Anyone can fly. The only question is how large a catapult is needed to really zing 'em up into the atmosphere.
Okay, so that's not really flight--more like a slow-motion midair tumble, followed by a big splat somewhere far enough away that no one here will have to clean it up. But if they flail ... er, flap their arms a few times while tumbling, it'll look like flight in the videos we post to the Bar's pay-per-view site, and that's close enough.
But it's cheaper to go to the store. You get more stuff for cheaper. $3 single portion of chicken vs $3 bag of chicken.
Ah, you are very correct and I apologize, Zombie Ducks. I was tired.
I woke up to Bethany trying to operate on me. Had to kick her off me.
Bethany apologized... and I did too.
Now is that a request or an empty threat?
That was a joke. Okay then, no hug.
Although I work for Peanuts, I must pay tax on the market value of items received. Isnít government bureaucracy wonderful?
Must sell my income to pay tax on the imputed income!
Careful! Jahovas witness shouldn't be underestimated. It might be a trick.
next thing you know, you'll be trapped, pamphlet in hand, listening to the maddening droning on and on about the love of an infinite god. Or-- well-- that's what you thought it was about. You got distracted by the strange keening qualities to their voices. Later that night, when you try to fall asleep, the keening tunes don't leave. they twist and ride in pitch. They--- oh. Getting off on a tangent
Steps through the glowing doorway from the Zombie Research Institute to check on some things...
Like The Fooᴅ BıoScıєɴтısтs of Auztraalia's genetically enhanced spider colonies, cockroach farms, and collection of snake pits in the dungeons...
...that 'stuff' that doesn't exist, but is 'too dangerous' to keep in that top secret storage facility actually owned by The Dᴀяк sʜᴀᴅowʏ ԍᴜv'мıⁿт ᴀԍєⁿтs of Animal Farmerica...
...the cache of old Tesla coil tower parts, broken gas centrifuges, radioactive waste, and leaky bioweapons canisters deposited by The Иєo-Вoʟsʜєvıк Scıєɴтısтs of Eurasian Alliance...
...a small droid army created by The Sᴜpєʀpowєʀfᴜʟ Mᴀɴᴜfᴀcтᴜʀєʀs of Eastazia, and stashed in a warehouse sized room they discovered in an abandoned floor of the basement levels...
...and those dark fungi farms, and glowing grow rooms installed by The Pʜᴀʀ𐌌ᴀcoʟoԍ°sтs of The Nether Regions.
I need to go now!
*retreats to lab feeling that something is wrong, doesnt know what, something about what a pineapple is...
(Either two people brought the alts or were just vibing tonight. They're same format tells me they're the same guy 3 times...)
Hey, can I get an apple?
*sits at a table, drinking just water*