Phx PFF, transform and roll out!

Just putting in my vote. Show of support for the PHXFF crew. As far as the story goes... > TELL ME!!!!

 

Toying with one's prey makes the meat more tender as the blood flows throughout the body as the prey begins to panic.

And you know how I like my meat rare...



wardenx: Nice to meet you...you and I are gonna get along great...I can tell already.

 

You know Wenchy, I was just thinking the same thing. > You have an evil streak that makes my alter ego giggle with glee.
Nice to meet you, as well.

 

Always a pleasure to meet a fellow evil-doer!

So, how 'bout that story eh folks?

 

Hmm...to encourage the Wench or to not encourage the Wench?

Hmm...

 

Sounds like encouragement to me!

 

WENCHY WENCHY WENCHY WENCHY!!!

OPPM!

 

Bring it on, Wenchy. My expectation is all a twitter.

 

GIGGLE! I love the sound of Rebellion in the afternoon!

I feel my inhibitions slackening...the naughtiness screams for release!

 

Who am I kidding? What inhibitions?

GAAAHHHH! DIE OPPM DIE!! BAD KITTY!

 

Wenchy, I'd hate to think that you were.... scared.

 

Why do I see this thread being locked in the near future?

 

It wouldn't be the first thread I've had locked.

 

Scared! HAH!!! Does a Wookie tap dance? Does Luke forget how to whine about power-converters?

NEVER!!!

 

LMAO Dare I say, "Put up or shut up"? Respectfully, of course.

 

Hey. where are we at in the drive against NSW!!

 

We flew past them around 12:18 pm (according the post by ZOO).

 

Sweet!! Don't know what it means in the scheme of things LOL but I'm all for the competition. WIN!!! Win at all costs!!!

 

WIN!!! Win at all costs!!!

My kind of guy!

 

Yah, but your still second to us
Oh, that was mean!

 

Don't play leapfrog with Unicron, either.

 

Kirana: My kind of guy!
HEHEHE First rule of war.

 

Did you hear that?

That sounded like a gauntlet being thrown...

Seriously, though, I don't think we're going to be challenging Denver anytime soon. Yousa peoples nutza.

 

Once upon a time there was a bust.
It lived a happy life of comfort and luxury.
As the years passed it grew larger.
Each time it outgrew its comfy home, it found a bigger, prettier one.
It seemed that life would continue on in this happy manner.
But, alas, it was not to be.
At the height of its glory, when all was warm and cozy, when it seemed destined to a life of lacy, satiny bliss, disaster struck!

*Theatrical scream*

An invader from southern lands appeared and sucked the life from our happy bust.
Shriveled and distraught, no longer able to accomodate its spacious home, the sad bust retreated in sorrow.
Through it's despair it could not see that it was still loved and adored by those that really cared about it and in desperation to relive lost glories, it decided to sell its soul to the infamous Surgeon and go under the knife.

*Stunned silence*

The happy day of resurrection arrived and our beloved bust disappeared into the recesses of the dreaded "OR".
Hours later, bruised and battered and wrapped in a bandage so tight it thought it would never see daylight again, our sad little bust emerged from the "OR" screaming in terrible pain.

*Sympathetic tear*

What have I done? I have committed a terrible sin! Our poor distraught bust could not see through the pain the evil Surgeon had inflicted. All seemed lost, all was misery, untill our broken bust met the glorious Percoset!

*GASP*

Like a miracle, the pain diminished and our bust began to dig itself out of the depths of its sorry. Percoset, The Kind, showed our bust the meaning of happiness. As the days passed the time approached for the bandages to be removed. Our once sorrowful bust realized that it didn't matter what she looked like, she could always be happy as long as she had a friend.

*Happy smile*

Fearless, our bust made its way to the dungeons of the Surgeon. Scared of what lay ahead, the bust decided to accept the consequences whatever they may be.

*Awed Silence*

The Surgeon approached, our bust quivered in fear! The bandages fell to the floor and LO and BEHOLD! The once sad and shriveled bust was transformed! The happiness and glory of days gone by, days before the Invasion, came rushing back to our now happy bust. Gratefully she shook the Surgeon's hand and made her way home. Happy at last she began to run...BUT WAIT! What is this?!!

*GASP, GASP*

The price had been paid after all...Vanity had taken away some of her past graces in return for beauty. The bounce in her step was gone. Sitting down, without a single bobble, she learned a sad lesson.

Time may take away some of our glory, and we may evolve in ways we do not expect, but artificial beauty can never replace what we already are.

THE END.