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ill throw some more manboobies at 'em fer the time bein though!

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foolish anti moderator.

i just had a bunch of KFC fast food delivered to my little pic nic on the sidelines. watch as your man boobies run and fight over the food.

bwahahahahahahahahahaha

<<oh my, i think they are ripping each others limbs off to get at the mashed potatoes.>>

They're dumber than we thought, obviously. And that's pretty dumb.

Now, had the chicken been from Popeyes....

<Rockhopper confronts one of the Anti-Moderator's henchmen>.

All right, buddy, FREEZE!!!

<He instantly turns into an ice statue, then something cracks>

Ewww! His manboobies broke off!

Ohmygod, I got here just in time!

No One, Nobody, Release the secret weapon...

<The mini-me versions of EDE and Cobie become visable flying just above the hordes of disgusting manboobies. Between them they hold aloft a strange figure.>

...Release Richard Simmons!

This is getting more frightening by the minute!

And if that's not horrible enough I have that high energy Tony Wossname waiting in the wings...

We'll see how many manboobies are left out there after another round of "Sweating to the Oldies"

<grabs a beer and some KFC>

Mmm, this is the good life. Here's to hopin' I can stay on the sidelines and won't get called into battle.

Go team LMBP!!

My god! The battlefield awash in the sweat of physical exigiencies. Cheerleaders on the sidelines. The battle becoming a titanic struggle of manhood...

Gosh, I'm an evil alternate Earth villain and even I'm scared by the manboobies/Richard Simmons battle. Hmmm, hang on a second...

*The Gay-lipsos go into a brief huddel and then look up with purpose. With a wave of their fabulously manicured hands there is a flash of sparkly light and every single manboobie is turned into a rather hot Scottish man in a kilt with no desire to fight, just to party and have a good time*

Ah, now that's a bit better.

Faraway Lad arrives late as usual, and hurries over to Cobalt Kid.

“Cobalt this is worse that we thought, utilising diplomatic channels I have found….”

His voice tailed off as he noticed the happy dancing eating Scotsmen.

“Egads! What are the massed marching bands of the Seaforth and Cameronian highlanders doing here?”

Gathering himself up from the shock of seeing the dancing Faraway continues.

“These manboobies are but the first wave. A message from Ambassador Jeryal has confirmed that there is a huge invasion fleet heading our way. Worse still it consists entirely of ( the picture that must never ever be posted)

We are going to need to call in everyone to beat this back Cobalt. I have activated my legion of the Triumvirate army and the Varangian Guards are holding the space lanes at the Rubicon Asteroid but I don’t really think they can hold out for long against that picture”.

Almost overrun by manboobies dancing to the KFC, Faraway uses his powers to send them Faraway but still the dancing Scottish bandsmen come on.

Looks over to Stu and the rest.

“Come on guys I need a hand here”

Far, the Triumvirate have deployed our armies to hold back the Zombie Shark Army of Earth-Q_R's distant alternate future! We're being spread thin throughout all the universe! Seahorse just checked in on planet Brighton and he's battling The Witty Worm Men of Wales!

Everyone needs to give it their all! Rally around Vee!

I need a small group to follow EDE and myself--and Far, you're drafted. Your faraway powers are needed now. Any other stealthy or espionage types follow me. The heavy-hitters stay here and the tacticians gather around Gay-lipso and the Spectre.

<runs into LMB Plaza>

“Come on guys I need a hand here”

*Applauds*

Oh, sorry, that's not what you meant, is it?

<grabs bucket of KFC. Reaches into SHAKES and grabs minikeg.>

Atten-shun! Rigggggghhhhht-face! March!

<As the now regimented army of Scottish bandsmen march towards the greasy chicken and beer, they each find themselves, in turn, gated to a truck stop in Terre Haute, Indiana. Just because.>

Word just in--

Planet Cleveland, named after the city on Earth that colonized it a millenia ago, have begun to mobolize their army to attack Legion World, in hopes to gain favor with the Anti-Moderator.

Their hopes are to bring many LMBers under their rule and force them to be citizens of Cleveland.

I fear for Outdoor Miner, the most hated enemy of Cleveland.

Hmmm, as a sneaky, heavy-hitting tactician, where should I go?

Heck with it, I'm going with Cobes and Co. Gets me off the front lines, at least.

Damn - Damn- DAMN! Methinks my computer is affected by some spatial anomaly fluctuation - and being stuck in another time zone is the pits!

Can anybody fill me in - coz by the time im done catching up, you'll have finished the story

I don't get it either.

(takes a look around the battlefield. see dancing Scostmen and man-boob parts)

Cobie, I'm coming with!

Anything's better than manboobs and men in kilts. Some of these guys don't even have UNDERWEAR on, fer chrissakes. My poor 17-year old mind can't take it anymore.

And neither can my 17-year old stomach. *groan*

I'll contact my father and see if my home planet, Planet Houston (whose name is shared by an Earth city totally by coincidence), can help us out again.

We'll see if Houston can beat Cleveland.

Ohmygod, If that cute Invisible Brainiac is going with Cobie then I'm going to the sidelines. Maybe I can talk Caliente into switching to evil cheerleader mode and giving me a few tips on how to y'know...

Oh and before I forget, No One, Nobody open another dimensional rift and send any of those dancing Scotsmen that OM didn't already get rid of to Planet Cleveland...

OK, we’ve got Vee, EDE, myself, Faraway, Outdoor Miner and Invisible Brainiac ready for a quick away mission. Darden, you should be able to use your power, and I’m hoping Outdoor Miner can use his in a way that coordinates with yourself so we can pinpoint where we’re going.

We’re going to the Hypertime Bar. It exists outside of continuity and timelines, and has been an intricate part of the LMB’s history in the past. It’s very nature defies the laws of multiple Earths and entropy itself. The Anti-Moderator wants it, although EDE and Vee may know more about why, and I’m interested in hearing about it.

In the meantime, I can encase us with a magnetic shield and Vee can use the Emerald Eye to reinforce that. IB can use his light as a guiding system for you both in a way, so that we can keep track of where we are teleporting to. Don’t try to understand it—it’s science on advanced levels that only Julie Schwartz and Alan Moore can understand.

If I’m right about LMB continuity, and I always am, the Hypertime Bar is currently interwoven into the circuitry that exists in Captain Lightbulb’s speedo. We need to get directly to Captain Lightbulb, and I radioed ahead and got his locations moments before, so we can pinpoint to where we need to go.

Any last minute additions to this crew?

Fire away boys…

Good luck LMB!

I've out cold, what's going on, am I going on this little trip...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

What's with the male clevage?!?

(release white energy from her hand and turns some of the booby men into that guy from Brawny Paper Towels)

Don't worry, I removed their axes!

Hey, where are you guys going, can I come, too!

Okay, I've been practicing something. Let's try it.

<Gesticulates toward a phalanx of boobie men who become ice statues dancing Swan Lake, arm in arm>

It's an improvement anyway.

That is SO Cameron Mackintosh!

(Oh, sorry...)

.... .. .. ....... ...........!

Hrun Attacks!!!

Slicing and slashing with a braodsword he cuts his way through the dancing kilted manboobies.

Picking up one of the huge ugly manboobies he throws him, landing in Cal's lap and spilling her Beer over Tamper Lad.

What the Tartarus is going on here? Who are these obese replicants?