*gets freed from his grasp and grabs Cas arm and twistes it really hard, almost breaking his bone* don't make me use brute strength... I thought we were playing :?
*twists arm around freeing myself from DMXs grip and grabing his arm than placing my palm on his elbow and presses slightly in a position where its very easy to break the arm*
"we are!"
*jumps back and grabs a pillow* "no more breaking bones ok?"
*pummles DMX with the pillow*
*stands up while wiping a small trail of blood form his skull* You'll never break an arm like that. *grabs DMX's arm as a demonstration* You do it like this, *pulls out DMX's arm straight then places his free hand on his shoulder, Pulls DMX's arm down while bringing his knee up placing it just under his elbow* that's how you'd break an arm CQC style. But who cares? *grabs a bunch of pillows and dives behind the couch* ALPHA BRAVO CHARLIE! WE GOT HOSTILES! FIRE WHEN READY! *launches pillows in an arc like hand grenades*
*dodges a pillow and rolls into the kitchen* "close one" *hides to the left of the door, grabs a root-beer from the cooler, shakes it, opens it slightly, and throws it behind the couch* "take cover!" *large explosion of soda can be seen from behind the couch*
*checks his arms* Okay... now I feel in a bad mood! *runs to refrigerator and grabs fourteen bottles of beer, pours them on a bowl and covers it completely* let's do an advance joke out of this... *starts shaking bowl wildly in the middle of the room*
"this wont end well..."
*runs in bathroom and locks door*
*throws bowl in air heading for the roof as he jumps back on the couch with Shadow* hey! what are you doing in my throne!? *bowls crashes on the roof and explodes really hard, filling the entire house and flooding it with beer* Beer Party!!
Nice one. But I know a better one. *Runs to fridge and grabs a soda* I'M BORROWING SOMETHING I'LL BRING IT BACK LATER! *Grabs a pack of pop-rocks off the floor that fell out of Gun's candy bag* Now *pours pop-rocks into can, covers the top, shakes it for a minute before throwing it and jumping behind the couch* FIRE IN THE HOLE!!!
OOC: Homer: I'll see you in hell candy men!!
IC: Goddamnit no!! *runs away and locks himself inside a closet*
(only just waking up from being beaten nonstop with a blunt pillow:)
gungh... woah... what happened- (dials number on celphone)
Amelia- I-NEED-PAINKILLERS. thank you. *click!* (drops celphone- and is unconcious again.