Charas Pub

[Archem]

Archem: Wait, why am I in the front of the group? I'm not even the leader of this inane, insane crusade! I don't even have a weapon!
RMR: What about me?
Archem: Yes, blast gas on the door and see if that kills anything. Fag.
RMR: Done.
MIC: Oh look at that! It's competent!
Grandy: More competent that my juicy man-part!
MIC: ...Yeah.
As the dust clears from the fallen wooden doors, a sillhouette begins to emerge... Who could it be? WHO?!! tune in next time to find out who it is!!!
Mimo: Hi guys.
Or read that guy, that's always faster...
Archem: YOU!!! What are YOU doing here?!!
Mimo: Hey, they accept me here! I'm a mediocre guy now, you guys can suck my ghost-genitalia!

[Meiscool-2]

Warxe2: Anyways, as I was saying; "Yes, I do mean Parallel Alex and Parallel Raffles."

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Razor: *shoots Mimo*
Mimo: Ow, that hurt! *dies*
Grandy: Attack!!!!!

[Grandy]

 *confusion ensues as everyone attacks everyone without knowing which ones are the paralel ones*
 Warxe: *watches everything* STOP!
 *everyone stops, Bluhman is giving a headlock into Archem, Razor was half a inch to punch Grandy, BizarroGrandy is showing off his muscles, lots of things are like frozen in mid-air* *everyone stares at Warxe*
 Warxe: Each one take care of it's parallel, I'll go search for my parallel self, Drace goes search for his.
 Bluhman: *looks at Bluhwoman* *smiles* I would love to take care of you. *wink, wink*
 Bluhwoman: *kicks bluhman in his balls*
 Everyone: *looking at Bluhman with 'ouch' eyes*
 Bluhman: *slowy falls in his knees*
 Warxe: Okay... you all may resume now. *walks away*

 --You heard the man! Everyone fights theyr copies!--
 BizarroGrandy: You can't beat me! *shows muscles* I'm much more macho than you! *shows muscles in other pose* See those? *shows muscles* I train these out everyday, because that's man stuff! *Shows muscles* If I were a woman, I'd marry miself! *stops* *talks quicly* Not that I want to be a woman, nor I want to marry or even talk with someone as beautyful as me! Not that I think men like me with strong arms are beautyful! I'm straight, you got it?! STRAIGHT!
 Grandy: ... *touches BizarroGrandy's nipples (BG is without a shirt to show his muscles)*
 BizarroGrandy: DON'T TOUCH ME! OHMYGOD A MAN TOUCHED ME! HIS GAY GERMS WILL SPREAD THROUGH MY BODY! STAY AWAY FROM ME! I MUST CLEAN MYSELF! ONOZ TAKING A BATH IS WOMAN THING! I KNOW! I'LL CLEAN MYSELF WITH MY SWEAT! *starts to exercise to sweat* *stops* NOT THAT I LIKE MEN SWEAT! *resumes*
 Grandy: *watches smiling*

[Moosetroop11]

Moosetroop11: fufufufufu!!!! The exercise from this battle will be a perfect accompaniment to my strict diet regime!
MT11: *Looks at novelty foam hands* screw this. *Whacks Moosetroop11 over the head with a brick*

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Parallel Alex: It is time. For I am parallel alex, evil and constantly active!
Parallel Raffles: Mwahahaha, you speak the truth, friend! Let us wreak carefully controlled havok!

*Smoke*
: not so fast, fiends.
PAlex: No, It can't be!!!!
PRaffles: You!
Parallel Alex's good twin brother: Let this be the battle to end all battles. *Final boss music begins*

[Dragonium]

Dragonium: My my. Widespread battles between Charas Members and their clones... a dark night at this peculiar gothic fortress... cloned Charas members who look only slightly more evil than their real counterparts... oh I get it, it's like the Pokemon movie!

*Everyone stops and looks at Dragonium*

Dragonium: What? Am I outdoing your expectations? Am I simply not good enough to have my own thoughts and feelings? Am I simpy, expected to run around punching people and seeking my own particular counterpart, while simply becoming another hopeless member of this violent riot? Well? Am I?

MT11: Yes.

Dragonium: 'Kay. *Stabs Dragonium2 with a corkscrew*

[Meiscool-2]

MIC: *stabs Archem2 with a corkscrew*
Archem: WTF? I'm not a counterpart! *dies*
MIC: Ooops.... Hey, there's paralle me!

[Bluhman]

Bluhman: Ow. My balls. What am I doing back here!?
Bluhwoman: Stand and fight.
Bluhman: Yeah, right. I'll do that. *Takes out his laser pistol.*
*Bluhwoman takes out dual combat shotguns.*
Bluhman: Okay, no fair.
Bluhwoman: I never play fair...
Bluhman: ... Uhh... I don't always play fair...!?
Bluhwoman: You know... You're right. That doesn't make sense, since we're practically opposites of eachother... Meaning I should be wearing white instead of black, have yellow hair instead of purple...
Bluhman: And should be dead instead of alive.
Bluhwoman: No, you're the dead one, and I'm the living one.
Bluhman: No, you are!!
Bluhwoman: I'll fix this. *Fires a shotgun at bluhman*
*Shot misses.*
Bluhwoman: What the hell!?
Bluhman: Unlike me, you have horrible aim.
Bluhwoman: Damnit!

[Dragonium]

Dragonium: Wait a sec, we're all the opposites of our clones. But since we exist, surely our clones do not?

Clones: ...

Dragonium: ...

Clones: ...

Dragonium: ...

Clones: ...

Dragonium: ...

Dragonium2: Shut up. *Stabs Dragonium with a corkscrew*

[Archem]

Archem: You know, just because they're evil twin-clones, that doesn't mean that they're entirely opposite of us.
Grandy: ...Shut up. *stabs Archem with a corkscrew*
Grandy: That's for coming back to life... Death... wjatever a ghost has.
Dragonium2: Ha! Free card for rule-breaking! *enjoys Dragonium's favorite snack, which, for the case of argument and insignificant plot, happens to be deep-fried salmon*
Coolisme: Deep-fried salmon?
Dragonium: Yeah. It has chocolate filling.
Mimo: that's what she said!
Everyone: *blank stare*
MooseTroop11: I think we had a stroke of bad judgement for accepting him.
CIM: Yeah, but his terrible jokes make me laugh!
MIC: Laugh? You are evil! *stabs CIM with a corkscrew*

[Grandy]

 Grandy: One could wonder where are all those corkscrews coming from.
 *a man with a bag full of them pass by*
 Man: Take here your free corkscrews! Take them while they are still fresh! *stops in front of MachoGrandy* Would you like a screw, mister?
 MachoGrandy: Are you hitting on me?! I'M STRAIGHT! GET IT! STRAIGHT!
 Grandy: Would you drop it already. No one here is in doubt about your sexuality.
 MachoGrandy: ...there's someone who is.
 Grandy: Yeah? Who?
 MachoGrandy: ...m....me....
 -insert awkward silence here-
 Grandy: Well, uh... whatever floats your boat, man.

[Moosetroop11]

Parallel Alex's good twin brother: *is not FFL*
PRaffles: Argh! The parallel-ness is too much! *Smashes through random window onto the battle below*
Grandy: !!!! It's parallel Raffles!
PRaffles: *Gets up* You're all meanies, so there!
MT11: Careful guys, this one's dangerous. His opinion could actually matter.

[Dragonium]

Dragonium: But he's the opposite of the normal one.
PRaffles: Yes, I am. Ha.
Dragonium: So he's not evil.
PRaffles: What?! I so am!
Dragonium: And he's not British.
PRaffles: He lies!
Dragonium: And he loses every argument he gets into.
PRaffles: Oh for God's sake stop!
Dragonium: And he can't shoot missiles.
PRaffles: ...Way to find fault, arsehole. *Runs away crying*
MT11: Sweet. Good job.
Dragonium2: Yeah, real smooth. *Stabs Dragonium with a corkscrew*

[Meiscool-2]

PAlex: He may not be able to do much, but I assure you, *laughs out loud* I can shoot missiles.

[Big_Duke]

Duke: Yo.
Parallel Duke: 7 L1ke5 tEh b4nan4s 4nd tEh p1e
Duke:Shut up, N00b.
PD: 0k7e-d0k1e
Duke: Barkeep, send me a whiskey.
*Sends down a cup with a whisker in it*
Duke: WHISKEY! W-H-I-S-K-E-Y! Not whisker, whiskey!
Bartender: Shut up, you're lucky you're getting it at all.
Duke: *Stabs Barkeep with a corkscrew*
Duke2: Why did you kill him?
Duke: I didn't kill him I stabbed him!

[Meiscool-2]

Paralle Almeidaboo: Hey guys! I just got voted to be the new Creative Arts moderator!