FF:VIC VicFF State wide FOOD FIGHT!!!!!!

*His army now being destroyed, his head being covered in gravy, and a huge green monster slowy approaching him... he ponders*

Right! Looks like I'm going to have to do it myself!

*Getting a huge tennis racquet, he runs past the green creature, smashing it with his racquets concequently dicing it into squares no bigger then his fist... then he sees R_P with a cocky smile spread across his face*

My dear R_P, I challange you to a duel!
*He pulls out of long breadstick.... painted green*

 

*The ground begins to rumble*

YEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!!! The dime of your destruction has arrived!

*Runs outside to see his modified T-72 tank approaching down the road*

MUAHAHAHAHAHA

*Jumps into gunners seat and aims gun through the door*

*Starts launching roast chickens at JMD and RP*

 

From the comfort of his living room JE leisurely watches the bombardment of roast chickens upon RPs domain, Laughing Out Loud with much satisfaction, pointing out RPs mishaps to fellow passerbys. At the same time, JE increases his sack-of-grain launchings, at the behest of The ******** School nicking-Overseas-students=profit Convention...

 

Ahhh, SHINY CHICKENS!
::Collapses under the weight of the greasy, yet delightfully tasty food::
Not bad...

Indeed, JMD, I accept your duel
:ulls out large, genital-shaped carrot and halved pumpkin sheild. Charges towards the unassuming JMD, screaming and curses the chicken fat in which he is not covered. Momentarily, he stops and released the stockpile of sherbet upon J-E's house, knowing it will annoy his father due to its moderninity and bright colours::
That ought to slow him down
::Insert evil laugh here::

 

lol, When I started this I never expected it too go so well... As I've said before Good work comes from Boredem!

:: Grabs a coke can and Fizzes it up too the extent that it is pulsating with explosivness. then grabs a packet of Fizz wizz and while ripping the top off it shoves it onto the top of the can. then with a mighty efort throughs it into the blundering batttle and watches from afar as the Candy coated Monsters Emerged from its Depth ::

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- (Cough Splutter) good- (Cough spluter) aim there... (Choke) ... Damn nut!

 

Last night's margarine bubbles and splat!

 

of cause...

OOPS I MEAN!

Indeed...

 

You don't understand the torture in my underwear right now!

 

:Whacks Mixo with his carrot::
Stop talking about it damn you...

 

Right R_P, I see you have accepted my duel! But you shall regret it! Muhahaha

*P_R and Damir charge at each other, screaming war cries at top of their lungs, running past Mixo and wacking him with his bread stick and stopping momeneteraly to laugh histarically at TJ chocking on the nut. The stange looking carrot and breadstick clash together, crumbs flying everywhere. The two moved with great speed, blocking each other's moves, attacking faroucesly. Finally, due to R_P loosing balance for one quick second, Damir's sweeps him off his feet and onto the ground, R_P now defenceless. Standing over his head, breadstick held high getting ready to take R_P down, once and for all.*

Muhahaha! Now R_P... you will.... di- *at that moment Damir gets hit in the back by a group of juicy chicken, still being shot out from the tank in the corner, sending him flying off R_P and into a pile of jelly that once use to be a great monster*

R_P, this is not over yet!

 

:: Waits upon Arrival of Reenforcements, Remembers that its everyman for himself, Starts too carve an Army of Cheese men from Cheddar ::

 

At the front of the hueg formation, General SEA arrives with a platoon of food fighters and spag & tomato troopers

All lauchers, all troopers fire at will!

tomatoes and spaghetti fly into the midst of the meleé. SEA throws a custard tart at darkjecitj

 

:: Ducks and Watches as Damir wipes the Custart Tart from his face ::

 

*Jem hurls tomatoes at DarkJediTJ* muwhahahaha

 

:: Ducks Again ::

Sorry bout that Damir! I'll try not Get out of the way next time then.

:: Continues too carve the Cheese man Army ::

 

::Whilst P_R and Damir were fighting... j/k ::

::Rogue, seeing his chance to escape runs off to the hills, hiding from Damir and licking his wounds. The carrot a ruin, he sobs quietly in a cave, feasting on the left over sherbet. Finding a flint, he lights a small fire and pulls a wildebeast from virtual nowhere. Several other wildebeast carcases, piled in a corner give him a brilliant idea. He roasts 42 of them and builds a small fort, giving ample time to recover from JMD's attack and plot an evil food-related revenge::

 

Its time for me to take on some people I've yet to talk to!

Take this Senator Elogas A Kla!!

<Shoots his trademark hidden ACME dynamite rolled up in a tortilla>

Take this Jedi Master Damir!!

<Catapults last weeks mouldy dinner scraps>

And take this jedi jem!!

<Finds the last remaining piece of Lute's 100 posts cake and fires it from a slingshot>

The rest of you guys can have some of Don's Pizza's fired from my scattergun!

 

Muhahahahahahahaaa..........

Meanwhile, hidden among the chaos, PoT stealthy plants a thermo-nuclear treacle bomb, surrounded by Roast Chickens.....

Sneaking out of the arena quickly, PoT detonates the weapon, preparing his U-Boat and crew armed with Peanut Butter gak guns.

Soon, the survivors will also know my wrath...

 

Mixo unleashes on all last week's chicken that has been sitting since on his dashboard

 

Thank god I survived the thermo-nuclear blast. But it seems the battlefield is completely littered with food scraps now.

<Lute slips over roast chicken scraps and proceeds to shovel them all up. Pizza, chickens, peanuts, cashews, cakes, pies, custard tarts, spaghetti, cheese, and tomatoes all get strenously shovelled into a pile. Lute then calls a VicFF meeting and hopes everyone will show, because he secretly plants a bomb in the middle, lights ot then runs. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 .....>

 

Blast diverted by a beer burp from Mixo

 

That's great, we need more disjointed sentance syntax, it makes the kids work for their conversations!!!

PoT crested the entrance in his sail barge of doom, firing from all sides huge stinger missiles filled to the brim with peanut butter.

His crack troops spilling from the sides, he issued an order to have the platoons sweep in from beneath his cover, to rain holy chestnuts at the cowering combatants.

Spying Mixo amongst the madness, PoT aimed his newager sensing Brussel Sprout cannon, firing 3 huge orbs of tasteless goodness at the leader...

 

Mixo pulls out the stomach of a sheep's carcass and flings it at the Huggards

 

Damn! No one made it to the food blast meeting! School hippies.

Ah, PoT shall be my next victim.

<Lute uselessly flings mashed potato from a wooden spoon, as he can't afford stinger missiles like PoT>

 

MWAHAHAHAHAHA MY ARMY IS COMPLETE! MOW ALL I HAVE TOO DO IS TURN THEM ALL ON!

:: Swiches flick on one at watches as it hums on. :: one down Nine thousand Nine Hundred and ninty nine too go! MWAHAHAHAHA!

:: Ponders upon though Of the fact he should have made all the cheese men with one big swich too press instead of 1000 little ones ::