FOR YOUR REJECTION OF OUR CALL TO FRIENDSHIP, WE HAVE INSTEAD BEEN CALLED TO ARMS. We shall be taking the nuclear option for this rejection of the kindness of French Toast and Peace, and as such, we shall be launching nuclear weapons at each and every single one of your precious bats. Unless you surrender now, each and every single one of them shall be mutated or fried unless our demands are met.
Unfortunately for Waffles and Crumpets here, they believed they could hide behind mere machinery against my army of mutants, when they did not realize the very drinks they were consuming were filled with the radioactive DNA of French Toast.
Unfortunately for them they shall become new versions of French Toast to supply her army!
I warn the opposing army again: do you desire more of these eldritch abominations, my so called “nuclear strikes”? Stand down, enough with the bats, or more of them shall be turned into horrors beyond comprehension.
I leave your bats alone, all of them living without horrific mutations, and you stop this horrific war on the boards and the RP and trend dies. French Toast ceases her nuclear warfare, and the boards go back to normal.
Deal?
I’m keeping this PFP though because it’s freaking hilarious.
Maybe it was, but at the same time it was the most interesting thing to happen here for a while. Frankly, I think it caused the members of TTV to become inspired and create works to become part of something, no matter how silly it was. Are we not here to have fun creating things together?