PALS: Phantsmal Avatar Leage of Superheroes

[Spam]

:spam: *looks over at DJ and that egg on his chest*

*wonders what may be inside it*

*stomach gurgles*

:spam: "Omlett time!"

*Spam crouchs down to a Solid Snake position, and sneaks over next to DJ*

*gets in position to take the egg*

FORIAMSPAM!

[Lord Elcorion]

the top of the egg pops off and a shimmering emerald dragon head pokes out, looking spam in the eye.

[Deaths Jester]

the top of the egg pops off and a shimmering emerald dragon head pokes out, looking spam in the eye.

*Due to the odd rocking and cracking noises going on from the egg, DJ awakens from his nap.* "What the bloody 'ell is making all the damn racket!!!" *quickly he notices the new head sprouting from the egg*  "Oh great...I so hope this little bastad doesn't imprint me as it's bloody mother!"

[Sword]

That would be Spam actually.
:sword Nice. a baby emerald dragon. Haven't seen one of these since my most recent trip to Barvaronia. *turns the egg to face himself* I'll call you Corrigan.

[The Phantom Eyebrow]

That would be Spam actually.
:sword Nice. a baby emerald dragon. Haven't seen one of these since my most recent trip to Barvaronia. *turns the egg to face himself* I'll call you Corrigan.

:eyebrow: { Ah yes, very appropriate Sword.  Big Joe Corrigan was one of the finest goalies to ever don a pair of gloves - I didn't know you were a fan though... 

[ow_tiobe_sb]

That would be Spam actually.
:sword Nice. a baby emerald dragon. Haven't seen one of these since my most recent trip to Barvaronia. *turns the egg to face himself* I'll call you Corrigan.

:eyebrow: { Ah yes, very appropriate Sword.  Big Joe Corrigan was one of the finest goalies to ever don a pair of gloves - I didn't know you were a fan though... 

Aye, Big Joe was always a good egg, eh what?

ow_tiobe_sb
Phantom Bunburyist and You Know the Rest

[Sword]

:sword Not exactly the Corrigan I meant.
Corrigan: Squawk!
:sword Bunburyist you're awake. Come, and enjoy the company of this dragon.

[Spam]

:spam: "So, am I supposed to like, be with this little thing all the time? Hopefully it won't wake me up when I'm asleep..."

"I'm not watching this thing, right? Riiiiiiiight? DJ, help me out here..."

FORIAMSPAM!

[Lord Elcorion]

Corrigan: curls up on Sword's head and procedes to take a nap.

[Spam]

:spam: *notices that obviously the cute baby dragon likes Sword more then he*

"One of these days dragon, one of these days you'll be glad I wanted to make an omlette out of you. Just you wait!"

*sits on DJ*

FORIAMSPAM!

[ow_tiobe_sb]

*sits on DJ*

FORIAMSPAM!

*Suddenly, and quite unexpectedly, the P.A. system begins blaring the following tune*

Sit on my face and tell me that you love me!
I'll sit on your face and tell you I love you too! *SKREEETCH*

*The broadcast is suddenly interrupted by the sound of Lane's voice*

:| { This is hardly the type of musical entertainment becoming of a gentleman.  Let us proceed with our exploration of the "Variations on a Theme by Paganini for Piano" by Johannes Brahms.  You are listening to Lane in the Evening on WFOP, New England's Top of the Fops Music.

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Phantom Bunburyist and You Know the Rest

[Spam]

:spam: "What the--"

*Spam suddenly falls off of DJ from the skreetch of the radio interruption*

:spam: "Fine... I'll just sit on this hard, cold floor of insecurity... And where is Lane, anyway? How did he suddenly become a radio DJ? To the radio station!"

*Spam gets off his butt, and runs to some part of the PALS castle that must have a radio station somewhere*

FORIAMSPAM!

[Deaths Jester]

:spam: "What the--"

*Spam suddenly falls off of DJ from the skreetch of the radio interruption*

:spam: "Fine... I'll just sit on this hard, cold floor of insecurity... And where is Lane, anyway? How did he suddenly become a radio DJ? To the radio station!"

*Spam gets off his butt, and runs to some part of the PALS castle that must have a radio station somewhere*

FORIAMSPAM!

*now able to exhale after being flattened by Spams mighty butt, DJ slowly but surely assumes an upright position on the floor...something only the most experienced drunk can do.*  "Ach...Lane has taken up radio?  I cannae beleive he left me out fo this...I mean, every radio station needs a drunken graveyard shift DJ!!"

-DJ

[Sword]

:sword That's true, DJ. But that job is usually held by men who are only drunk during the graveyard shift.
Corrigan: Wakes up and starts Zoomingaround the base.
:sword Time to feed my dragon.

[Deaths Jester]

:sword That's true, DJ. But that job is usually held by men who are only drunk during the graveyard shift.
Corrigan: Wakes up and starts Zoomingaround the base.
:sword Time to feed my dragon.

"Ach....that's not true...ye just don't see them except for during the graveyard shift...there rest a de time they are drunk but their 'idden by the radio station...for some unknown reason...."

[Spam]

*checking the hallways back and forth, Spam finds that there isn't a radio station on the first level of the PALS mansion*

:spam: "Alrighty then, time to find this place. Let's get serious."

*Spam then digs out a pair of shades from his pocket, puts them on, trying to look cool while doing so, and goes to the elevator*

:spam: "To the basement! There may be a hidden radio station that has tons of awesome music."

FORIAMSPAM!

[The Phantom Eyebrow]

:eyebrow: { We have our own radio station?  This is a fine turn up for the books!  I might apply for a post as a radio broadcaster myself:  a blend of well-chosen tunes and witty repartee would surely be a winner. 
(If I can manage either that'd be just dandy).

:eyebrow: { At least Joe seems to have taken a shine to Sword.  I do hope he does't spoil him though, perhaps a stint at a pet finishing school would be advisable?

[ow_tiobe_sb]

*As Spam hunts tirelessly for the local radio station, The Phantom Bunburyist emerges from a doorway trimmed gaudily by neon lights--including a red, flashing sign that reads "ON AIR"--and plastered with numerous DayGlo(tm) marketing stickers featuring the letters "WFOP" whilst folding his silk handkerchief.  He appears to be protesting loudly to a figure concealed within.*

:o { Come, now, Lane! What's the harm in the occasional humorous 20th century piece?

*Turning about in the basement hallway, TPB suddenly notices the Mighty Meaty Wonder searching for the radio station under a WFOP promotional leaflet lying on the linoleum tile.*

:) { Ah, Master Spam!  There you are, lad.  I was just looking for y--

*Of a sudden, a decidedly green individual bursts from the decidedly Green Room opposite the radio station and mischievously waggles his fingers at TPB and his spiced ham companion. He rhymes thusly:*

  :D { Dandy, candy, pandybat!
That mind this and this mind that!

MINDSWAP!!!

*Spam and the purple dandy tense visibily for a moment, and then their bodies go very limp.  The strange green fellow immediately runs off, chuckling to himself and murmuring something incompletely audible about "victory."  He is promptly maimed by a small flying creature that would resemble a young dragon if anyone still believed in such creatures.  (If you believe in dragons, clap your hands!  Clap your hands, boys and girls!)...

Recovering himself--or, if not himself, some composure--TPB examines his handkerchief with passionate interest, and then generously blows his nose into it.  Slowly unfolding the handkerchief, TPB makes a fascinating discovery that he shares with his young friend.*

  ^_^ { Look!  I made a duck! ... FORIAMSPAM!

ow_tiobe_sb
FORIAMSPAM!

[Spam]

*Spam, or should I say, ow_tiobe_sb, blinks his eyes in fascination at what had happened. Shocked by what just went on, tiobe, or should I say, spamobe, begins to shout*

Tiobe  :o "Oh dear Shakespear's Moustache! It seems me and my meaty cohort here have switched bodies, no thanks to Mentok the Mindtaker. *starts twirling his finger around whilst ooohing in some strange, but humorous way*

Tiobe  :unsure: "As if I wasn't sure about today's events already... First Lane disappears, then I lose some sort of gemerald which could be lost in the never ending abyss of DJ's burmuda triangle of a couch, now I'm stuck in his..."

*Looks over at Spam, whom is still fascinated with the handercheif*

Tiobe  :blink: "Body... But what confuses me is he's stuck in my body, rather, the bunburyist's... But what happened to the Mindtaker... He didn't change bodies with anyone... Or did he...? But alas, I must focus on my current objective right now."

*Walks over to the radio station fiber glass, and starts banging on it, whilst yelling for Lane to come out and help*

ow_tiobe_sb, How Did This Happen to Me?

[Sword]

*corrigan lands on Sword's outstretched arm as the warrior strides too late into the radio station*
:sword Wonderful. It's always something with Mentok.

[Spam]

*tiobe, turns toward Sword with a bit of smirk on his face*

Tiobe   ^_^ "Doth my eye deceive me, or is that Sword? Thanks the skies your here. Spam and I... Or should I say, Tiobe and me have switched bodies due to Harvey Birdman's judge, Mentok!"

:sword: "Tiobe... Or Spam... I already know. I watched Mentok run up the stairs when I was looking for you."

Tiobe  :doh: "Oh... Well that saves me a few more minutes of talking. So, what shalt be our first plan of action, dear Sword?"

ow_tiobe_sb, Crawwwwling innn my skiiiin, these wouuunds they wiiill not heeaaaal...

[Sword]

:sword Well, I would suggest "bonk my bonk" a viking game where each man puts an iron pot on their head and dashes towards each other at full speed. This is no game for the fainthearted, but I think it will work.

[Deaths Jester]

*staggers down to the basement after his lowly compatriates*

"I say, did I 'ear someone say we were going ta play "bonk my bonk"?  I love that bloody game!"

[Spam]

Tiobe  :mellow: "Aw yes, the "Bonk my Bonk" game. The game, which was established in 1072, was found fun to watch when goats would clash their horns. The vikings got an idea of using their helmets to play the game that the goats were playing, and thus established a tradition so sought fun by the vikings. So answer me this, dear Sword, how would that really help our situation? Wouldn't that just give me *looks over at Spam*, and him *looks at his gloves that are on his hands* a headache instead of actually getting us back to our original bodies? And you sir DJ, do you just like to watch innocent blood shed, if we're actually going to participate in this clash of brutalness? *looks towards the radio station, once again* Lane! *taps on the glass, trying to get his attention*, I need a Tom Collins. Make that five of them, stat!"

*the music changes from 1930's jazz, to present time alternative metal*

Tiobe  :o "I guess he refuses to get my Tom Collins..."

ow_tiobe_sb,  :ffvstr: :ff: :spoiler:

[Sword]

:sword Indeed, it will give you a headache. Only superman could walk away without one. But I am operating under two assumptions:
#1) In certain cases involving superhumans, a bump on the head is enough to switch personalities.
barring that...
#2)If for some reason Mentok has deeply affected you, a headache may serve to weaken your mental barriers enough that another telepath can reverse the switch. But only if the headache is mutually administered.
Corrigan:Rawk!
*feeds the dragon some prime ribs*
:sword Mentor is on his way.It will take a while. So I suggest you attempt bonk my bonk first. Meanwhile, I will look into other means.

[The Phantom Eyebrow]

:eyebrow: { So it has come to this:  The Phantasmal Avatar League of Superheroes have taken to smashing their heads off one another in order to solve a problem.  Where is the subtlety?  Where is the craft?  I'm pretty sure that none of H.G Wells' or Jules Verne's characters ever resorted to such crude measures.

* Sighs the sigh of a man with a lot to sigh about (heavy hangs the brow...) *

[kkhohoho]

*Flashback to a week or so ago in the city...*

Drug Dealer: Hey, Santa!

:santa:  ...What did you just call me? :angry:

Drug Dealer:...Santa...

:santa:...No one calls me Santa and gets away with it! :evil:

*As Kkhohoho rushes to the frightened Drug Dealer, the dealer of things most cocaine makes a desperate attempt to save himself by throwing a strange pill into Kkhohoho's open, raging mouth.  Kkhohoho instinctly swallows the pill which, due to sheer dumb luck, got into Kkhohoho's mouth.  Kkhohoho then stops moving, and shortly slumps to the ground, and takes a nice long, forced nap...*

*Present*

*The police find Kkhohoho still on the ground.  Seeing his PALS lisence, 5 guards pick up the Santa lookalike, and upon arriving at PALS's mansion, promptly drop him on the front doorstep, then go off to do whatever it is blue boys do.

[Spam]

:sword Indeed, it will give you a headache. Only superman could walk away without one. But I am operating under two assumptions:
#1) In certain cases involving superhumans, a bump on the head is enough to switch personalities.
barring that...
#2)If for some reason Mentok has deeply affected you, a headache may serve to weaken your mental barriers enough that another telepath can reverse the switch. But only if the headache is mutually administered.
Corrigan:Rawk!
*feeds the dragon some prime ribs*
:sword Mentor is on his way.It will take a while. So I suggest you attempt bonk my bonk first. Meanwhile, I will look into other means.

Tiobe  :P "Ah yes, how silly of me. Sorry to have ever doubted the ever knowing Sword. Now, come here chap... *looks for Spam* Well, I've seemed to have misplaced the origin of where my personality came from, namely, my body. It seems that he could be anywhere in the PALS mansion... Alright, just remain calm... We'll find him just like those scientists found a huge body of water under Asia. He will come out eventually. And one more thing Sword... What if I were to stay in Tiobe's body for too long? Would I... *gulps* Be Tiobe?"

ow_tiobe_sb, ROCK ON! A True Gentleman.

[Sword]

:sword  Awhile back, I took the liberty of implanting GPS in our costumes. *hands the one before him a locator* Use that to find your other half. Meanwhile, I'm headed out.
DJ: Ah man, He's got that "I'm gonna go kick some tailbone" face.
:sword No, this is my "I'm going to go reason with somebody face"
DJ: You don't have one of those.
:sword Fair enough. I'm going to go find Mentok.

[Spam]

Tiobe  ^_^ "Very impressive, Sword. I shall use this device in which to regain the spammy half of "Bonk my Bonk!"

*Searches for Spam using the GPS system. The indicator is starting to beep faster and louder, getting closer to Spam, but now he lost the trail he was on. Starting up again, he goes around the basement, looking for him down there first. Alas, nothing, he must search the upstairs, as Spam must be up there.*

Tiobe  :unsure: "This could take quite the while. Lane! *runs to the radio station, and starts banging on the flexi-glass again, trying to get Lane's attention* A Bacardi on la rocks, double time!"

ow_tiobe_sb, lalalalalalalalalalalala