Charas Pub

[Moosetroop11]

DUN DUN F***ING DUNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!

[WarxePB]

Warxe: Excellent! If I kill my clone here, I'll gain more power!
All: Huh?
Warxe: Nevermind. To the Funion company! *grabs a sword and charges into nowhere*

[Archem]

Archem: What the hell, guys?! Don't I get a clone, too?!
Mimo: *cough*
Archem: You don't count, you're the bastard child of a bad idea and Funyunsâ„¢!
Warxe's clone (WC): *from a parallel helicopter, which is actually a tank* Finally! Somebody spelled my product correctly! Oh, and I'm here to destroy some people who are plotting a violent rebellion of my power in an attempt to gain free food.
Warxe: And power. You forgot the power.
WC: Yes... Forgot... >_>

[Bluhman]

Bluhman: Very well, then. If we're going to be going to this 'Funion/Funyun' place, then we must get the proper vehicle.
MT11: What'd that be?
Bluhman: Why, it'd be the Bluhmoblie!!
*In the distance, a black hotrod is driving toward Bluhman.*
Bluhman: Yes; with 65^12 horsepower, and top tier tires, this baby can...
*Bluhman is ran over by the hotrod.*
MIC: Doesn't it have autopilot?
Bluhman: Yes, it does, but that wasn't the Bluhmobile.
Grandy: Then what is it, then?
Bluhman: It's this!!
*A purple hotrod falls from the sky.*
Bluhman: Okay, everybody in!
*All... Uhh... 11 or so people load their arses into the two-seater hot rod, and Bluhman drives off.*
Warxe: Why'd you do that..?
*Off a cliff, that is.*
Bluhman: ****.

[Moosetroop11]

Archem: Why, it can FLY!
Everyone: Chitty bang bang, chitty chitty bang we love you, hey, oh!

[Meiscool-2]

MIC: Silly fools, everyone knows that the Funyun company is in America and is the paralle version of the Canadian Funion company.
Archem: Then why did you make us go to Canada?
MIC: Canada sells them 10 cents cheaper a bag.

[Archem]

Archem: *shock* *buys several bags for the trip*

[Emerates]

Emerates: *stuffed under seat of Bluhmobile*  I don't recall getting into this vehicle...
MIC: *kicks Emerates in face* STFU.
Tomi: Yeah newb.  *Farts*

[Kinslayer]

Kin: Now we are in Can...? Oh yeah, I'm drowning


*keeps drowning*

[Archem]

Archem: Are we there yet?
MIC: No.
Archem: Oh. *eats a Fun(yun/ion)* Are you sure?
MIC: Yes I'm sure.
Archem: I want a second opinion! Bluhman, are we there yet?
Bluhman: No. But we could be there yet if I used the Super Omega Overdrive Projectorâ„¢.
Rancid meat in the trunk: Then why didn't you use the S.O.O.P.?
Bluhman: That's a very good question, but we're out of time. Guess you'll have to ask again later.
RMITT: What do you mean "we're out of time"?
Bluhman: We're there yet.
Archem: Yay! *eats more snack*

[Bluhman]

Bluhman: Alright. Now that we're here, I shall give you some weapons I have in my trunk.
Warxe: I don't really need a weapon, since I can just whip one out from under this coat. *Grabs a sword.*
Bluhman: Yes.. Well, Here are the weapons.
*Bluhman draws out 20 canned peas.*
MIC: Okay, so, this is a pistol in a can of peas, I'm guessing?
Bluhman: No, it's a can-of-peas shotgun. Just open the can, and bullets will spray everywhere!!
MT11: Ooh. Sounds destructive. Can we see how it works?
Bluhman: Alright, but don't say I didn't warn you.
*Bluhman opens a can. Peas fly into Emerates' mouth.*
Bluhman: Delicious, yes?
Emerates: Uhh... Not really.
Bluhman: You insult my culinary/arsenist skill! Prepare to die from poison I had snuck into that can.
Emerates: What? *Dies.*
MIC: Those bullets were unusually soft, edible and green, if you ask me.
Bluhman: Well... Uhh... That was a prototype.
Grandy: Let's see what else Bluhman's got in his trunk.
Bluhman: No! Stop!
Grandy: What's this thing?
*Grandy holds up a silver rocket launcher.*
Bluhman: Oh, that? That's a pistol.
Grandy: What? No it's not, it's a rocket launcher, Duh! See, it shoots rockets. *Grandy fires off the rocket launcher.*
*A single bullet flies out of the rocket launcher and into the distance.*
Grandy: ..The hell!?
Bluhman: I told you.
Grandy: Why waste so much metal and energy to make a weapon that big which fires just a single bullet?
Bluhman: The same reason I made this razor slinky. And this bottle rocket-launcher. And these carton of milk grenades. Oh, and this robot made of rancid meat.
Rancid-meat robot: Yo.
MIC: So, these are our weapons?
Bluhman: Yes. Take them, or leave.
Razor: Alright. We'll take them.
Bluhman: Very well then. I need to get to a business meeting in South Newsconsin. You know... Business trips.
MIC: I somehow doubt that.
Bluhman: (Damnit, he's onto me...) Well, good luck with whatever you're trying to do.
*Bluhman gets into his hotrod and flies off.*
Rancid-Meat Robot: Let's wreck some stuff!

[Moosetroop11]

MT11: *Arms self with milk grenades* Let's pasturise.

[Archem]

Archem: I call the rancid meat robot! I'll bet it's got some kind of super destructive hidden abilities that can topple buildings and sink islands and stuff!
RMR(Formerly RMITT): *fart*
Tomi: It's like the little brother I never had! *hugs*
Archem: ...Or it can fart. Farting's cool, too. Now we can totally... Make... Poisoned gravy for their meals and... Stuff... Yeah.

[Meiscool-2]

MIC: **** these weapons. *Walks away*
Warxe: Where are you going?
MIC: I'm going to the Fair.
Archem: K....

*12 decades later*

MIC: Alright, I'm back, and I brought better weapons.
Razor: OMG!
Tomi: Amazing!
MIC: Yes. Arm yourselves with these Plastic Swords, Foam Fingers, and 10 cent Balloon Hammers. This is going to get ugly.
Tomi: *takes Plastic Sword*
MT11: *Takes two Foam Fingers*
Razor: *Looks under Warxe's coats.* Hmmmm *Takes M16*
MIC: *With 10 Cent Balloon Hammer of Justice +5 in hand* Alright men and Drace. We will now rush the building. Many of you may die, but remember, you will die for a great cause! The greatest cause! The most greatest cause to ever be considered greatness!
Men: Here here!
MIC: Now, charge!
Men: *Charges*

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Warxe2: So... my twin has come.
Moosetroop11: Yes my lord Keesss. He is currently charging the front door and asking for directions to your office Keessss.
Successful Drace: Shall I end our army of super ninjas against them?
Warxe2: No... If my clone is anything like me, which he should be because we are exact copies, he will see through everything we send against him.
Moosetroop11: Then what shall we do Keessss?
Parallel Universe Grandy: *breaks down door* Hey guys, I'm straight! *leaves*
Warxe2: Let him come. I have sent out for the clones of two charas members to come and assist us. Clones even more powerful then my twin.
Successful Drace: You don't mean!
Warxe2: Yes, I do mean.

[Grandy]

 Grandy: *Sees his copy* Hey there, handsome!
 BizarroGrandy: UGH! A man called me handsome! I'm straight! STRAIGHT! I HAVE NO BUSSNESS WITH MEN! DON'T TOUCH ME  DON'T TOUCH ME YOU GAY SCUM! *runs away*
 Grandy: So, my copy has to constantly yell about his sexual nature to prove himself and others he is not gay, as the oposite of me, who, even don't being gay, make jokes about it and let men touch me?
 Razor: ...you let men touch you?
 Grandy: *shurgs* It's not my fault everyone wants to.