Id prefer it if you stuck together, Mr Fowler. Makes it easier to keep track of everything
Also, Ive received a message from Kody that hed like to take on Dr Robotnik first. All that remains is Aarons choice and then I can start your first mission
*Thinks* However, I have a short fuse, so I could just go off on my own anyway :P
Well, if Alex just confirms his vote, thats three for Bush, the only way that can be tied with is if Matt or Kody change their mind and Aaron goes with them.
i did said Bush *considers how satisfying impaling him upon lgihtsabre would be*
Or i could get wireless net connection on my palmtop and hack into his satalite...crispy Bush anyone?
I love the smell of napalm in the morning
I want to go to Mentorn Inc. and check the place out. These guys are my main suspects as they have made a horrible name for robot combat all over the world, they only want money, nothing else.
Dave Says: Another post from the almighty lord of Steve
STEVE SEZ:
CHAPTER 2: HAIL TO THE THIEF?
*DATELINE: Troon Beach, Ayrshire, 5:10pm*
With a screech, Bertie swerved off the main road and rocketed down onto the pebble-littered shore. He was just about to head straight into the ocean when Aarons foot slammed down on his brake and stopped him just at the waters edge.
Whats the deal? the bus exclaimed, I thought you guys said you wanted to see President Bush first.
Not me, Matty grumbled, itching to execute his own little plan on Mr Ellis.
Simple, Aaron told him, Number 1: youve never been outside Britain, so I doubt youll be able to make your way around a whole different country without any sort of map. Number 2: youll find it hard to navigate entire oceans by yourself. And Number 3: youre a bus. Unseaworthy. Who do you think you are, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang?
But Bertie just gave a superior smirk. Numbers 1 and 2 can be solved quite easily. Chris, get up front, will you?. Chris rose up from his seat and made his way to the drivers end, deftly dodging a lightsabre blow from Alex as he practiced his moves.
OK, Mr Newton, the bus commanded, see the little cartridge port next to the radio? Just slot your Game Boy in there and tell it to copy the world maps into my brain. Following Berties order, Chris slotted the palmtop, bottom scanner down, into the port.
Nicole, he instructed, download all available maps of Planet Earth. There followed a few blips and whirls (with even some clicks that seemed to resemble an adding machine) and after a mere few seconds...
[Download complete].
Excellent!, Bertie cheered as Chris removed the computer from the slot, now I can take you to nigh on anywhere on the planet! Just give me a name and Ill be there in a flash.
Ahem, Aaron coughed, Thats all very well, but I believe theres still the little matter of my third point.
Already taken care of, as well, the bus grinned, and with a loud pop, two red wings extended from his sides. Buckle up, gentlemen, and with a mighty roar of his engine, the Sodor transporter blasted up over the ocean and off to the infamous Land of the Free...
**********
*DATELINE: Washington D.C., 5:21pm GMT (12:21pm US time)*
Just entering Pennsylvania Avenue, Bertie glided down the street into a nearby darkened side-alley without anybody batting an eyelid as to his presence. Not only was everyone far too busy with their own affairs to notice a talking bus rocketing past them, but even if they had noticed him, he was travelling too fast for anyone to second-glimpse him.
There, Bertie whispered proudly as his engine shut down, Made good time, I think. The others didnt reply - they were leaning out the windows and busy relieving themselves of their travel sickness.
OK, lads, the bus said chirpily as they hobbled out into the alleyway with their equipment, Ill be waiting here if you need a quick escape.
R-right, Kody replied, quickly regaining his senses along with the others, Cmon, guys! and a wicked grin spread across his face, time for Senator Pain to put forward the Bill of WhoopAss!
...um, how about you leave the stupid one-liners to me? asked an embarrassed AJ, but the Canadian gave him a flick on the forehead and he thought better than to bother trying again.
So the intrepid band made their way out the alley and down Pennsylvania Avenue, soon finding themselves in front of the enormous pair of black gates of house number 1600.
Well, grind my beans, AJ breathed, its a lot bigger in real life. There, standing majestically in front of their eyes, was the White House, the stars n stripes atop fluttering proudly in the breeze.
OK, gang!, Matty roared triumphantly, eager for a little action at last, lets get im!
...um...how, exactly? Chris inquired. A slighty dumbfounded silence followed...
DECISION TIME!
Well, youve made it to the White House.
Thinking caps on, gents. Now lets get creative :wink:
Anyone got a high pitched piece I can shatter the windows with?
Despite the overdosing of coffee, my brain has come up with a plan. I turn into GeForce and flip one of us over the fence. Once inside that person can open the gates and let the rest of us inside the grounds. After that, we use Matty€™s Tony Blair impersonation and pretend the Prime Minister has come to see Bush. Hopefully he€™ll open the doors and let us in€¦
What do you say, guys?
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