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Tarquin stared at the delegates, many appeared to be frozen solid making no movements whatsoever, but then... maybe it was his imagination, he had been working hard recently. He shook it off and again extended his invitation into the room

Tarquin was bored of waiting, was he asleep and dreaming?, he wasn't sure... he took out the communications device from inside his jacket and pressed a small red button on it.

The security system was activated, several laser-death-particle-ray-guns suddenly appeared from the ceilings in all rooms and began firing upon the non-brobbinsians.

As Lord Baliamos dodged a laser beam, the loudspeaker of the building suddenly started to broadcast a gunfight. His bodyguard reached the central control room.

(OOC: Is it simple lasers or disintegrating rays? It would decide the outcome of my move.)

Maria is cut into lots of little, tiny pieces.*

*(May be a lie)

(It might be just my sadistic-me, but that made me laugh for about 5 minutes straight. Grats.)

Comrade Governor Johnson snaps back to reality, realizing he's been staring at the fountains for hours now. he hears a loud noise along the lines of *pfieuw-pfieuw* inside the brobbinsian mansion, and watches a laser narrowingly miss his head, slicing his fancy new hat in two. his bodyguard, who had been standing behind him all this time, was less lucky, and had his head taken clean off. Johnson decides it is time to leave hastily, and takes off fast. he encounters a unicorn, and, believing it is tame, jumps on it's back. it is at this time that he realizes that this creature is, in fact, a donkey painted white with a magenta dildo strapped to it's head. he raises an eyebrow but keeps going nonetheless.

(Well I can't wait for Bobbins eternally )

Lord Baliamos found a mirror. He tried to reflect one of the laser beams at the source but he only succeeded in creating a big brownish goo where a chair standed a few seconds ago.

The bodyguard, who went by the name MacGyvios, ducked behind a corner. It was a short corridor without any defensive appliances. He leaned out a little just to find his hair burned down by a laser beam. He pulled out his cake knife and using some duct tape and a Best Hits of Lady Baliamos disc, he turned it into a laser collector in about 14 seconds.

(Hey I don't feel comfortable with killing my own governor)

Outside, ambassador Chien slowly approached the mansion gates. The old, dishevelled man was even more pitiful than usual due to the four hour journey by cart in the pouring rain. Upon reaching the gates he chewed thoughtfully on a piece of straw, rain dripping from his now shapeless hat, as he watched the lights flash in the windows of the building.

"I wonder if anyone invited me or if General Pants just sent me to gatecrash" mused Chien.

He reached behind him and plucked a bucket of fried chicken from a crate. It bore the legend
The bucket was full of water, and the waterlogged chicken looked very unappetising. Chien threw the bucket back into the crate.

Looking back at the flashing lights Chien decided he was too old for disco. He turned his cart around and began his slow journey back to the airport.

A huge cake seems to descend from the skies outside the building. The cake turns around so the little cut-out part faces the building and launches an attack against the top floor, using radioactive cakes.

A laser ricochetted off the cake, travelled thousands of miles and hit a group of nuclear reactors in Xolotyl. Xolotyl blew into little pieces. Lord Baliamos and his bodyguard got killed by radiation of the radioactive cakes.

-- game over --

-- NO! --

The cake-ship selfdestructed before any of these stuff could happen.