Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[ShindoL Shill]

I shoot Knife in the face.

 

[Saltarius]

I remove Tox's crotch protector, and then proceed to kick him in the nuts again.

 

[Saltarius]

I respawn behind Tox, punching him into my corpse and grabbing his head, smashing it against the wall repeatedly.

 

[Saltarius]

A spectral voice beckons to Tox.

"Maaartin Tawwwwkkksss. I would have a weeerrddd with youuuu."

 

[Saltarius]

"This is yowa fuckin' President Tawks! You-uh better get over here nowa!"

 

[Saltarius]

The phantom reveals itself.

"Jawn Eff Kenneday!"

 

[Saltarius]

"Ay need you, Mawtin Tawks, to fulfill a special misshun for I, Puhresident Jawn Eff Kenneday!"

The spectre hands Tox some confidential folders.

 

[Saltarius]

"Yowa mission, which you will accept, is to take dat USB thumb-dwyve, and upload it's data to da respawn matrix, as well as take da files designated in da folda."

 

[Saltarius]

"Just take da file called JFK.doc, and awl will be known in tyme."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"OH MY GOD IT'S JFK!" A tulpa yells, who has definitely been standing behind Tox this entire time.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"JFK is clearly up to something. Tox, smash that thumb-dwyve."

 

[ShindoL Shill]

I slide back a section of my left forearm, revealing a screen.
"Yeah. But I doubt what's on there is any good."

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"Not really."
I close my arm up.
"Why don't you go get a laptop somewhere?"

 

[Saltarius]

"Tawks! Don't let him take the thumb-dwyve! It kuntains impowatant infahmation that's a matta of national security!"

 

[Saltarius]

"I wouldn't! Technically, dey lied ta me! Especially Lee Hawvey Oswald!"

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"We aren't citizens of America."

 

[Saltarius]

"Den my plan won't affect you!"

 

[ShindoL Shill]

I follow Tox, making 'I'm watching you' gestures at JFK.

 

[Saltarius]

"You'll regret ya doubt in da future Trilby! Ya will!"

 

[Knife-28]

"The amount of American patriotism displayed by that fucking canuck will never cease to amaze me." Knife says as he drops down from the rafters next to me and Connor. "Nor will his hard on for JFK."