OD: Save Gregory.
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erictcartman--omnipotentDictator [OD] started pestering incitedtoRiot [ITR]--
OD: Well well well. My how the Tables have turned. So who needs saving who's life now?
OD: Oh right, you need me to save your Ass.
OD: If you've read that Instruction Manual so much, why did you put yourself in this Situation?
ITR: I need your assistance in completing my entry into the session, just like every other damn player in this game.
ITR: This isn't news.
OD: Well then how did you get stuck being Last, Gregory? Oh thats right. Your boyfriends mad at you and no one else cared enough.
ITR: Furthermore I would like to point out that a lack of assistance will result in your own inevitable demise via hot burning meteor death, so let's avoid the inevitable charade you're going to inflict upon everyone.
ITR: I'm not last. You are.
ITR: Which, again, will result in inevitable death if you don't put me into the game, thus allowing someone else to put you in as well.
ITR: So shut your mouth and get to it.
ITR: And fuck off.
ITR: I assume you're referring to Christophe.
OD: DUMBASS! Kenny brought me in like FOREVER ago! I have like a Million Grist and a Jewsprite and practically every Imp on my god damn Planet is already dead!
OD: And yes I mean Christophe.
OD: Kenny brought me, Christophe broght Kenny in, and then I brought Stan in
ITR: What.
OD: You brought Christophe In.
ITR: What do you mean you brought Stan in? Who did Stan bring in?
OD: I don't fucking know, Stan's off being a Dipshit somewhere.
OD: Who cares, it doesn’t matter.
ITR: Of course it fucking matters; are you actually terminally stupid?
ITR: The game is played in a cycle.
ITR: One server player brings one client in until the circle is complete! You've completely ruined the order somehow!
ITR: How did it even allow you to do this??
OD: Because I'm super Badass and the Rules don't apply to me.
OD: I'm the Leader so obviously I get to do whatever I want.
ITR: No, because you are a fucking moron and have likely done something irreversible to this session.
ITR: And you are not the leader. At least certainly not one that I'm taking orders from.
OD: Whelp. It was nice knowing you then, Goldilocks.
OD: Seeing as though I'm the only one here and - wait how come you have NO Monty Python shit in your Room? What kind of English Person are you?
ITR: One who doesn't plaster his walls with inane nonsense.
ITR: Don't you have better things to do than nitpick my fashion sense?
OD: Oh I haven't even gotten into your Closet yet. Though I'm astounded at the lack of Husky Frenchman Porn in your Dresser Drawer.
ITR: Shut it. Unlike you, I'm not a complete slob who leaves inapropriate things lying about.
OD: Oh so its somewhere else, huh? Lets find it!
ITR: And furthermore I don't see what your obsession with my theoretical french boyfriend is.
OD: Oh right, you broke up.
ITR: Yes, please continue to waste valuable time hunting for things that don't exist.
ITR: We never dated in the first place, you intollerable derelict.
OD: Sure, and this isn't some kind of Exboyfriend Tiff.
OD: Anyway, do you Have the Alchemizer set up and stuff? Got your crystal ready?
ITR: I really don't need a sudden attack of highschool relationship drama to make an even larger mess out of things, thanks.
ITR: Yes. Room at the top of the stairs, on the right.
OD: These pictures of you are just precious Gregory, I mean I didn't think it was possible to look fruitier than you look now but seriously?
OD: Fucking adorable.
ITR: At least I'm not a hideous, bloated slob.
OD: Yeah Christophe's gotten out of shape ever since you sliced his Hand off.
ITR: I mean really, does your mother dress you like a cow or is that your own doing?
ITR: Hah. That one was reaching, even for you.
ITR: It wasn't his fucking hand, idiot. Fuck off.
OD: Ay! At least I don't wear - what is this, Sweatervests and Argyle?
OD: What are you, 75 years old?
ITR: What?
OD: This shit in your Closet!
ITR: Oh. Okay yes, that is. And I like that one, thanks, so put it back.
OD: No Gregory obviously you need to take this along and work Christophe into a hot Sweat.
OD: Sylladex this shit and Alchemize it with a pair a - oh sexy Panties lets go find some.
OD: Lord knows how much you fucking Chavs love crossdressing.
ITR: Wow.
ITR: One, fuck you.
ITR: Two, fuck you.
OD: Well you better start making Shit out of your pathetic Fencing Sword or something!
ITR: Three, stop fantasising about my non-existant clothing and get to work moving my damn alchemiser.
ITR: I fully intend on 'making shit' out of my weapons.
OD: Here I made you a sexy pair of Argyle Lingerie.
ITR: In fact Christophe and I have already discussed the possibility of a rapier-scooter.
ITR: Which is a thing I intend to make once I have enough grist, so get to it.
OD: HAHAHAHA Thats the Gayest Thing I've ever heard of!
ITR: You will do no such goddamn thing, particularly since you can't operate the alchemiser from there.
ITR: So fuck right off and get it up properly so that I can use it.
OD: Fine fine hold on.
OD: You should make those underwear though, since I bet that'll be what makes Christophe go back to you.
ITR: By the way, I've been meaning to ask since we first started this mind-wrenching conversation./
OD: What?
ITR: Why are you capitalising random letters?
ITR: You look like either an idiot or a primary school child.
OD: Because Germans capitalize Nouns Dumbass!
ITR: And you're German now?
OD: Also its my Typing Quirk, its what happens when you start playing the Game.
OD: Youll probably get one too.
OD: Okay just hit that Button and your Crystal should Pop out.
ITR: All right.
OD: It'll probably be in the shape of a Teacup or something.
ITR: And what the actual hell is a typing quirk?
OD: I'd start alchemizing Shit first though.
OD: It's seperates you from the other Fucks!
ITR: Is this something you picked on while watching Mean Girls?
OD: Also Colors, mines Fireball Red!
OD: and Mean Girls is a kickass Movie so shut your Face.
OD: Better than, oh God what woulgd you think is cool...
ITR: God.
OD: Downton Abby or something.
ITR: You are still not explaining what the hell you are talking about, and Downton Abby is a perfectly enjoyable show so shut it.
OD: I'm talking about Sburb! It'll all make sense when you get in here GOD why am I getting you in here
OD: If you hadn't read that Journal...
OD: Or whatever Manual that was.
ITR: I read the manual; it mentioned nothing about typing quirks and colors so I still don't understand what you're on about.
ITR: All right, the lathe is set.
OD: Okay don't touch that yet because once it starts up you only have so much Time.
OD: Start making Shit.
ITR: What, just anything?
ITR: I thought I was supposed to make a particular item.
ITR: I mean, to enter the game.
OD: Like Armor, and Weapons, and a Comminication Device.
ITR: As I have mentioned before we are /extremely/ pressed for time.
OD: You don't want to go there Empty handed! Make a basic Weapon first at least.
ITR: And as much as I'm sure you'd love to see me turned into a pile of smoldering ash, you need as many players as possible to win, so stop stalling.
ITR: Fuck off; I want to get there before a meteor lands on my head.
OD: Christophe would kill me if something happened to you.
ITR: So lathe the damn whatever the hell this is.
ITR: Sword?
ITR: I suppose it's a sword.
OD: Ugh I thought it would be a Teacup.
OD: Touch it and get the fuck in here.
ITR: What was yours then, a slab of roast beef
OD: A Star thanks!
ITR: Perhaps with a small side of gravy?
ITR: Hah, really?
OD: Yes, because I'm awesome.
ITR: That's a bit conceited, don't you think?
ITR: What the hell is your class and aspect?
OD: I'm the Star of this fucking Show.
OD: I'm something of Hope.
ITR: Considering you've already fucked everything and entered the damn iconosphere, so I suppose you know already.
OD: I did NOT Fuck everything up.
ITR: The something of hope.
ITR: What a truly meaningful and fantastic title.
OD: It's not MY fault Stan doesn't know how to play this fucking Game!
ITR: Stan isn't the one who entered at the wrong goddamn time, idiot.
OD: WHATEVER I bet you're the Derp of Bad Teeth!
ITR: First off, derp isn't a noun.
OD: In this Context it is.
ITR: Second, what the hell sort of class would bad teeth even be.
ITR: Oh my god stop capitalising your damn nouns.
OD: I DON'T KNOW but that's what you'd be!
ITR: Type like a normal human being.
OD: Are you calling Germans Non-Normal Human beings?
ITR: No, I am calling you a non-human being because you are an intollerable twat.
OD: Who just saved your Ass!
OD: Good, now Christophe will stop threatening me.
ITR: Hah. Good for him.
ITR: And fine, one point for you for not causing my vicious death.
ITR: Contratulations.
ITR: Would you like a gold star to go with your cystal?
OD: You don't get to be the one to give out Points.
ITR: I certainly am and just did.
OD: I'm the Leader, and I give out points.
ITR: False.
OD: No.
OD: You are not the Leader, Gregory.
ITR: Well then how exactly did I manage to give out a point there?
ITR: In fact, let's make some sort of point-giving machine right now.
OD: No you stop.
OD: Stop right now.
OD: Americans BEAT the British you CANT be the Leader.
OD: This is like History 101.
ITR: I am going to feed the alchemiser a chessboard and a print-out of You Tried stickers.
OD: STOP.
OD: THAT IS ILLEGAL GAME PLAY AND ITS NOT ALLOWED.
ITR: Actually I am fairly certain that you just told me to begin alchemising weapons and such.
OD: WEAPONS, not Blaphemous "Point" Machines which I should be making.
OD: Not you.
ITR: Okay, that was a failure. I have no need for a chess set of stars. Do you have some sort of code for a slot machine?
OD: Not one I'm giving you.
ITR: Combining You Tried stickers and my glock.
OD: WHAT.
ITR: What.
ITR: This is an excellent idea.
ITR: If we're looking for an easiily-dispensible point machine.
OD: If you think you can shoot "You tried" Stickers at me, you've got another thing coming.
ITR: Well, that appears to be what I just made. Hah.
OD: Combining "Duck Says Quack" wind up toy from my basement and a 1Up plush from Kevin's shit he left over.
ITR: What on earth is a 1Up plush.
OD: You know those 1Up Blocks from Mario?
ITR: Oh.
ITR: That sounds like a horrible combination.
OD: HAH look, Now when I pull this string it makes an animal noise and dispenses 1Up points to whoever I deam fit.
ITR: Hm.
ITR: Okay one point to you for being surprisingly clever.
OD: Clearly I'm the Leader.
ITR: Negative one point for claiming leadership again.
OD: NEGATIVE ONE POINT FOR QUESTIONING MY AUTHORITAH
ITR: That sentance had no capital nouns.
OD: 'Dog goes Woof' **mario power down sound**
OD: I'll capitalize YOUR Nouns.
ITR: Combining three piece suit and my glock. Since you apparently have deemed all of my vests non-wearable.
OD: Nice to see you listening to my Suggestions.
OD: You gonna make that Argyle Panty Set?
ITR: Fuck off before I shoot one of these stars at you.
ITR: Actually I've changed my mind; I need a sword suit instead.
ITR: It's more appropriate, since apparently I'm a knight.
OD: YOU NUMBSKULL! That will obviously stab the FUCK out of you!
OD: And you WOULD be Knight.
ITR: This looks fine to me.
OD: Jesus.
ITR: It's mostly decorative.
OD: ...uh yeah that actually looks pretty good.
ITR: Well, better a knight than a 'something.'
ITR: Is your talent to wander about aimlessly?
OD: I haven't figured it out yet, God!
ITR: Wishing you were the leader?
OD: I AM the Leader, okay?
OD: omnipotentDictator
OD: I've always BEEN the Leader!
ITR: One star for you, once I see you - oh god. You made a new handle?
OD: Of course I did.
ITR: Fantastic.
OD: I've been Wizard King, Red Russian, The Coon of Coon and Friends, I've ALWAYS taken Head Spot, okay?
ITR: Well then I'm sure you're just about ready for a chance of scenery.
OD: Meanwhile, youve been palling off with Christophe being The Spy Who Shagged Every Fuck Who'd Let Him.
ITR: Oh my god shut your fucking mouth. Christophe and I don't have that kind of fucking relationship.
OD: Bloohoo how sad for you.
ITR: Fuck you.
OD: Should have made him your Sprite and he wouldn't have had a Choice in the Matter - oh shit
OD: You need to make yourself a Sprite.
ITR: As in the fairy or the carbonated beverege?
OD: No Dickhead, that Glowing thing that popped out.
OD: Throw something Dead in it!
ITR: So the fairy then.
OD: Yeah go!
OD: Do it!
ITR: Well sorry, I'm not exactly in the habit of keeping dead things around my house.
OD: How about your lovelife?
ITR: Negative five stars for poor jokes.
OD: Oh yeah?
OD: "Pig goes Oink" *mario dead sound* Negative 10!
ITR: What are you going to do when that runs out of batteries?
OD: ...
OD: I didn't bring any with me.
OD: I guess I'll just have to relish in the Moment.
ITR: Hm. It looks as though I happen to have quite a few spares.
ITR: Which, of course, I could duplicate.
OD: I'm not about to Beg for Batteries.
OD: I command you to make me some.
ITR: Hah.
ITR: Hah.
ITR: Really.
OD: As Leader, I expect you to respect my Orders.
ITR: Five more failstars for once again insisting that you are some sort of leader that I would listen to.
ITR: Well, until you find something that I would actually appreciate in exchange, I suppose we'll simply have to wait for the inevitable death of your 1up machine.
ITR: What a travesty.
OD: WHAT
OD: I mean seriously, do you REALLY think you're the Leader.
OD: I just SAVED your Ass.
OD: Being a Damsel in Distress isn't really what I'd call "Heroic".
ITR: I don't have to be the leader, but you certainly shouldn't be.
ITR: And that point doesn't make sense, considering you needed someone to transfer you into the game as well.
OD: I basicaly pulled you from the Path of a Meteor, basically.
OD: I'm your Knight in Shining armor, because Christophe cares too much about his Grudge than saving your ass.
OD: But her CERTAINLY DOESNT MIND waving his Riflekind in my Face.
OD: Threatning me if I don't save you in Time.
OD: Fag.
OD: OoOOoOhhh I guess I touched a Sore Spot. Whatever, have fun in your Land of Tea and Crumpets.
ITR: Well, I would be lying if I said that I wasn't grateful that you didn't allow me to be smashed to bits, but you're still incorrect.
ITR: Christophe - and everyone else in this damn game thanks to you - was incapable of functioning as my server player. It is /supposed/ to be one server to one client.
ITR: But you've gone and fucked everything up, so in the end he likely could have.
OD: You wish.
OD: Just admit that I'm the only one who cared and submit to my Leadership already.
ITR: Oh, what's that?
ITR: Four more stars for you.
ITR: And it doesn't run on batteries either.
OD: That means my Points are more valuable.
OD: Theyre a Rare Commodity.
ITR: They'll be an obsolete commodity once they run out.
OD: Everyone will want mine, not yours. Thusly, making me a more revered LEader.
OD: How about i just alchemize my Points with Grist, HAH
OD: Then they'll LITERALLY be worth something.
ITR: Can you actually do that?
OD: I can try.
OD: Wouldn't that be sweet.
ITR: Not really but I'm genuinely curious.
OD: Uh okay so Ill take my Machine and punch in the Code for Grist and...
OD: Yup. It spits out Grist now.
ITR: Are you positive that's actual grist?
ITR: And not simply fake grist?
ITR: Why on earth would currency have a code.
OD: ... whats the differenc- oh shit
OD: Gregory God Damn it.
ITR: Well, don't blame me.
OD: How am I going to get it to give out points again!?
ITR: Use your original machine, idiot.
ITR: And toss the dud away.
OD: Done.
OD: Don't you have a Planet to explore?
OD: Im determined to find this French porn though.
OD: I'm totally going to alchemize it with my Antonio Banderes Doll.
ITR: You know, for someone who proclames themself 'leader' so much, you do panic a disturbing amount.
ITR: Wow.
ITR: Yes, have fun with that.
OD: Youre Welcome.
OD: No its for you dumbass!
OD: I don't pop a chubby for Dirty French Guys!
ITR: Gift rejected. As you said, I have a planet to explore; one that does not involve an Antonio Banderes doll.
ITR: Goodbye.
OD: Well the plan was for it to look like Christophe.
OD: Since he probably wont let you get near him.
OD: Cant have you all alone at Night~
ITR: I said goodbye, Cartman.
ITR: Fuck off.
OD: Sheesh, fine.
OD: Sorry for trying to help.
OD: Well well well. My how the Tables have turned. So who needs saving who's life now?
OD: Oh right, you need me to save your Ass.
OD: If you've read that Instruction Manual so much, why did you put yourself in this Situation?
ITR: I need your assistance in completing my entry into the session, just like every other damn player in this game.
ITR: This isn't news.
OD: Well then how did you get stuck being Last, Gregory? Oh thats right. Your boyfriends mad at you and no one else cared enough.
ITR: Furthermore I would like to point out that a lack of assistance will result in your own inevitable demise via hot burning meteor death, so let's avoid the inevitable charade you're going to inflict upon everyone.
ITR: I'm not last. You are.
ITR: Which, again, will result in inevitable death if you don't put me into the game, thus allowing someone else to put you in as well.
ITR: So shut your mouth and get to it.
ITR: And fuck off.
ITR: I assume you're referring to Christophe.
OD: DUMBASS! Kenny brought me in like FOREVER ago! I have like a Million Grist and a Jewsprite and practically every Imp on my god damn Planet is already dead!
OD: And yes I mean Christophe.
OD: Kenny brought me, Christophe broght Kenny in, and then I brought Stan in
ITR: What.
OD: You brought Christophe In.
ITR: What do you mean you brought Stan in? Who did Stan bring in?
OD: I don't fucking know, Stan's off being a Dipshit somewhere.
OD: Who cares, it doesn’t matter.
ITR: Of course it fucking matters; are you actually terminally stupid?
ITR: The game is played in a cycle.
ITR: One server player brings one client in until the circle is complete! You've completely ruined the order somehow!
ITR: How did it even allow you to do this??
OD: Because I'm super Badass and the Rules don't apply to me.
OD: I'm the Leader so obviously I get to do whatever I want.
ITR: No, because you are a fucking moron and have likely done something irreversible to this session.
ITR: And you are not the leader. At least certainly not one that I'm taking orders from.
OD: Whelp. It was nice knowing you then, Goldilocks.
OD: Seeing as though I'm the only one here and - wait how come you have NO Monty Python shit in your Room? What kind of English Person are you?
ITR: One who doesn't plaster his walls with inane nonsense.
ITR: Don't you have better things to do than nitpick my fashion sense?
OD: Oh I haven't even gotten into your Closet yet. Though I'm astounded at the lack of Husky Frenchman Porn in your Dresser Drawer.
ITR: Shut it. Unlike you, I'm not a complete slob who leaves inapropriate things lying about.
OD: Oh so its somewhere else, huh? Lets find it!
ITR: And furthermore I don't see what your obsession with my theoretical french boyfriend is.
OD: Oh right, you broke up.
ITR: Yes, please continue to waste valuable time hunting for things that don't exist.
ITR: We never dated in the first place, you intollerable derelict.
OD: Sure, and this isn't some kind of Exboyfriend Tiff.
OD: Anyway, do you Have the Alchemizer set up and stuff? Got your crystal ready?
ITR: I really don't need a sudden attack of highschool relationship drama to make an even larger mess out of things, thanks.
ITR: Yes. Room at the top of the stairs, on the right.
OD: These pictures of you are just precious Gregory, I mean I didn't think it was possible to look fruitier than you look now but seriously?
OD: Fucking adorable.
ITR: At least I'm not a hideous, bloated slob.
OD: Yeah Christophe's gotten out of shape ever since you sliced his Hand off.
ITR: I mean really, does your mother dress you like a cow or is that your own doing?
ITR: Hah. That one was reaching, even for you.
ITR: It wasn't his fucking hand, idiot. Fuck off.
OD: Ay! At least I don't wear - what is this, Sweatervests and Argyle?
OD: What are you, 75 years old?
ITR: What?
OD: This shit in your Closet!
ITR: Oh. Okay yes, that is. And I like that one, thanks, so put it back.
OD: No Gregory obviously you need to take this along and work Christophe into a hot Sweat.
OD: Sylladex this shit and Alchemize it with a pair a - oh sexy Panties lets go find some.
OD: Lord knows how much you fucking Chavs love crossdressing.
ITR: Wow.
ITR: One, fuck you.
ITR: Two, fuck you.
OD: Well you better start making Shit out of your pathetic Fencing Sword or something!
ITR: Three, stop fantasising about my non-existant clothing and get to work moving my damn alchemiser.
ITR: I fully intend on 'making shit' out of my weapons.
OD: Here I made you a sexy pair of Argyle Lingerie.
ITR: In fact Christophe and I have already discussed the possibility of a rapier-scooter.
ITR: Which is a thing I intend to make once I have enough grist, so get to it.
OD: HAHAHAHA Thats the Gayest Thing I've ever heard of!
ITR: You will do no such goddamn thing, particularly since you can't operate the alchemiser from there.
ITR: So fuck right off and get it up properly so that I can use it.
OD: Fine fine hold on.
OD: You should make those underwear though, since I bet that'll be what makes Christophe go back to you.
ITR: By the way, I've been meaning to ask since we first started this mind-wrenching conversation./
OD: What?
ITR: Why are you capitalising random letters?
ITR: You look like either an idiot or a primary school child.
OD: Because Germans capitalize Nouns Dumbass!
ITR: And you're German now?
OD: Also its my Typing Quirk, its what happens when you start playing the Game.
OD: Youll probably get one too.
OD: Okay just hit that Button and your Crystal should Pop out.
ITR: All right.
OD: It'll probably be in the shape of a Teacup or something.
ITR: And what the actual hell is a typing quirk?
OD: I'd start alchemizing Shit first though.
OD: It's seperates you from the other Fucks!
ITR: Is this something you picked on while watching Mean Girls?
OD: Also Colors, mines Fireball Red!
OD: and Mean Girls is a kickass Movie so shut your Face.
OD: Better than, oh God what woulgd you think is cool...
ITR: God.
OD: Downton Abby or something.
ITR: You are still not explaining what the hell you are talking about, and Downton Abby is a perfectly enjoyable show so shut it.
OD: I'm talking about Sburb! It'll all make sense when you get in here GOD why am I getting you in here
OD: If you hadn't read that Journal...
OD: Or whatever Manual that was.
ITR: I read the manual; it mentioned nothing about typing quirks and colors so I still don't understand what you're on about.
ITR: All right, the lathe is set.
OD: Okay don't touch that yet because once it starts up you only have so much Time.
OD: Start making Shit.
ITR: What, just anything?
ITR: I thought I was supposed to make a particular item.
ITR: I mean, to enter the game.
OD: Like Armor, and Weapons, and a Comminication Device.
ITR: As I have mentioned before we are /extremely/ pressed for time.
OD: You don't want to go there Empty handed! Make a basic Weapon first at least.
ITR: And as much as I'm sure you'd love to see me turned into a pile of smoldering ash, you need as many players as possible to win, so stop stalling.
ITR: Fuck off; I want to get there before a meteor lands on my head.
OD: Christophe would kill me if something happened to you.
ITR: So lathe the damn whatever the hell this is.
ITR: Sword?
ITR: I suppose it's a sword.
OD: Ugh I thought it would be a Teacup.
OD: Touch it and get the fuck in here.
ITR: What was yours then, a slab of roast beef
OD: A Star thanks!
ITR: Perhaps with a small side of gravy?
ITR: Hah, really?
OD: Yes, because I'm awesome.
ITR: That's a bit conceited, don't you think?
ITR: What the hell is your class and aspect?
OD: I'm the Star of this fucking Show.
OD: I'm something of Hope.
ITR: Considering you've already fucked everything and entered the damn iconosphere, so I suppose you know already.
OD: I did NOT Fuck everything up.
ITR: The something of hope.
ITR: What a truly meaningful and fantastic title.
OD: It's not MY fault Stan doesn't know how to play this fucking Game!
ITR: Stan isn't the one who entered at the wrong goddamn time, idiot.
OD: WHATEVER I bet you're the Derp of Bad Teeth!
ITR: First off, derp isn't a noun.
OD: In this Context it is.
ITR: Second, what the hell sort of class would bad teeth even be.
ITR: Oh my god stop capitalising your damn nouns.
OD: I DON'T KNOW but that's what you'd be!
ITR: Type like a normal human being.
OD: Are you calling Germans Non-Normal Human beings?
ITR: No, I am calling you a non-human being because you are an intollerable twat.
OD: Who just saved your Ass!
OD: Good, now Christophe will stop threatening me.
ITR: Hah. Good for him.
ITR: And fine, one point for you for not causing my vicious death.
ITR: Contratulations.
ITR: Would you like a gold star to go with your cystal?
OD: You don't get to be the one to give out Points.
ITR: I certainly am and just did.
OD: I'm the Leader, and I give out points.
ITR: False.
OD: No.
OD: You are not the Leader, Gregory.
ITR: Well then how exactly did I manage to give out a point there?
ITR: In fact, let's make some sort of point-giving machine right now.
OD: No you stop.
OD: Stop right now.
OD: Americans BEAT the British you CANT be the Leader.
OD: This is like History 101.
ITR: I am going to feed the alchemiser a chessboard and a print-out of You Tried stickers.
OD: STOP.
OD: THAT IS ILLEGAL GAME PLAY AND ITS NOT ALLOWED.
ITR: Actually I am fairly certain that you just told me to begin alchemising weapons and such.
OD: WEAPONS, not Blaphemous "Point" Machines which I should be making.
OD: Not you.
ITR: Okay, that was a failure. I have no need for a chess set of stars. Do you have some sort of code for a slot machine?
OD: Not one I'm giving you.
ITR: Combining You Tried stickers and my glock.
OD: WHAT.
ITR: What.
ITR: This is an excellent idea.
ITR: If we're looking for an easiily-dispensible point machine.
OD: If you think you can shoot "You tried" Stickers at me, you've got another thing coming.
ITR: Well, that appears to be what I just made. Hah.
OD: Combining "Duck Says Quack" wind up toy from my basement and a 1Up plush from Kevin's shit he left over.
ITR: What on earth is a 1Up plush.
OD: You know those 1Up Blocks from Mario?
ITR: Oh.
ITR: That sounds like a horrible combination.
OD: HAH look, Now when I pull this string it makes an animal noise and dispenses 1Up points to whoever I deam fit.
ITR: Hm.
ITR: Okay one point to you for being surprisingly clever.
OD: Clearly I'm the Leader.
ITR: Negative one point for claiming leadership again.
OD: NEGATIVE ONE POINT FOR QUESTIONING MY AUTHORITAH
ITR: That sentance had no capital nouns.
OD: 'Dog goes Woof' **mario power down sound**
OD: I'll capitalize YOUR Nouns.
ITR: Combining three piece suit and my glock. Since you apparently have deemed all of my vests non-wearable.
OD: Nice to see you listening to my Suggestions.
OD: You gonna make that Argyle Panty Set?
ITR: Fuck off before I shoot one of these stars at you.
ITR: Actually I've changed my mind; I need a sword suit instead.
ITR: It's more appropriate, since apparently I'm a knight.
OD: YOU NUMBSKULL! That will obviously stab the FUCK out of you!
OD: And you WOULD be Knight.
ITR: This looks fine to me.
OD: Jesus.
ITR: It's mostly decorative.
OD: ...uh yeah that actually looks pretty good.
ITR: Well, better a knight than a 'something.'
ITR: Is your talent to wander about aimlessly?
OD: I haven't figured it out yet, God!
ITR: Wishing you were the leader?
OD: I AM the Leader, okay?
OD: omnipotentDictator
OD: I've always BEEN the Leader!
ITR: One star for you, once I see you - oh god. You made a new handle?
OD: Of course I did.
ITR: Fantastic.
OD: I've been Wizard King, Red Russian, The Coon of Coon and Friends, I've ALWAYS taken Head Spot, okay?
ITR: Well then I'm sure you're just about ready for a chance of scenery.
OD: Meanwhile, youve been palling off with Christophe being The Spy Who Shagged Every Fuck Who'd Let Him.
ITR: Oh my god shut your fucking mouth. Christophe and I don't have that kind of fucking relationship.
OD: Bloohoo how sad for you.
ITR: Fuck you.
OD: Should have made him your Sprite and he wouldn't have had a Choice in the Matter - oh shit
OD: You need to make yourself a Sprite.
ITR: As in the fairy or the carbonated beverege?
OD: No Dickhead, that Glowing thing that popped out.
OD: Throw something Dead in it!
ITR: So the fairy then.
OD: Yeah go!
OD: Do it!
ITR: Well sorry, I'm not exactly in the habit of keeping dead things around my house.
OD: How about your lovelife?
ITR: Negative five stars for poor jokes.
OD: Oh yeah?
OD: "Pig goes Oink" *mario dead sound* Negative 10!
ITR: What are you going to do when that runs out of batteries?
OD: ...
OD: I didn't bring any with me.
OD: I guess I'll just have to relish in the Moment.
ITR: Hm. It looks as though I happen to have quite a few spares.
ITR: Which, of course, I could duplicate.
OD: I'm not about to Beg for Batteries.
OD: I command you to make me some.
ITR: Hah.
ITR: Hah.
ITR: Really.
OD: As Leader, I expect you to respect my Orders.
ITR: Five more failstars for once again insisting that you are some sort of leader that I would listen to.
ITR: Well, until you find something that I would actually appreciate in exchange, I suppose we'll simply have to wait for the inevitable death of your 1up machine.
ITR: What a travesty.
OD: WHAT
OD: I mean seriously, do you REALLY think you're the Leader.
OD: I just SAVED your Ass.
OD: Being a Damsel in Distress isn't really what I'd call "Heroic".
ITR: I don't have to be the leader, but you certainly shouldn't be.
ITR: And that point doesn't make sense, considering you needed someone to transfer you into the game as well.
OD: I basicaly pulled you from the Path of a Meteor, basically.
OD: I'm your Knight in Shining armor, because Christophe cares too much about his Grudge than saving your ass.
OD: But her CERTAINLY DOESNT MIND waving his Riflekind in my Face.
OD: Threatning me if I don't save you in Time.
OD: Fag.
OD: OoOOoOhhh I guess I touched a Sore Spot. Whatever, have fun in your Land of Tea and Crumpets.
ITR: Well, I would be lying if I said that I wasn't grateful that you didn't allow me to be smashed to bits, but you're still incorrect.
ITR: Christophe - and everyone else in this damn game thanks to you - was incapable of functioning as my server player. It is /supposed/ to be one server to one client.
ITR: But you've gone and fucked everything up, so in the end he likely could have.
OD: You wish.
OD: Just admit that I'm the only one who cared and submit to my Leadership already.
ITR: Oh, what's that?
ITR: Four more stars for you.
ITR: And it doesn't run on batteries either.
OD: That means my Points are more valuable.
OD: Theyre a Rare Commodity.
ITR: They'll be an obsolete commodity once they run out.
OD: Everyone will want mine, not yours. Thusly, making me a more revered LEader.
OD: How about i just alchemize my Points with Grist, HAH
OD: Then they'll LITERALLY be worth something.
ITR: Can you actually do that?
OD: I can try.
OD: Wouldn't that be sweet.
ITR: Not really but I'm genuinely curious.
OD: Uh okay so Ill take my Machine and punch in the Code for Grist and...
OD: Yup. It spits out Grist now.
ITR: Are you positive that's actual grist?
ITR: And not simply fake grist?
ITR: Why on earth would currency have a code.
OD: ... whats the differenc- oh shit
OD: Gregory God Damn it.
ITR: Well, don't blame me.
OD: How am I going to get it to give out points again!?
ITR: Use your original machine, idiot.
ITR: And toss the dud away.
OD: Done.
OD: Don't you have a Planet to explore?
OD: Im determined to find this French porn though.
OD: I'm totally going to alchemize it with my Antonio Banderes Doll.
ITR: You know, for someone who proclames themself 'leader' so much, you do panic a disturbing amount.
ITR: Wow.
ITR: Yes, have fun with that.
OD: Youre Welcome.
OD: No its for you dumbass!
OD: I don't pop a chubby for Dirty French Guys!
ITR: Gift rejected. As you said, I have a planet to explore; one that does not involve an Antonio Banderes doll.
ITR: Goodbye.
OD: Well the plan was for it to look like Christophe.
OD: Since he probably wont let you get near him.
OD: Cant have you all alone at Night~
ITR: I said goodbye, Cartman.
ITR: Fuck off.
OD: Sheesh, fine.
OD: Sorry for trying to help.
