Random Role Players Wanted

Hello, I'm Volk from Dateline-MBC, and your on to catch a predator.
*Arrests Shimo and his cub raping ass*

*Takes the nine mil and shoots everyone...........*


And then all the hippies exploded

Don't make me put on your bandwagon seat belt...

Sorry its already on.

My god! You've doomed us all!

....

Sorry I blacked out for a moment there

*looks up at Volk and Shimo but suddenly goes back to his black out*

AND PIXEL IS DOWN FOR THE COUNT!!

I just done glued the seat belt on.... I <3 Crazy Glue

*Pixel is seen sitting at a table playing nock rummy with a fox plushie*

"About a couple hours..."

XD Volk postimicated in the wronge thread... XD Hippy.

Edit: Bastard deleted it. :'(

I take charge for my actions, and fixed it accordingly.

Hazza for fixing your mistakes!!

(I just had to say something to try to breath new life into this thread. )

Shimno proceaded to stand on his head and spin rapidly untill falling over and breaking his old man bones pukeing his guts out. (That muzzle aint gray no more........ Now its puke green )

"Oh....kay...." Pixel pauses a bit, "as u do that I shall sit up here atop this arena like area and watch."

*Pixel sits on a blue cushioned throne watching the action below in the pit.*

Looking up Shimno spots a lion running strait for him, He looks up at Pixel and yells ."YOU DID THIS DIDN'T YOU!!!!!" Turning back to the lion he bowns his head and puts his hand together and begins to chant. "Shim Sham Walla Walla Sing Sang, Shimininie Shlom Shang Bop, Teleport this lion on Pixels lap!" And with the lisp of the s on the end of Pixel the lion had vanished and by the ap in lap it had reapeared on Pixels head.

"Oh...right...." Pixel says as he slowly squeezed out from under the lion and slowly gets up from the throne, "Im...going to go...over here now...and slowly....escape...." Pixel runs for his life for the weapon storage vault.

Volk watches as Pixel runs into the armory,
"Well hello! And welcome to "We done gone and shot you in the face!" Gun and ammunition supplies, how may we help you today?
Volk puts a sawd-off shotgun on the counter.

Pixel closes the heavy metal doors behind him and wedges a bar in between them. "I dont think a shot guns gonna solve this one Volk!" Pixel said a little out of breath in a fast tone.

Volk puts away the 12 gauge,
"Never had a problem a shotgun couldn't solve. What's wrong any way?"

"A contender got one of the lions to chase me again," Pixel says as he takes a giant dresser and pushes it against the door.

Volk wondered why he had a giant dresser in his store, or how a steel door was made stronger when a dresser was put in front of it, or why earlier he was on MS-NBC. But none of this mattered. There was a lion out there. There was a sammich on the counter. There was a nuclear powered, ionized particle cannon on the shelf behind the counter.
"Pixel, in all honesty, in this gun store full of guns and bombs and flamethrowers and that thing I just thought about, there is nothing in here that can take down a lion."
Volk then loads up his lion gun,
"Were pretty much fucked comrade."
Volk then looks at all his guns one more time,
"Wait a second..."

Suddenly Pixel realized Volk's plan. "Of course!" Pixel grabs the sammich. "This sammich has ham on it....ham comes from pigs...pigs drink waters...and cats are afraid of water...and the lions a cat.....So the lion MUST BE afraid of this sammich!!!"

*suddlenly comes outta nowhere* "brilllllllliant"

*then pulls out the greatest invention since cheese out of the greatest box ever ((see below))*

*Slaps everyone with a wet slippery salmon and then runs off and hides*

Finding his pants, and putting them on,
"Well this has been random but yet no one has deduced that there was a murder! Was it you Cournal Mustard in the dining room with a rusty dildo?!"
Eying Pixel.

NOOOO!!!! Twas I. Thee omnipotent creator of child labor and all that is unholy. *grabbing Pixel he flees in the direction of a cotton mill.* Bwa ha ha haaaaa; we will make the finest orange slippers!!!!