Charas Pub

[Meiscool-2]

MIC: As I was saying, I think we should all wear togas.
Warxe: And why is this?
Tomi: Wow Warxe, I'm suprised you don't know.
Warxe: Know what?
Grandy: The only way to repair a quote bug, is to pretend it doesn't exsist while wearing a toga.
Warxe: Oh, that makes sense.
Drace: Here Warxe, you can use Mimo's toga.
Mimo: NOOOO!!!! *gets sucked into quote bug*
Warxe: Thankyou Drace.
MIC: Warxe! DON'T PUT THAT ON!
Warxe: Hu-
MIC: *Grabs toga* ... Sorry. The color.. the texture... I thought it was one of your TV diners.
Warxe: Well, it's not, so can I have it back?
MIC: Sure. *hands Warxe the toga*
Grandy: Now that we are all wearing togas, all we have to do it wait.
Razor: Yes, all we have to do is wait toga-ether.
Tomi: Does anyone else feel a sudden draft?
Drace: No, that's just Howie Mandel blowing on the ham Warxe finished cooking. I guess he left it in a little to long.
Howie Mandel: (Gizmo Voice) puph pufh poof
Terry Mandel: How, you're gonna be late for dinner!
Howie Mandel: A duh okey Teri. *takes Warxe's Ham*
Warxe's Ham: Help meh!!!!
Warxe: My ham!
Garndy: Let it go Warxe.
Drace: It probally wasn't eatible anyways.
MIC: Is it just me, or does that ham look like Beatrice Arthur?
Warxe's Ham: Warxe! I'll never trust another man again!
Tomi: Wow I'm glad that's over.
Razor: Yeah. Now it's time for me to finish this post with a Razorriffic joke. *thinks*















Razor: Oh!... no.. that won't work.




































Razor: Ok! Two guys walk into the bar and... no, wait a sec.





































Razor: I got nothin'.

[DarkFlood2]

DarkFlood: *pokes the Giant Google sign* I wonder what this'll do- OMYGODAHHHH! *DarkFlood gets sucked into Google*
Archem: I'll save yeh! ...zorz! *jumps into Google Sign*

MIC: Well, Theres two problems down.. One to go *glares at Mimo*
Mimo: *eatng a taco* What did I do?

[Archem]

MIC: Fuck the what? You... Undied? And unplushed?!
Mimo: Yep. I'm suprised at you! You mentioned me as being not dead last post ago!
MIC: Oh yeah... Uh, but I have my reasons! >.>
Mimo: Cool. Now that I'm not entirely hated... Want a taco?
In the Google...
Archem: Hehe! I googled "boobies"!
DarkFlood: You and your porn... zorz...
Archem: Hey, check out this thingy!

DarkFlood: -_-; Was it really neccessary to google my name?
Archem: Yup! Hehe! I was a power-up!
In space...
Warxe: lol! I shot a lazer missle at a passerby!
Odin: Wait, weren't you just...
Warxe: Yeah! Isn't it great?! I can teleport now!
Back on Earth...
MIC: Pass the hot sauce.
Mimo: Sure thing, buddy! *slips antacid in the hot sauce*
MIC: Mm-mmm! This'll burn away the lining of my esophagus!
Mimo: Mwuhuhuhahahahaha!!!
MIC: ... Evil laugh?
Mimo: Uh... Yeah... I thought of a great evil joke...
MIC: Can I hear it?
Mimo: ... No... I forgot it...
MIC: Already?!
Mimo: I have... Alzheimers?

[DarkFlood2]

Meanwhile In the Google universe...

DarkFlood: C'mon, we have to look for a way out.
Archem: But but...!
DarkFlood: Stop searching for boobies!
Archem: Well, At least I have a rope tied to me so we can find our way out...
DarkFlood: Cheap plot device?
Archem: Indeed.

3 minutes earlier

Mimo: *snip*
MIC: What was that?
Mimo: *hiding scissors* Oh.. nothing.

[WarxePB]

Warxe: Okay, so I'm gonna try to cook something right this time. *summons a cookbook* Hmm... who likes fried rats?
Razor: Yum.
Archem: Ew, that's so gross!
Warxe: I was kidding. Hmm, how about... Oh! Anyone have a spare kidney?
MIC: I got one... *opens trenchcoat* But it'll cost ya.
Warxe: What?
MIC: If whatever you're making isn't good, I'll take a kidney in return... from YOU!
Warxe: Meh, sure. *grabs the kidney* Okay, this'll take about three hours, so *summons some asteriks*

***

Warxe: Convenient, eh? Anyways, it's done. *is holding a glass of beer*
Drace: What's done?
Warxe: *holds the glass up*
Grandy: So?
Warxe: Hey, do you know how hard it is to make beer out of a kidney?! >.< Anyways, this'll protect people from the aftereffects of the Quote Bug.
MIC: What after-effects? *implodes*
Warxe: Like that. Cheers, everyone.

[Grandy]

 Grandy: Kanpai!
 Drace: Omg japanese STFU *punch*

[Archem]

Archem: Mmm... Kidney beer... *hack* *cough* *spit up something* Eew... I got a kidney stone...
Warxe: Cool! I hear those are good luck! ... Or painful... I forget...
MIC: Wait, how did Archem get here? I thought he and DarkFlood got Google'd!
Mimo: And I cut the cheap plot device! I mean... Trimmed my ever-so-thin mustache...
Warxe: I'm disappointed with all of you! I can't believe you all forgot that I could teleport now! It was such an awesome new power!
Grandy: Well, you never said that you could teleport other people!
Warxe: I can't! I teleported there, grabbed my random plot-based character, and teleported back!
MIC: And you went through all that trouble to grab... Archem? Couldn't you have used someone who was already here? Like... Grandy?
Warxe: You make a good point... Let me just... Turn back time...
Warxe turns back time a little bit...
Warxe: Okay, so I'm gonna try to cook something right this time. *summons a cookbook* Hmm... who likes fried rats?
Razor: Yum.
Grandy: Ew, that's so gross!
Warxe: I was kidding. Hmm, how about... Oh! Anyone have a spare kidney?
MIC: I got one... *opens trenchcoat* But it'll cost ya.
Warxe: What?
MIC: If whatever you're making isn't good, I'll take a kidney in return... from YOU!
Warxe: Meh, sure. *grabs the kidney* Okay, this'll take about three hours, so *summons some asteriks*

***

Warxe: Convenient, eh? Anyways, it's done. *is holding a glass of beer*
Drace: What's done?
Warxe: *holds the glass up*
Grandy: So?
Warxe: Hey, do you know how hard it is to make beer out of a kidney?! >.< Anyways, this'll protect people from the aftereffects of the Quote Bug.
MIC: What after-effects? *implodes*
Warxe: Like that. Cheers, everyone.
In the Googleverse...
Archem: Son of a botchkins. This pic has absolutely nothing to do with boobies!
DarkFlood: So... Any... Err... Elderly pictures?
Archem: 0_o
DarkFlood: >.> j/k? <.<
Back in Austria... lia... The pub.
 Grandy: Kanpai!
Drace: Omg japanese STFU *punch*

[DarkFlood2]

DarkFlood: *comes running from other direction*
Archem: Whoa.. 2 DarkFloods?
DarkFlood: That man is an impostor!
DarkFlood: No, I'm not the impostor! You are!
DarkFlood: That is NOT true! I am not an impostor!
DarkFlood: Wait.. This is all Archem's fault!
DarkFlood: What?
DarkFlood: Yeah! If he didn't go searching for boobies, we wouldn't encounter a Trojan virus, ie you!
DarkFlood: I'm not a Trojan!   ... Hehe Trojan.
DarkFlood: Are too!
DarkFlood: Am not!
*DarkFlood proceeds to get into a fight with ..DarkFlood?*
Archem: Wait! We need to name you differently!
DarkFloods: Why?
Archem: So I don't get confused.. You will be DarkFlood1, and you'll be DarkFloodA.
DarkFlood1: You can't name me! I can name myself!
DarkFloodA: That'll go against your programming! Ya Trojan!
DarkFlood1: Am not!
DarkFloodA: Are too!
*DarkFlood1 gets into a fight with DarkFloodA*
Archem: >_<
*DarkFlood comes running to the scene*
Archem: Another Trojan?!?
DarkFlood: No! I'M the origional!
DarkFlood1 and A: No you aren't I am!
Archem: Your name will be... DarkFlood/
*DarkFlood/ joins the fight with DarkFloodA and DarkFlood1*

[Grandy]

 Grandy: Ya'll wrong, THIS is Trojan! *a giant wooden horse is bring in, lots of soldier come out of it* *Pub shuts down, as it is a virus, after all*

[DarkFlood2]

Archem: Grandy? How'd you get here?
Grandy: Poked the Google sign.
Archem: We've got to work fast... the DarkFloods are multiplying every minute.. We need to find the real one and escape!
DarkFloodsA-ZZZ: Letters!
DarkFloods1-999: Numbers!
DarkFloods~,/| and @: Symbols!
*Massive war begins that threatens to pull the net into real life*
Archem: Oh god! We're too late!

[WarxePB]

*Cue footage of pop-ups appearing in NYC, giant strings of binary wrapping around the Eiffel Tower, etc*

Warxe: This is bad. This is VERY bad.
Razor: It's worse than Warxe's cooking!
Warxe: >_<
Grandy: How about we blow the world up?
Warxe: Eh, we'll save it as a backup plan. How about...
Bill Gates: *cough*
Warxe: Oh, it's you Billy. I'm calling in my favor now.
Billy: *sigh* What do you need?
Warxe: Initiate Order 66.
All: *gasp*
Billy: But that'll-
Warxe: I know the risks! But we don't have any other choice!
Billy: ...well, all right. *presses a button*
MIC: What is Order 66 anyways?
Warxe: You'll see. Cover your ears.
Billy: Okay, let's do this...
"ATTENTION, LOYAL USERS OF MICROSOFT PRODUCTS. THIS IS ORDER 66. YOU ARE NOW ZOMBIE SOLDIERS UNDER MY CONTROL. IT IS UP TO YOU TO REPEL THE INVADING WEB CREATURES. GOOD LUCK."
Drace: ....brrraaaainsss...
Warxe: Damn, he didn't cover his ears. Well, at least now we have a zombie horde on our side.
Razor: Which raises the question, why did he ever make that anyways?
Billy: Actually, for something like this. With the increased interest in virtual reality, it was only a matter of time before fantasy and reality merged.
Archem: *comes running in* There's a legion of Symbol Darkfloods coming in from the east!
Billy: I see. Deploy the XPth Battalion to confront them!
Random guy: Yes sir! *runs off*
Warxe: Alright guys... prepare for war. *grabs two sharpened sticks and teleports off*

[Grandy]

 Grandy: Well, if everything else fails, we still can save the countries in a disket and format the world. But until there... *grabs a knife and heads to where Warxe is*

 ((Now, this is RP-ish enough to keep us busy for some time))

[DarkFlood2]

Symbol DarkFloods: Attack! kill the non-Symbolers!
Xpth battalion: Blargh! Microsoft ruuules....
*great battle rages*
Archem: With Warxe gone somewhere... what do we do?
Drace: Braaaainshh.....
Mimo: Why are you asking him? Hes a zombie!
Archem: He is?
Mimo: *turns around* Up on the hill! Letter DarkFloods!
Archem: Ruuuun!
Letter DarkFloods: Kill! Kill all of them!
Mimo: Just where is Warxe?

on the moon
Warxe: Soon my "laser" will be finished.. Then I can destroy all of the DarkFloods with a single "laser beam".
Grandy: Do you think it'll work?
Warxe: Of course it will *puts pinky to lip* DUN-NUN-NUN!

[Tomi]

Warxe: *shoots laser*  *all Darkfloods die*
Tomi: w00t.
*in hell*
Satan: Well, shit...

[DarkFlood2]

Real DarkFlood: I'm I'm alive... THIS TOTALLY ROCKS!
Archem: Wow.. So now we're in post-apocalyptic, lasered Australia.
Mimo: Well, I think Archem learned a valuable lesson from this.
DarkFlood: What would that be?
Mimo: How the **** should I know? Do I look like Archem?
DarkFlood: Sorta yeah.
Archem: I learned a lesson?
Mimo/DarkFlood: Hahahaha! That's our Archem!