks, half demands.

"I... failed... Number Man... entered our core... infiltrated.. corrupted files and I could not drive him away." His voice sounds like it's being put through a rock tumbler, and while the robot seems perfectly fine, it shakes as if it was crying. "I am sorry... deactivate me... I am u... unfit... unfit to serve Lord Sigma..." Meanwhile, the diagnostic pulls up the corrupted files from a backup taken just before the shutdown, and replaces them, saving the corrupted files for later consumption.

Dr. Doppler continues to frown, but there seems to be little anger in it. "Pull yourself together," he says, this time a demand. "We have been infiltrated, but only you know how. And your request to be deactivated is denied."

[Radio: (B) Mav-Main] Violen transmits, "Yes... YEEEEESSS! HAHAAHAHAH! IT IS TIME FOR MY GRAND SYMPHONY!"

The robot shudders, sobs, and sighs. It creaks ominously for a moment before it stoops, ever so slowly and painfully, to pick up that thick, heavy cable once more. A wheezing sigh shudders across the creature's body, and with reluctance Cyber plugs himself back into the computer core with a magnetic lock *schoomp* noise. "I have.. isolated the... corrupted files," Cyber intones slowly. "I am unable... to discern what they are.. yet."

Dr. Doppler seems satisfied by this, and nods. "Very well. Determine what they are. I also expect you to report to me for a full diagnostic within the hour. You are still our chief computer engineer, and we cannot afford for your own systems to corrupt or fail. Am I understood?"

[Radio: (B) Mav-Main] Sigma transmits, "..."

The robot nods, weakly, the cord bouncing with the motion. "I will... monitor them... delete them if they turn malignant...," the bird remarks. "I will... reactive the core once... its functions have been determined..."

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Message: 14/20 Posted Author

Shenangians! Sun Dec 15 News Report

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Good evening, and welcome to GNN World Report. Our top story at this hour is that 4 minutes ago, public displays all over Maverick Held Germany began to display an image in a form of virulent electronic graffiti. GNN has obtained a copy of the image, as it was sent to us in an anonymous email, and apparently copied to over 100 recipients in the UN, Repliforce, and the Maverick Hunters.

*The Image is a beautiful German Gasthaus, decked in snow against the mountains. In front of it is a long table, at which are seated the following: Dr. Doppler, Sigma, and Vile in Leiderhosen and Burgermeister hats. Violen in a Santa Suit, Serges in a skiing anorak, and Cyber Peacock in a St. Pauli Girl style Barmaid's dress serving them all tall steins of beer. At the bottom of the picture in bright red holiday cursive handwriting is the following caption: "GREETINGS FROM MAVERICK GERMANY!"*

"And in other news, Agile barks like a dog in the streets of Tartarus for money after losing yet another dare. Film after this commercial break."

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[Radio: (B) Mav-Main] Sigma transmits, "Well then."

[Radio: (B) Mav-Main] Cyber Peacock transmits, "... so that is what that file contained."

[Radio: (B) Mav-Main] Sigma transmits, "File?"

[Radio: (B) Mav-Main] Cyber Peacock transmits, "We had... an infiltrator to our core. However... the victory is not his."

[Radio: (D) Public] Cyber Peacock ahems softly. "Oh, Number Man?"

[Radio: (D) Public] Number Man transmits, "Mmm?"

[Radio: (D) Public] Cyber Peacock transmits, "What is your opinion of Doctor Wily?"

[Radio: (D) Public] Number Man transmits, "*QUACK* ....."

[Radio: (D) Public] Number Man transmits, "You son of a @#$*^."

[Radio: (D) Public] Cyber Peacock coughs. "I see. You believe Doctor Wily is a... what?"

[Radio: (D) Public] Guts Man transmits, "Dr. Wily is a God."

[Radio: (D) Public] Number Man transmits, "*QUACK*"

[Radio: (D) Public] Pharaoh Man transmits, "What is this about Amun-Wily?"

[Radio: (D) Public] Number Man transmits, "...I'll get you for this, Bird."

[Radio: (D) Public] Crash Man transmits, "Oh how lame."

[Radio: (D) Public] Cyber Peacock transmits, "Ah. So your creator, Wily, is a fraud? Or is Wily something more?"

[Radio: (D) Public] Guts Man transmits, "Lame like a limp 'Cock! Ahahahahahaha!"

[Radio: (B) Mav-Main] Cleaver Cow transmits, "...You didn't."

[Radio: (D) Public] BroadbandClassic Jet Stingray transmits, "Awwww. The geeks are wagering war."

[Radio: (D) Public] Crash Man transmits, "hAHAHA."

[Radio: (D) Public] Number Man transmits, "*QUACK* *QUACK* I hate you, Milkman Vain."

[Radio: (B) Mav-Main] Cleaver Cow muffles a laugh.

[Radio: (D) Public] Alpha transmits, "...Wily."

[Radio: (D) Public] Number Man transmits, "*QUAK*"

[Radio: (D) Public] Alpha transmits, "Oh, it works for anybody."

[Radio: (D) Public] Cyber Peacock chortles lowly.

[Radio: (D) Public] Crash Man transmits, "Just turn off the radio, ERWIN. Cripes, I'm starting to get annoyed by this."

[Radio: (D) Public] Aurora Hound giggles. "Clever."

[Radio: (D) Public] Number Man transmits, "The war is -so- back on, Bird."

[Radio: (D) Public] Cyber Peacock transmits, "Bring it, little man."

[Radio: (B) Mav-Main] Cyber Peacock chortles. "I did indeed. No one enters my core and escapes unscathed."

Dr. Doppler cackles at the radio chatter. "It seems that your hacker did not get away cleanly. Well done. Now, clean up this mess," he waves at the computer core, "Then see me for that diagnostic, hm?"

[Radio: (D) Public] Prismatic Spider transmits, "This should be interesting."

[Radio: (B) Mav-Main] Cleaver Cow is still chuckling. "Remind me never to irritate you. Sir. Cleverest thing I've heard all week."

[Radio: (D) Public] BroadbandClassic Jet Stingray transmits, "Next they'll be comparing the size of pocket protectors and which one gets the least dates. What's wrong, Crash? ...you usually don't have a problem with dudes making fools of other dudes on the radio."

[Radio: (D) Public] Jessica Blakesly transmits, "How unkind. Amusing... but unkind."

[Radio: (D) Public] Crash Man transmits, "I have a problem when two geeks do it. Cyber Peacock is such a useless dork."

[Radio: (D) Public] Number Man transmits, "I'd note that I've -never- gotten my girlfriends killed."

[Radio: (D) Public] Jessica Blakesly transmits, "Hopefully Doctor Wily will be able to... fix this."

[Radio: (D) Public] Dr. Wily transmits, "You obnoxious bird! What have you done!"

[Radio: (D) Public] Number Man transmits, "*QUACK*"

[Radio: (D) Public] Jessica Blakesly transmits, "Ah, and its Wily himself."

[Radio: (D) Public] Cyber Peacock transmits, "Hello, Wily. <chortle>"

[Radio: (D) Public] Number Man transmits, "QUACK."

[Radio: (D) Public] Cleaver Cow transmits, "It's an improvement really."

[Radio: (D) Public] Number Man transmits, "*QUACK!*"

[Radio: (D) Public] Cyber Peacock transmits, "Yes, unlike that mouthy fool Crash Man, Number Man now has something intelligent to say."

[Radio: (D) Public] Silo transmits, "...Ah, hello Wily. I'm sure everything is Wily well? Ah, that's Wily good."

[Radio: (D) Public] Number Man does a damn good Cartman. "I hate you guys. Seriously."

[Radio: (D) Public] Crash Man transmits, "NUMBER MAN? You named yourself NUMBER MAN, ERWIN?"

[Radio: (D) Public] Number Man transmits, "*QUACKQUAK*"

[Radio: (D) Public] Number Man transmits, "HE NAMED ME THAT. I HATE THAT @#$*ING NAME."

[Radio: (D) Public] Alpha transmits, "...I think the bird hypnotized Number Man, Erwin, Doctor."

[Radio: (D) Public] Crash Man laughs obnoxiously, "Hahaha! What a dorky name!"

[Radio: (D) Public] Dr. Doppler transmits, "Hello Albert. I believe we caught one of your children where he didn't belong. Do be so kind as to remind him of staying behind the fence."

[Radio: (D) Public] BroadbandClassic Jet Stingray transmits, "Well, Crash, maybe after I'm done with my movie, we can show them how to do it right."

[Radio: (D) Public] Crash Man transmits, "Oh go home, you virgin."

[Radio: (D) Public] Cyber Peacock yawns. "I do so enjoy playing with children and teaching them how to do things -right-."

[Radio: (D) Public] Dr. Wily transmits, "I'll have a word with him Sigmund, but kindly have your pet bird fix his ridiculous prank. I'm not exactly in a position to fix that sort of thing right now."

[Radio: (D) Public] Alpha transmits, "...Is something wrong, Doctor Wily?"

Cyber Peacock receives a radio transmission from Number Man.

[Radio: (D) Public] Cyber Peacock transmits, "Oh, well. I cannot fix it. <chortle>"

[Radio: (D) Public] Number Man transmits, "*QUACK*"

[Radio: (D) Public] Alpha transmits, "...Sorry, it's hard to avoid saying."

[Radio: (D) Public] Cleaver Cow transmits, "Why try?"

[Radio: (D) Public] Shyster transmits, "Well, yeah, t'Doctor -is- a Quack, we know that already, old boy. No need to emphasize it so."

[Radio: (D) Public] Dr. Wily transmits, "Oh, nothing we can't handle..."

Cyber Peacock sends a radio transmission to Number Man.

[Radio: (D) Public] Dr. Doppler transmits, "I'm afraid we have a few small things to clean up here. Perhaps after that..."

[Radio: (D) Public] Dr. Doppler transmits, "Guten Abend...Wily."

[Radio: (D) Public] Shyster transmits, "But really, y'really shouldn't call ol'Wily a quack in front o'im. That's not nice."

Cyber Peacock receives a radio transmission.

[Radio: (D) Public] Dr. Wily transmits, "Gutend Abend, Doppler."

[Radio: (D) Public] Cyber Peacock transmits, "Rather. We have our hands full. Do enjoy your new gift of truth."

[Radio: (D) Public] Number Man makes sounds like quacking being muffled by a pillow inserted into the mouth.

[Radio: (D) Public] Alpha transmits, "I feel rude. Very well, Doctor."

[Radio: (D) Public] Yin Yoma Byte transmits, "...Amusing."

[Radio: (D) Public] Jessica Blakesly transmits, "Feh... this sounds like another typical bloody ego fest, really. But its nice to know that you Mavericks and Masters are still not getting along."

[Radio: (D) Public] Alpha transmits, "Why is that?"

[Radio: (D) Public] Guts Man transmits, "Because it just is."

[Radio: (D) Public] Alpha transmits, "Oh."

[Radio: (D) Public] Alpha transmits, "Hi Guts Man."

[Radio: (D) Public] Cyber Peacock transmits, "And it is nice to know that some pathetic pile of flesh feels their opinion is worth the breath it was spoken in."

[Radio: (D) Public] Crash Man transmits, "Hey, down in front!"

[Radio: (D) Public] Cyber Peacock transmits, "Silence, peon."

[Radio: (D) Public] Snake Man transmits, "Ssstuff it, beak breath."

[Radio: (D) Public] Crash Man transmits, "I'm trying to watch TV here. Shut up or suffer the consequences."

[Radio: (D) Public] Yin Yoma Byte transmits, "...Because. The woman believes, rightly so, that confrontation between the Robot Master and Maverick forces would merely lead to the final loss of both forces. ...As much as I would enjoy dismembering some of the more /irritating/ Robot Masters... ...I have Repliforce to kill first."

[Radio: (D) Public] Cyber Peacock transmits, "I have no breath. I do not breathe."

[Radio: (D) Public] Jessica Blakesly transmits, "Its not worth really insulting him. You really could consider it a turkey shoot."

[Radio: (D) Public] Yin Yoma Byte transmits, "And Maverick Hunters, of course."

[Radio: (D) Public] Aurora Hound transmits, "You should try it sometime. It's kinduv nice."

[Radio: (D) Public] Cleaver Cow transmits, "A useful cooling mechanism for those that need one, though."

[Radio: (D) Public] Snake Man transmits, "I sssuppossse that ssstink you project isss another hologram, then?"

[Radio: (D) Public] Cyber Peacock notes in mock pain, "Oh, such insults, they pierce me so!" A snort. "Pathetic fools. I wish I could say that your insults are even the slightest bit amusing, but, well, I do not enjoy telling lies."

[Radio: (D) Public] Crash Man transmits, "Hey, didn't we tell you to shut up, like, five minutes ago?"

[Radio: (D) Public] Crash Man transmits, "Stuff it, geek!"

[Radio: (D) Public] Cyber Peacock yawns. "And you keep speaking why?"

[Radio: (D) Public] Guts Man transmits, "God the bird sounds more annoying than Metal Man and Pharaoh Man's love child."

[Radio: (D) Public] Crash Man transmits, "Because in the real world we live in, I am greater than you, punkass."

[Radio: (D) Public] Alpha transmits, "Metal Man and Pharaoh Man have a love child? Who is he?"

[Radio: (D) Public] Cyber Peacock chortles. "I hardly think so."

[Radio: (D) Public] Cyber Peacock transmits, "You delude yourself to remain secure. It is amusing in lesser creatures."

[Radio: (D) Public] Crash Man transmits, "Yeah. You're still a dork."

[Radio: (D) Public] Yin Yoma Byte transmits, "...It is so good to know you are fully back and operational, Crash Man. It is always a pleasure to have your... ...colorful... ...commentary on these channels."

[Radio: (D) Public] Crash Man transmits, "Well, if it isn't the fat man."

[Radio: (D) Public] Pharaoh Man transmits, "I would /never/ help Metal Man create some sort of twisted spawning of his traits. Check with Aqua Man, that is much more in /his/ area of....business."

[Radio: (D) Public] Guts Man transmits, "I think they call their lovechild Starpentor Man."

[Radio: (D) Public] Alpha transmits, "... So the love child you had was with Aqua Man?"

[Radio: (D) Public] Pharaoh Man transmits, "I had NO lovechild."

[Radio: (D) Public] Guts Man transmits, "One big ass annoying guy with a catchy annoying command phrase."

[Radio: (D) Public] Alpha transmits, "I give Starpentor Man my condolences."

[Radio: (D) Public] Yin Yoma Byte rumbles, "That is the /Floating/ Fat Man to you, Drunk Man." ...Byte? Sense of Humor? ...whoknew.

[Radio: (D) Public] Crash Man transmits, "What's that? I can't hear you over the sound of you being fat."

[Radio: (D) Public] Number Man transmits, "Floating Fat Man? You got too Fat for your feet to work?"

[Radio: (D) Public] Alpha transmits, "I guess it's like that man in that novel, Erwin, Number Man."

[Radio: (D) Public] Jessica Blakesly sounds stunned. "Well. I guess if you are built that way..."

[Radio: (D) Public] Alpha transmits, "The Baron?"

[Radio: (D) Public] Alpha transmits, "Dune?"

[Radio: (D) Public] Cleaver Cow transmits, "For what it's worth, he's actually not around the mess hall that often. Not really, anyway."

[Radio: (D) Public] Number Man transmits, "Built that way? Oh, no. Lard@#$ got that way by eating anything he could get his fat little fingers on."

[Radio: (D) Public] Alpha transmits, "Like the Baron."

[Radio: (D) Public] Snake Man transmits, "Thisss birdbrain hasss Pharaoh'sss ego, essxcept with even lesss to back it up. Sssuppossse he'sss going to essxplain how he hasss no brain either"

[Radio: (D) Public] BroadbandClassic Jet Stingray transmits, "Yeah, it's good to have you back, Crash. Might disagree with you Wily Wimps and thing you're tasteless, but at least you make fun of Byte enough that I don't have to. Only so many 'You so fat' jokes a person can make before repeating themselves."

[Radio: (D) Public] Jessica Blakesly transmits, "I remember those books... didn't the Baron contract something that made him look like that?"

[Radio: (D) Public] Number Man transmits, "Yes. Acute Byteitis."

[Radio: (D) Public] Alpha transmits, "I don't know, I skipped to the end."

[Radio: (D) Public] Yin Yoma Byte transmits, "...Baron Vladimir Harkonnen had some... ...admirable traits. ...But then, what others find horrifying... ...I view as... Light Comedy. ...Is that not right, Stingray? ...Have they re-opened that village in Hokkaido yet, do you know? ...I don't see the humans living there ever again after what I did to the people there."

[Radio: (D) Public] Crash Man transmits, "You're rambling, fatty."

[Radio: (D) Public] Cleaver Cow transmits, "At least it's intelligent rambling."

[Radio: (D) Public] Snake Man transmits, "I'm betting ssCyber isss Bit and Byte'sss love child, myssself"

[Radio: (D) Public] Alpha transmits, "Baron Vladimir Harkonnen got killed by a ten year old."

[Radio: (D) Public] Alpha transmits, "Or something."

[Radio: (D) Public] Yin Yoma Byte transmits, "Remind me to crush your skull next time there is an opportunity for such a confrontation, Crash Man."

[Radio: (D) Public] Dynamo transmits, "And how can this be? For he /is/ the Kwizatz Haderach!"

[Radio: (D) Public] Alpha transmits, "Why bother crushing his skull?"

[Radio: (D) Public] Number Man does a telephone style ringtone and comes on in a female voice. "We're sorry, Mr. Byte, but your voice is too fat. When you slim down to where we care again, please check the number and try again."

[Radio: (D) Public] Alpha transmits, "At worst, he'd be rebuilt in a week."

[Radio: (D) Public] Crash Man transmits, "Remind me to CLOSE THE NEIGHBORHOOD ENERGY BARS WHEN YOU COME AROUND, YOU FAT F***."

[Radio: (D) Public] Yin Yoma Byte transmits, "...Satisfaction?"

[Radio: (D) Public] BroadbandClassic Jet Stingray transmits, "Oooh, I should respect you because you can beat up unarmed human. Killing people by sitting on them might be scary and inhumane, but it isn't something that is going to make me any less likely to talk smack about you."

[Radio: (D) Public] Alpha transmits, "At best he'll throw a ten year old at you."

[Radio: (D) Public] Crescent Grizzly transmits, "Wily."

[Radio: (D) Public] Snake Man transmits, "Nissce one, Number."

[Radio: (D) Public] Cleaver Cow transmits, "You people are less intelligent then some humans I know. And I use the term 'people' loosely."

[Radio: (D) Public] Number Man transmits, "*Quack*"

[Radio: (D) Public] Crescent Grizzly chuckles.

[Radio: (D) Public] Snake Man transmits, "Ssso Byte, how doesss it feel to have an entire fat farm indussstry built around you?"

[Radio: (D) Public] Crash Man transmits, "You damn right I'm the Baddaztaz Biznatch."

[Radio: (D) Public] Cyber Peacock transmits, "Who is incapable of proper speech."

[Radio: (D) Public] Alpha transmits, "What's a Baddaztaz Biznatch?"

[Radio: (D) Public] Snake Man transmits, "You should talk, featherbutt."

[Radio: (D) Public] Yin Yoma Byte transmits, "Why, the Chosen One, of course. He who will deliver us from our Alchoholic Beverages."

[Radio: (D) Public] Cyber Peacock transmits, "Or thought, for that matter. However, Crash Man is an amusing experiment in alcohol as an electrical conductor. Or if one can pickle silicon."

[Radio: (D) Public] Jessica Blakesly laughs.

[Radio: (D) Public] Guts Man transmits, "It's a term to make the radio police not arrest us and violate us with their nightsticks for crossing the line."

[Radio: (D) Public] Dynamo transmits, "I see that Crash Man is back into fine form. Perhaps all it took was a raided set and some stolen brew after all..."

[Radio: (D) Public] Yin Yoma Byte transmits, "...And we shall see, Snake Man. I havn't eaten a Robot Master yet... ...But, you should be slithery enough. ...Another appointment on my schedule."

[Radio: (D) Public] Crash Man transmits, "SHUT THE F*** UP."

[Radio: (D) Public] Crash Man transmits, "YOU LOATHESOME FAT DISGUSTING BASTARD."

[Radio: (D) Public] Yin Yoma Byte transmits, "Thank you."

[Radio: (D) Public] Cleaver Cow transmits, "That's the worst you can come up with?"

[Radio: (D) Public] Cleaver Cow transmits, "I don't know whether to be amused or feel sorry."

[Radio: (D) Public] Crash Man transmits, "Well I'm kind of in the middle of something here."

[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] Demonic Taskmaster Byte transmits, "...It is best to play with these fools. They're comments are ment to anger... ...so... ...we turn them upon them."

[Radio: (D) Public] Guts Man transmits, "Go eat the cow."

[Radio: (D) Public] Crash Man transmits, "And all I felt like doing was yelling at Byte."

[Radio: (D) Public] Crash Man transmits, "Because he's a fat fatty fat-fat."

[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] Cleaver Cow transmits, "I noticed. It's rather amusing. And what're they going to do, yell at me? I've heard far worse."

[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] Demonic Taskmaster Byte transmits, "But, remember... open conflict between us and the Robot Masters will serve absolutely nothing besides the ends of the UN, The Maverick Hunters, and the Repliforce. ...Thankfully... Bass understands this... ...and if he does, the other Robot Masters will as well."

[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] Cyber Peacock transmits, "An interesting reflex. When incapable of speech, Crash Man resorts to profanity, representing his true intelligence level. I suppose it is a recursive failure in his fourth frontal cascade. Or as we in the 'know' classify it: Crash Man is a 'special' case. I rather enjoy exploring this flaw."

[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] Quantum Kitsune transmits, "o/~ Special means re-taaaaar-ded! Special means re-taaaaar-ded! o/~"

[Radio: (D) Public] Snake Man transmits, "Byte, if Sssanta doesssn't come thisss year, all the kidsss will know who ate him."

[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] Cyber Peacock chortles.

[Radio: (D) Public] Yin Yoma Byte transmits, "...You have no idea..."

[Radio: (D) Public] Alpha transmits, "How does Godmachine Binary work, anyway? There weren't many files on it. Do they just kind of 'super combine form' or something? Or does Byte stuff Bit in his mouth and digest him? Would they be a permanent gestalt if they did something like that?"

[Radio: (D) Public] Sigma bursts out laughing for some reason, but it fades quickly.

[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] Violen transmits, "Amusing yourselves again, I see."

[Radio: (D) Public] Guts Man transmits, "I'm still waiting for Byte to combine with Ten or Chi. He's a freak that way."

[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] Cyber Peacock transmits, "It is amusing to play with these miniscule Robot Master minds."

[Radio: (D) Public] Jessica Blakesly just continues to laugh at this.

[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] Cleaver Cow transmits, "As I said. I use the term 'people' loosely."

[Radio: (D) Public] Alpha transmits, "Then it would be Godmachine Mobious or Guardian Binary. I like Godmachine Mobious more than Godmachine Binary. I really don't know why they are called Godmachine anyway, though, because they aren't God or anything or any type of God I heard of. Then again, they shot out their name so much when they change forms that there must be -something- useful about it all."

[Radio: (D) Public] Yin Yoma Byte transmits, "...That is a terrifying thought, actualy... ...I mean... ...who would /want/ to? A Valley Girl gone G.I. Jane and a Bookworm drafted into Service."

[Radio: (D) Public] Alpha transmits, "You, I guess, since you keep talking about them all the time. Yadda yadda we are the same yadda."

[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] Violen transmits, "Ah, but we must all have our amusements.... *sound of a loud, painful crack and screaming in the background* Ahh... heavenly..."

[Radio: (D) Public] Yin Yoma Byte transmits, "As for Godmachine... ...We become the greatest of the Machines ever to live. ...Is it not a fitting title?"

[Radio: (D) Public] Guts Man transmits, "If you're so great how come you lost to a Stardroid?"

[Radio: (D) Public] Snake Man transmits, "The greatessst at what? Plugging up toiletsss?"

[Radio: (D) Public] Alpha transmits, "Greater than Mac?"

[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] Demonic Taskmaster Byte transmits, "Ahh... ...Such wonderful music."

[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] Demonic Taskmaster Byte transmits, "Piper. Do, please... Play on."

[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] Quantum Kitsune transmits, "Concerto in A Flat Skullshape."

[Radio: (D) Public] Alpha transmits, "I think not."

[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] Cleaver Cow transmits, "In honor of Cyber Peacock's...er, victory...I will be serving duck tomorrow."

[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] Cyber Peacock chortles. "Why, thank you."

[Radio: (D) Public] Snake Man transmits, " I ssseem to remember 'the greatessst machine that ever lived' getting itsss huge aft handed to it by Mega Man a couple of timesss asss well."

[Radio: (D) Public] Guts Man transmits, "I remember this one time I was at a buffet table then this big fat Maverick cut in line and ate everything. Then Frost Walrus came around looking for food and he ate him! Man I loved that Walrus, but Fatmachine ate him and now he's no more."

[Radio: (D) Public] Crash Man transmits, "Wilydamnit, Byte, do you know no bounds?"

[Radio: (D) Public] Yin Yoma Byte merely rumbles softly... "...And, I believe... X has 'handed your afts' to each of the Robot Masters individualy and in general on many an occasion... ...but, no matter. X is Bass' problem."