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itsjustcambot2011-10-07 07:28 pm
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Venom Avian
[ The camera turns on to a loud Boom and a cloud of smoke exploding out into a corridor on the Satellite.
Coughing, Harry quickly makes his way through it, waving his hand in front of him and covering his mouth. Once he's suitably clear, he looks around, and spots Cambot with a exasperated expression.]
Okay folks, we may have a slight situation developing up here. So, apparently some wise guy decided to mess around with the food processor at some point, because I'm pretty sure giant venomous roosters are not the usual lunch special!
[Of course, there's the question about what Harry was doing on this level in the first place, which he'd be more than happy to enlighten you all on, if not for the rather ominous shadows now emerging from the smoke like a pack of some long dead predators.
Long dead predators that happened to be just under three feet tall. Which is still technically giant for a rooster. Also, there's the long vampire-esque fangs emerging from their beaks and dripping with venom. Now, sure the fact that other than the fangs and their height these roosters look indistinguishable from other poultry may make said incisors seem more absurd than intimidating, but that is because unlike poor Harry you have a screen between you and them.]
Clever girl. [Backing slowly away, his voice rising] Um, so yeah, I...may need some help. Given that somebody decided to take away my ability to Kentucky Fry these guys with a thought. And my gun. Not that I want to be a whiner or anything, I'm just saying I could really use a weapon right now!
Coughing, Harry quickly makes his way through it, waving his hand in front of him and covering his mouth. Once he's suitably clear, he looks around, and spots Cambot with a exasperated expression.]
Okay folks, we may have a slight situation developing up here. So, apparently some wise guy decided to mess around with the food processor at some point, because I'm pretty sure giant venomous roosters are not the usual lunch special!
[Of course, there's the question about what Harry was doing on this level in the first place, which he'd be more than happy to enlighten you all on, if not for the rather ominous shadows now emerging from the smoke like a pack of some long dead predators.
Long dead predators that happened to be just under three feet tall. Which is still technically giant for a rooster. Also, there's the long vampire-esque fangs emerging from their beaks and dripping with venom. Now, sure the fact that other than the fangs and their height these roosters look indistinguishable from other poultry may make said incisors seem more absurd than intimidating, but that is because unlike poor Harry you have a screen between you and them.]
Clever girl. [Backing slowly away, his voice rising] Um, so yeah, I...may need some help. Given that somebody decided to take away my ability to Kentucky Fry these guys with a thought. And my gun. Not that I want to be a whiner or anything, I'm just saying I could really use a weapon right now!
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I'm more hard boiled myself!
[Long legs have their benefits, such as putting boot to angry birds. The first one tumbles back squawking, but another then proceeds to just hop on Harry's leg, scrambling up it and leaving him shaking his limb frantically]
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Hang on, don't move for a second.
[WHONNNNNNG frying pan to the chicken's flank!]
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Thanks!
[Reaching into his pocket he palms a baseball he was carrying because Shut Up He's A Wizard, and proceeds to fast ball it into the rooster trying to pull a flank on Liz.]
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Nice shot!
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[Not that he tried out. No, he went for football, and was pounded to a pulp before being told to stick to track. And speaking of being pounded to a pulp-]
Gah, not the face! Not the face!