Post by Iron Warrior on Feb 4, 2006 22:15:29 GMT -5
Part 1
(Door slams)
Tzeentch: Ah mr Khorne...we've been waiting for you. Please join us.
Khorne: BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!
Slaanesh: Oh no...here we go again.
Nurgle: Oh shut up girlie girl! Let Khorne talk.
Slaanesh: I'm not a girl! I'm...uh...feminine.
Nurgle: Riiight...
Tzeentch: Ok gentlemen we really should...
Khorne: SKULLS FOR THE THRONE OF KHORNE!
(Tzeentch whispers strange words and suddenly a goblin wolf rider appears)
Khorne: CHAAARGE!
(Khorne runs after the goblin)
Slaanesh: Hehehe...your trick never fails T.
Tzeentch. Thank you mr.Slaanesh. I got the idea when my minions were fighting against those pesky greenskins.
Slaanesh: Pesky greenskins eh. We've got one right here...hehehe.
Nurgle: That's it! One more word about my appearance and you'll get a horn up your butt.
Slaanesh: Oooh...you turn me on N.
Tzeentch: Gentlemen we're already late so let's get started. Subject one: the storm of chaos. Didn't really go the way we thought it would.
Nurgle: I blame the skaven.
Slaanesh: WHAT?! They helped us more than anyone.
Nurgle: Yup...they stole my thunder.
Slaanesh: Ok...I've got three letters for you my friend: L-O-L.
Nurgle: And I've got four letters for you: S-T-F-U!
Slaanesh: You're just jealous for not being the only plague-spreader.
Nurgle: Why you little...
Tzeentch: *Sigh* Let's drop that and move on to mr.Everchosen. He failed us so I suggest we give him a nice little beating.
Nurgle: Agreed.
Slaanesh: I also agree. Why don't we give this task to our goblin-chasing friend. He is very fond of beating things. Whaddaya say big K?!
(A faint 'Blood for the blood god' can be heard from the distance)
Tzeentch: Good! That's settled. Our time is running out so I'll see you next time.
(Everyone starts to leave)
Slaanesh: Hey N. Why do you always have to bring those nurglings with you? They gnaw my ankles...
Nurgle: You whine too much. Shut up for a second.
Slaanesh:...and those screamers are too loud. Leave them home T.
Nurgle: Oh my god. You're such a wuss.
Slaanesh. Hahahahaha...you said 'oh my god'. Did you hear that T? Hehehehe...
(Tzeentch tries to hold his laughter and turns purple)
Nurgle: That was the last straw! I'll break your balls pinky...
Slaanesh: You have to catch me first. Wheeee....
(Door slams)
Tzeentch: Ah mr Khorne...we've been waiting for you. Please join us.
Khorne: BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!
Slaanesh: Oh no...here we go again.
Nurgle: Oh shut up girlie girl! Let Khorne talk.
Slaanesh: I'm not a girl! I'm...uh...feminine.
Nurgle: Riiight...
Tzeentch: Ok gentlemen we really should...
Khorne: SKULLS FOR THE THRONE OF KHORNE!
(Tzeentch whispers strange words and suddenly a goblin wolf rider appears)
Khorne: CHAAARGE!
(Khorne runs after the goblin)
Slaanesh: Hehehe...your trick never fails T.
Tzeentch. Thank you mr.Slaanesh. I got the idea when my minions were fighting against those pesky greenskins.
Slaanesh: Pesky greenskins eh. We've got one right here...hehehe.
Nurgle: That's it! One more word about my appearance and you'll get a horn up your butt.
Slaanesh: Oooh...you turn me on N.
Tzeentch: Gentlemen we're already late so let's get started. Subject one: the storm of chaos. Didn't really go the way we thought it would.
Nurgle: I blame the skaven.
Slaanesh: WHAT?! They helped us more than anyone.
Nurgle: Yup...they stole my thunder.
Slaanesh: Ok...I've got three letters for you my friend: L-O-L.
Nurgle: And I've got four letters for you: S-T-F-U!
Slaanesh: You're just jealous for not being the only plague-spreader.
Nurgle: Why you little...
Tzeentch: *Sigh* Let's drop that and move on to mr.Everchosen. He failed us so I suggest we give him a nice little beating.
Nurgle: Agreed.
Slaanesh: I also agree. Why don't we give this task to our goblin-chasing friend. He is very fond of beating things. Whaddaya say big K?!
(A faint 'Blood for the blood god' can be heard from the distance)
Tzeentch: Good! That's settled. Our time is running out so I'll see you next time.
(Everyone starts to leave)
Slaanesh: Hey N. Why do you always have to bring those nurglings with you? They gnaw my ankles...
Nurgle: You whine too much. Shut up for a second.
Slaanesh:...and those screamers are too loud. Leave them home T.
Nurgle: Oh my god. You're such a wuss.
Slaanesh. Hahahahaha...you said 'oh my god'. Did you hear that T? Hehehehe...
(Tzeentch tries to hold his laughter and turns purple)
Nurgle: That was the last straw! I'll break your balls pinky...
Slaanesh: You have to catch me first. Wheeee....