*bursts through the ceiling window with his trenchcoat billowing dramatically and lands next to Metallurgist*

"I claim this experimental weapon prototypes for the prosperity of Kaufmann Inc.!"

*notices the apparent lack of pants, pulls two silenced guns and points them on Metallurgist and Soulstar*

"You two! You seem moderately sane! What the hell is going on here? And why am I using silenced guns in a standoff?"

*dives in through a window, looks around, wondering where all the pants are. then she takes out a bow and arrow, taking aim at Kaufmann's back*

Hold it right there! You shoot those strangely quiet guns and I'll turn you into a pincushion.

*points two SMG's toward Keiko and whoever else is near.*

"Haha! My Plan to steal away everyones pants has worked wonders! Now hand over the gold!"

Swings through a window and clumsily lands across the room through another window. Gets up after a few seconds and takes a peak inside through the broken window with his guns extended towards the people closest to him and starts yelling and screaming some giberish in Greek :P

Muy Grande
Soi Fon Bankai.. ur.. Guided Missile pulled out of bag of holding from Area 51 seems inappropriate..
So the Cloak of infinite Plains for Rune sword.. for El Gato plains drifter

and a new crate of school books for the poor country kids that speak with a Grenada accent

bullet POE ballet youre probly wonderign if i used all my END well arent ya
well i forget this Qulaar Gatling pistol power replacement
isent the most dangerious alien handgun
would you belive im hidign foxbats glue gun under my chica jovens cape?

Flickers and strobes of light come from under the door to the back hallway accompanied by a weird groaning wheezing sound that rises until there is a *CLUNK*. There are shouts of challenge followed shortly by the crack of gunfire. The shouts turn to screams as the crackle and boom of electrical arcs and the shrill keen of plasma discharges overwhelms them. It is momentarily quiet...

The door is opened and a tall, thin man looking remarkably like Nikola Tesla carrying a mismatched set of weird pulp-era rayguns steps through. He wears a white lab coat, shirt and bowtie, pinstripe pants and wingtip shoes. A strange backpack with what appears almost like a personal satellite dish and a sensor probe is strapped to his back. Glowing coils still sparking with electricity sheath his wrists.

He absently adjusts his tie, muttering, "How very rude of them..." Then he notices the strange gathering and levels his rayguns.

"Now, I know what you're thinking. 'Did he fire for six seconds, or only five?' Well, to be perfectly frank, in all the kerfuffle I've quite lost track myself, what? But bearing in mind that this is a Manmelter 3600ZX, the most powerful handgun in the Empire, and would reduce your entire body mass to free carbon and hydrogen with the slightest pressure of my forefinger upon the trigger mechanism, you're behooved to ask yourself one question: 'Am I feeling fortunate?' Well? Are you, dear chap?"

Let me pause from me conquest of Fay firth a moment....
and Grasp that Question with a
casual Shadows embrace.

I love the sight of a good groveling in the morning..
Princess Wasp form is my Darkness
I embrace you with Lemon Sprite
the positive of the negative and the Power of Grove defence.

Now wheres that Brain Scrambler Pistol.. the list of features is so robust
i got bored at reading the tech manual and just started pushing buttons.

So you are probably wondering what a Faye all of 4'6 in non cm units of measurement.. and a Weight of Girls prerogative [classified] could possibly do to you with this Eldritch Wand..

Well its more the matter of are you willing to fluter a ducet on your future if you try cuttign ahead of me in line
at the kissing gate..

*Metallurgist vanishes as the world suddenly shifts into PWE mode, and in her place stands a mysterious person seemingly composed of absolutely nothing, brandishing a pair of null matter pistols, which are being pointed at posters 16 and 17*

Just because we've all been shifted into an alternate universe that's less cryptic, but somehow not quite a perfect world either, doesn't mean I'm going to let you two off the hook for florid prose.

*turns to poster 11 from Kaufmann Inc* Well, first, I was standing here minding my own business, having found the Lost Treasure of Tinuxitlan when these pantless freaks showed up. Then, everything changed and my memory's kind of foggy. Now I wonder if the treasure's even still the same treasure.

Not a bleak one check Targeting system refuses to target.. must be a friend

Let go of my EGgO stranger. .
IS Harmon president?

Its bargin bizzar smash hero games
i saw those shoes first back off sister
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*Bursts in through a wall in the back, wielding a sword and shield for some odd reason. Everything suddenly enters suspended animation as all attention is directed at what appears to be a medieval-era town guard.*

STOP RIGHT THERE CRIMINAL SCUM!! Nobody breaks the law on MY watch! Either pay the fine, or- Wait a minute, I'm in the wrong room, aren't I? Son of a mudcrab...

*The guard cautiously backs up through the large hole in the wall, and runs off in a panic like nothing happened. Just as everything returns to "normal", he yells something off in the distance...*

...You saw nothing!...