Charas Pub

[Grandy]

 Grandy: Say guys, we are talking even with our blatant lack of vital organs, how cool is that?
 Warxe: Super cool, I could say.
 Razor: You guys could focus on the matter we are bodyless heads used as a trophies to a sterioptical head hunter?
 Grandy: Okay, I'm focusing in that, what now?
 Razor: ... nothing, I was just curious, that's all.
 Warxe: *looks around for a while, calculating*
 Warxe: *after a while* Hey, Mr.Hunter, could you step back, please?
 Hunter: Eh? Okay, like this? *goes about two steps back* *hits the table, and get accidentally kicked by Red, who is spinning on it*
 Warxe: Good lord, finnaly that non-stop spinning served to something right.
 Hunter: *faints*
 Warxe: Okay, now, we need to get our bodies back.
 Razor: He mentioned burning them or something.
 Grandy: ...
 Razor: ...
 Warxe: ...
 Red: ...*spins*
 Grandy: Well, it does seems only one person can help us, and it is-
 Superman: Cut it out, I'm in the wall with you.
 Grandy: Well, all hope is lost.
 Warxe: Wait, there's still someone powerful enough...
 Razor: You don't mean?
 Warxe: No, not Orlando Bloom.
 Razor: Oh, I can't help myself, he can do everything in his movies.
 Grandy: Can he touch his nipples with his tongue?
 Razor: As a matter of fact, yes, he can.
 Grandy: ...now THAT'S f*cked up.
 Warxe: Guys, focus, we need to call the misterious person I'm not tellin the name yet to creat dramatic tension.
 Grandy: And who could he be?
 Warxe: It's... Brlando Oloom! The parallel version of Orlando Bloom!
 Razor: That means he can't do much!
 Warxe: As a matter of fact, he's the Opositte of Orlando Bloom! In the movies, Orlando can do everything he obviously couldn't in real life, therefore...
 Razor: ...Brlando can do everything in real life, but can't act!
 Warxe: He's like Arnold Schwarzenegger in a sense.
 

[Meiscool-2]

MIC: WTF guys? This has nothing to do with the awesome and original plot that Razor created and I murdered!

[Razor]

Suddenly, the whole scene moves to the moon!
Razor:

[WarxePB]

*Everyone dies due to lack of oxygen in space*

Warxe: Good going, Razor.

[Archem]

Those damn aliens show up again and give Razor back his bacon.
Razor: Yays! OhnoIcan'tbreath!!
And all was well. Except for Razor's bacon, it couldn't breath on the moon.

[Tomi]

MIC: I'm INVINCIBLE!!!!
Tomi: You're a looney.
MT11: Stop quoting Holy Grail...
Razor: Nottatall!  Please continue, old chaps.

[Moosetroop11]

*Tiny little white rabbit appears from behind a rock*
Tomi: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!

[Grandy]

 Grandy: Why the **** is there a rabitt on the moon?
 Razor: It must belong to the nazis.
 Grandy: ....nazis?
 Razor: Everyone know there's nazis on the moon, it's just hard to detect.
 Grandy: Like sarcasm on the internet, riiiight?
 Razor: Exactly.
 ...
 ...
 ...
 ...
 Razor: You were being sarcastic, weren't you?
 Grandy: That's definitive proof to me, there MUST be nazis here.

[Archem]

Archem: That's [STRIKE]purpostrious[/STRIKE] [STRIKE]prostituous[/STRIKE] [STRIKE]prepositional[/STRIKE] preposterous!
Hitler scampers by.
Archem: How could a Nazi breath on the moon? YOU can't even breath on the moon!
Grandy: Oh, can't I?
Archem: No. You can't.
Grandy: Oh. OhmyGodIcan'tbreath!! *deadish*
MIC [now with space suit!]: Then why can you breath?
Razor: HAX! Graaaghstillcan'tbreathbutnotdeadyet!!
Archem: *sniff* You guys just HAD to go there! I have a disorder! *sniff* I'm a ghost! Waa-haa!!! *cry* *bawl* *general grieving*
Eva Braun: Sieg hiel! *scampers off*
Mimo: ...What the hell was that?!
MIC: An alien, duh! Nazis on the moon... Rediculous!

[Tomi]

Tomi:  By the way Razor, I still use your sarcasm/nazis on the moon quote with other people.  It's quite clever.
Grandy: WHY NO RUM?!

[Razor]

Razor: Heheh. If I've made an impact on the world outside of the internet, I can sleep at night knowing I've made the world a more Razory place.
Grandy: Isn't that the same as worse?
Razor: Yes, but faster!

[Emerates]

Emerates: I don't breathe.  I'm a spectral entity with no true shape.
MIC: You're ruining my twisted plot, nub.
Tomi: Yeah. *farts*
Razor: .....NAZIS!!!!
Archem: Wha-*hit by flying book of fire*
MT!!: ****!  They're throwing burning literature!
Grandy: I'll just sneak behind them, and- *hit with book of fire*
Razor: They got Grandy!  That ruins our continuity!
Emerates: I would suggest a retreat.
MIC: .....
Tomi: nub.

*Various pubsters form defensive circle as flying books of fire continue to hail from the moon's non-existential sky*

[Moosetroop11]

MT11: Who will save us from these nazis??
Razor: Heheh, not me, I only exist now to complicate your lives.
MIC: *Spots Emerates* Wait! You could be just who we need! You could.. save the day!!!
Emerates: Wow guys, really?
MIC: Yeah, hold still a minute.

*A minute later, Emerates is a human shield*

MIC: Right then.
Tomi: CHAAAAAAA *farts* AAAAAAAAAARGE!!!

[Tomi]

Tomi: *guesses that he has become notorious for farting...lol* CHHHHHAAAARRRRRRMANDER!!!

[Archem]

Archem: *ceases tear-making* Right, this looks like a job for... ME!
DarkFlood: *shows up* Aww shit... *un-shows up*
Archem: Yeahs! *conjures up an M1 Garand rifle* No better way to stop a Nazi than to shoot 'em!
Razor: Uh... Wow... I guess we should-
Archem: NO! I'M THE WORLD WAR II HERO HERE!!! BACK OFF AND WATCH THE MASTER!!! *begins homocidal rampage and general Nazi-bashing*
MIC: Son of a bitch!
Archem: RAAARGH!!! *slings disembodied head of an SS officer at Drace*
Drace: GALAWALAHOO!!! SCARY!!! ... I... Think I'll... Take this to the bathroom... *slinks off to a moon-bathroom* *with a space helmet* *which Razor still doesn't have*
Razor: STILLNOTBREATHING!!!
Archem: *doesn't reload his rifle until the clip empties*
Tomi: One too many hours of Call of Duty there, partner? *farts, creating a space helmet thingy somehow* Yay!
Archem: Good job, comrade! You can be my new sniper! *flings a sniper rifle at Tomi*
Tomi: Double-yay! *shoots at the moon bathroom*
Drace: Oh baby!