Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-4794494-20141014230422/@comment-25357035-20141112045211

Yabab fires at the mercenaries firing on the group.

Yabab: Hurry, hurry! Go, go, go!

A couple bullets ballistic weapons ping off of Yabab's armor without hurting him.

Yabab: Eeef... Glofnog?

Glofnog: I'm in! Come up after the next Zealot.

Yabab: You were always the one who wanted to fight. Remember Beta Maximus?

Glofnog: I had a fuel rod gun! What in the grunty paradise am I suppose to do with a plasma pistol? A plasma pistol!

Yabab: I used a plasma pistol the whole campaign!

Glofnog: You barely even fired the darn thing! You were to busy bossing me around and criticizing Zuzu, (who, might I add, just got killed in Charmer's house by a bomber) while I killed all the Mandos and our battalion got our butts whooped into a can of food nipple!

A zealot makes it inside.

Glofnog: Come on, Yabab!

Yabab begind to climb the ladder.

Yabab: Next time, I'll be sure to pack an extra Fuel Rod.