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i'm down to party bizarro. like it's 1995. it's the weekend i'm not evil!

But you're still wearing your evil avatar, Disaster Boy. How can we tell that you're sweetness and light rather than a festering pool of malevolence?

These very words make me sick, did I make a mistake? Maybe I should strip someone of their evil gifts, hmm?

Ooohh...
Gifts? Bizarro Cobalt hate gifts! Evil gifts are the worst of all!! I not hope it taste good.
Me not like you!

well... i'm not trying to kill you.

i didn't say anything about being sweet...that would be the breaking point for my weekends off evil personality. wait, i'm still a festering pool of malevolence...just in a naughty shadow lass kinda way.

girrrrrrl, the only only evil gift i got my momma gave me!

even super villains get the weekends off you slavedriver, what did i sign up for corporate america?!?

What is that thing, it looks like Cobalt, except ten times better looking, but it smell just as bad?

Thank you so much!

Me think you smell rotten too! Is the nice lady flirting with Bizarro Cobiecakes number nine?
Let's get drunk slowly!

Someone shoot this thing!

(touches disaster boy and removes her evil powers from him)

None of my army will follow you now, you are BANNED from the War Planet and now that you are good, if you come within a hundred meters of it, it will kill you.

Thank you so much for making this easy.

War Planet? Must be a fun place!!

An army of Cobalt clones like us would have the worst time ever there!
Who wants to play Cobalt games? This am easy rules for Bizarro clones.

1. Every time someone uses their powers
everybody drink!!
2. Every time someone says: I'm a goodguy/badguy
everybody drink!
3.Everytime some says: Everybody drink!
everybody drink!

You sure you can keep track of three rules? We can help right gang?
Everybody drink!

You know, if War Planet turns out to be like the war then this could turn into one long drunken binge
Oh well, anything for Galactic Peace I always say.

The bar door swing wide open in a most undignified way. In run Polar boy wearing army camoflarge gear and he appears to have smeared his face in boot polish. He is doubled over panting for breath and clutching his cheast he is sweating so much the bootpolish has run into his ees causing him to squint and screw up his face in a most undignifed way the large sweat marks under the arms around the ample c cup man boobs and around the exposed builders crack indicate he has run some distance to get here. The bar door swings back revealing a taxi pulling away from the curb revealing Polar bOy had in fact ran about all of 10 foot. "I'm too old and too fat for this shit"
The manager emerges from his cubicle of doom "how the hell did this clown get in here?" "If those bouncers are chasing skirt in the car pack again I will give them nipple cripples they will never forget" The manager then leaves with Polar boy still trying to catch his breath and get the boot polish out of his eyes.
It is then that with some difficult Polar boy tries to get the backpak of his ample shoulders his main method of doing this seems to be swining side to side in a comical manner forcing the straps streched to their limites over his ample shoulders. Finally sucesshe has managed to remove the backpack unfortunetly this additional effort has caused him to double over again as he lost any breath he has previously managed to regain.
Finally Polarboy produces a crome canister from the backpack which he holds with one hand raised triumpfetly in the air. All the swaet has made his palm quiet the sweat rag so the canister shoots forth like poop from a goose and whilst aalmost tripping over his boots Polar boy manages to catch the canister in his chubby sasuage like arms. with releif he wipes the sweat from his brow causeing him to winch as more boot polish is forced in his eyes and leaving a thick black trail down his slevee.
Polar boy is now fishing through the backpack once more "Bugger me don't tell me I forgot the bloody gas mask!" As polar Boys back pack rifiling becomes more vigourus the sweet patches grow and with out him noticing the canister falls like a sack of crap to the ground spliting open.
A purplr gas rises from the canister and it becomes obivouse that its a sample of

THE FART FROM THE I FARTED THREAD !!!!!!!!

it is now obvious what polar boy has done and also that he doesn't have a clue how to do bold large text.
"Ha ha shakers!!! breath that down!!! for not only have I released the mystery fart!!!! I have made you wade through an awful lot of the worst spelling, grammar and sentence structure you will ever read!!!!!!!! Ha Ha"

Polar boy makes to run off thinks better of it a leaves the Shakes patrons watching his big round ass slowly waddle through the door.

A soothing green mist envelopes SHAKES and neutralizes the odor before any of the esteemed patrons even know it is there. A portion of the green mist breaks off and forms itself into the shape of a giant green boot, which proceeds to kick Polar Boy squarely in the ass. Polar Boy goes flying through the air, landing face down, and skids to a halt in front of Shameless Hussies Bar.

That's a more appropriate place for your sort, Polar Boy.

If the game goes well enough, nobody should be able to keep track of anything after about fifteen minutes.

Ha ha ha
That am angry words!! You lie so much.

Ha ha now I drink alone!..umm wait..no..umm.. oh yeah..everybody drink!

Er...how did this one survive?

To be honest, for a bizarro, you are a devilshly handsome one. Care for some gin?

You must have a tough time keeping the Bizarro women away from you. The crones on the Unholy isle too, for that matter. Tell me, when you have bizzaro babies, are they bizarro demons, bizarro robots and bizarro would be conquerers (or would that just be angels, androids and peace-keepers?).

they took all my side arms at the door. oh wait i'm not on your side anymore...

(touches disaster boy and removes her evil powers from him)

None of my army will follow you now, you are BANNED from the War Planet and now that you are good, if you come within a hundred meters of it, it will kill you.

Thank you so much for making this easy. </strong></font><hr /></blockquote><font size="2" face="Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">well, i start work this morning, ready to be evil once again, check my work email and it seems i have been fired! fired for taking the weekend off evil? seeing as it is monday and my manic depressive schizo personality (inherited from my great great etc. paternal uncle major disaster) has returned me to a mood swing of evil...i think i'll spend my now ample free time plotting revenge. oh and drowning my sorrows at shakes.

btw, maybe it was the evil "gift" making me evil during the week?

Whatever!

You can join the other pissants in their "war" against me for all I care.

i gotta pee to much beer.

Sigh. Can I just get a drink without rushing either the Cryps or the Bloods here?

Yeah I know. After a weekend like this one I could use a little tequila to sober up.
Two-fisted diplomacy is thirsty work.

Shreak!

*sniff*

*Gulp*