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I'm a mod and Brooks isn't

2012-05-30T02:00:29Z

The Noid: moved I'm a mod and Brooks isnt to I'm a mod and Brooks isn't: oxford comma

I'm a mod and Brooks isnt

2012-05-30T02:00:29Z

The Noid: moved I'm a mod and Brooks isnt to I'm a mod and Brooks isn't: oxford comma

#REDIRECT [[I'm a mod and Brooks isn't]]

I'm a mod and Brooks isn't

2012-05-30T02:00:11Z

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User talk:NachoMan

2012-05-27T22:06:46Z

The Noid:

<center>'''NachoMan loves getting messages, so feel free to leave one here! If you'd like to send Jaro an email he has his [[Jaro Emails Temporary Wiki User Wiki Page Woot|own page]] for that.'''</center>

[[/archive1|Archive 1]]
[[/archive2|Archive 2]]

== GUESS WHAT ==

NOBODY CALLS YOU COOLIO DA FABIO

{{well}}

--[[User:ALXXMaXX|ALXXMaXX]] 20:06, 26 October 2009 (UTC)
:okay -- {{User:NachoMan/sig}} 21:52, 26 October 2009 (UTC)

== http://i36.tinypic.com/iypox2.jpg ==

http://i36.tinypic.com/iypox2.jpg {{User:TheCheese/sig}} 00:08, 3 November 2009 (UTC)
:http://i36.tinypic.com/iypox2.jpg -- {{User:NachoMan/sig}} 00:11, 3 November 2009 (UTC)
::http://i36.tinypic.com/iypox2.jpg {{User:TheCheese/sig}} 00:13, 3 November 2009 (UTC)
:::http://i36.tinypic.com/iypox2.jpg -{{User:20eric06/sig}} 01:49, 4 November 2009 (UTC)
http://i36.tinypic.com/iypox2.jpg {{User:TheCheese/sig}} 02:57, 11 November 2009 (UTC)
:http://i36.tinypic.com/iypox2.jpg -- {{User:NachoMan/sig}} 03:03, 11 November 2009 (UTC)
::http://i36.tinypic.com/iypox2.jpg {{User:TheCheese/sig}} 03:51, 11 November 2009 (UTC)
:::o hay guys guess what http://i36.tinypic.com/iypox2.jpg --[[User:ALXXMaXX|ALXXMaXX]] 12:00, 11 November 2009 (UTC)
::::http://i36.tinypic.com/iypox2.jpg {{User:TheCheese/sig}} 03:23, 30 November 2009 (UTC)

== http://i36.tinypic.com/iypox2.jpg you http://i36.tinypic.com/iypox2.jpg need http://i36.tinypic.com/iypox2.jpg to http://i36.tinypic.com/iypox2.jpg archive http://i36.tinypic.com/iypox2.jpg ==

http://i36.tinypic.com/iypox2.jpg {{User:TheCheese/sig}} 23:02, 12 December 2009 (UTC)
okay -- {{User:NachoMan/sig}} 23:04, 12 December 2009 (UTC)

== I added our Adventures ==
to your userpage you can remove it if you want though wub {{User:TheCheese/sig}} 22:10, 14 December 2009 (UTC)

== Guess what I found on my hard drive ==

jaro adventure faq REDUX!!! {{User:Skullbuggy/sig}} 17:36, 22 December 2009 (UTC)

== but but ==
my sister's computer won't run it ;_; -- [[User:Badstar|Badstar]]
:WELL WHO IS FAULT IS THAT HMM -- {{User:NachoMan/sig}} 23:20, 12 July 2010 (UTC)
::baaaaaaaw -- [[User:Badstar|Badstar]]

My dad has to aprove all websites and I'm not sure he will aprove an IRC thingy. Also my IM program wont do IRC stuff {{User:The McArby/sig}} 23:50, 12 July 2010 (UTC)
:dress in all black and listen to bring me the horizon and then he will understand -- {{User:NachoMan/sig}} 02:53, 13 July 2010 (UTC)

== hey nachoman ==

http://i29.tinypic.com/ruo3sm.jpg

boo {{User:Sephiroth/sig}} 08:07, 13 July 2010 (UTC)

http://i.ytimg.com/vi/RzOWX6PyOKQ/0.jpg

spongebob get out of my house {{User:Chaosvii7/Sig}} 09:15, 13 July 2010 (UTC)

http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l41v0qOx2j1qbaxlqo1_400.gif

-- {{User:NachoMan/sig}} 13:58, 13 July 2010 (UTC)

good x333333333333333 {{User:TheCheese/sig}} 18:11, 13 July 2010 (UTC)

== please ==

i need this {{User:Strong Intelligent/sig}}
:oh come off it. i've seen ryan's pokemon crossovers, not to mention enough hentai to feed a family of sick asians for at least four months. i've seen a pokemon comic where a horse brutally rapes misty and may. you'll survive this.

:and no, don't ask me ''why'' I've seen all this shit -- {{User:NachoMan/sig}} 18:20, 19 September 2010 (UTC)
...I'm sorry. {{User:Strong Intelligent/sig}}

== hey ==

{{mu}} {{User:Skullbuggy/sig}} 22:16, 23 September 2010 (UTC)
:{{mu}} {{User:Remolay/sig}} 00:58, 24 September 2010 (UTC)

== your talk page makes me laugh ==

http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbypcra6WM1qax8cuo1_500.gif {{User:TheCheese/sig}} 01:38, 26 November 2010 (UTC)

== let's play "find the person I want to say happy new year" too ==

[[File:T3h Real Mu.jpg|thumb|nope try again]]
[[File:Real Nachoman.jpg|thumb|oh you found me]]

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:wub -- {{User:NachoMan/sig}} 00:44, 1 January 2011 (UTC)

== diarrhea ==

http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgetmfT5M91qzv9mho1_500.jpg {{User:TheCheese/sig}} 23:38, 14 February 2011 (UTC)
:aaaw happy valiumtimes day -- {{User:NachoMan/sig}} 23:40, 14 February 2011 (UTC)

== just in case you ever come back ==

wub 
http://i36.tinypic.com/iypox2.jpg, 
{{User:TheCheese/sig}} 23:00, 29 February 2012 (UTC)
:hi -- {{User:NachoMan/sig}} 21:33, 27 May 2012 (UTC)
::how the fuck are you, dude? Remember me? [[User:TheValentineBros|TVB]]21:49, 27 May 2012 (UTC)
:::i remember your name -- {{User:NachoMan/sig}} 21:51, 27 May 2012 (UTC)
::::Cool. Do you also remember my Robmails.exe [[User:TheValentineBros|TVB]]21:52, 27 May 2012 (UTC)
:::::nope -- {{User:NachoMan/sig}} 21:53, 27 May 2012 (UTC)
::::::Good, cause mine was crap and it still is. it's now about [[Barry Bird Emails]]. [[User:TheValentineBros|TVB]]21:54, 27 2012 (UTC)
:::::::ok -- {{User:NachoMan/sig}} 21:59, 27 May 2012 (UTC)

Can I be in this {{User:The Noid/sig}} 22:06, 27 May 2012 (UTC)

Talk:NUCLEAR NOID AND THE ARMAGEDDON TEAM

2011-02-06T20:39:32Z

The Noid: /* Possible Future Titles */

this is epic

i am typing this via the edge of my seat -- {{User:NachoMan/sig}} 21:14, 4 January 2009 (UTC)

skullb=carmine {{User:Strong Intelligent/sig}}
:actually no he is sort of a combination of Ben Carmine and Baird but Baird is also Mu {{User:The Noid/sig}} 21:17, 4 January 2009 (UTC)
:also the dead squad part comes from Cole {{User:The Noid/sig}} 21:19, 4 January 2009 (UTC)
:BAIRLD>CARMINE>COLE>DIZZY {{User:Strong Intelligent/sig}}

Personally Baird is my least favorite. He just lacks the pizazz the others do, like Cole, who is oozing with pizazz. Bard's a good soldier though and will certainly resurrect you. Cole doesn't. Carmine is one toughie. And Dizzy was pretty funny but he's barely in it. {{User:The Noid/sig}} 22:03, 4 January 2009 (UTC)
:"I AIN'T LETTIN' BETTY OUT 'TILL YOU STOP THOSE MORTAAAAAAAARS!" I personally think that;s the worst video game quote ever. {{User:Strong Intelligent/sig}}

awesome dude i dig it that dynomite guy i'd buy him a beer --{{User:Dinoshaur/sig}} 22:41, 5 January 2009 (UTC)
:i find it exciting that this is considered the popular group [[User:TheCheese|TheCheese]] 12:44, 6 January 2009 (UTC)
::Yeah actually it makes me giddy [[Special:Contributions/206.159.155.148|206.159.155.148]] 19:58, 6 January 2009 (UTC)
::I'm filling in for your delivery boy today. And I'm delivering today's special, which just happens to be a lead salad with brutal death soup

== Line ==

You told me you wanted this here, so here it is:

'''HERO:''' KNOCK KNOCK!

'''VILLAIN/HENCHMAN:''' Who's there?

'''HERO:''' BULLETS!

''{Hero riddles Villain/Henchman with bullets}''

{{User:Chwoka/sig}}

===Very Soon Future Titles===
THE FRITALIAN JOB ''featuring Don Pierre'' 
DEATH, JUST LIKE MOMMA USED TO MAKE ''featuring Dock Smallhed'' 
VOLCANOES AREN'T EVER NECESSARY ''featuring Professor Legallyinsane'' 
OTHER PEOPLE DIE WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS 
AND NOW THERE ARE ROBOTS ''featuring Eric Guacamole and CP-9'' 
LONDON CALLING (BECAUSE THEY'RE GONNA MESS YOU UP GOOD) ''featuring Seth T. N. Crumpets'' 
ARCANE KNOWLEDGE IS POWER ''featuring The Shadow'' 
CROUCHING ASSASSIN, HIDDEN EXPLOSIVES ''featuring Tata-samu'' 
AIR FORCE BLACK ''featuring F. Allen "Jack" Jaxxit, The Jester, and special guest Barack Obama'' 

===Possible Future Titles===
I THOUGHT THE APOCALYPSE ONLY CAME ONCE A YEAR 
RISE OF THE DARK REIGN OF EVIL (OF DOOM) 
BOMBS (OR, HOW I LEARNED TO DEAL WITH TERRORISTS OBSESSED WITH CLEVER RIDDLES) 
A DAY AT THE RACES (OF EVIL) 
MAMA'S GOT A BRAND NEW BAG (OF EXPLOSIVES) 
LOTS OF DIALOGUE AND A FEW EXPLOSIONS 
ONCE, TWICE, THREE HUNDRED TIMES THE MAYHEM 
B.Y.O.B. (BRING YOUR OWN BULLETS) 
GIMME AN N GIMME AN O GIMME AN I GIMME A D WHAT'S THAT SPELL? DEATH 
YOU'D BETTER WATCH OUT YOU'D BETTER NOT CRY NUCLEAR NOID IS GOING TO KICK YOU IN THE MOUTH 
(FIRE)ARMS RACE 
WE HAVE TO GO DEEPER

ROBUTTNIKS MEAN BEAN MACHEAN

2010-08-24T05:20:00Z

The Noid: never forget.

== FOUR WORDS ==
'''SKULLB:''' Hey, all. Skullbuggy here! Some of you may not have been here to see this, but this is ROBUTTNIKS MEAN BEAN MACHEAN. A classic of its time, it has been restored for all to see, for all to marvel in its glory. This is the story of a man named Dr. REBOTNEK and his assistants, SKRATCH and GRONDER. These three men fought against the republic of Mobius, a land where singing and fun was overabundant. In his anger, REBOTNEK decided to make Mobius less happy by creating the Bean Steamer, a machine made to turn beans into robots. From there, it just gets more powerful. So sit back, relax, and stack some beans.

== CHEPTER WONE ==

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>SKRATCH GRONDER COME HERE</big>

[[Image:SKRATCH.PNG|SKRATCH]] <big>YES BOSS</big>

[[Image:GRONDER.PNG|GRONDER]] <big>DURRH WHAT IS IT</big>

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>I HAVE MADE A BEAUTIFUL THING WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE IT</big>

[[Image:SKRATCH.PNG|SKRATCH]] <big>WHY OF COURSE</big>

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>I CALL IT THE BEAN STEAMER</big>

[[Image:GRONDER.PNG|GRONDER]] <big>DURRH WHAT DOES IT DO</big>

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK</big>

[[Image:GRONDER.PNG|GRONDER]]

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]]

[[Image:GRONDER.PNG|GRONDER]]

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]]

[[Image:GRONDER.PNG|GRONDER]]

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>IT MAKES BEANS INTO ROBOTS</big>

[[Image:SKRATCH.PNG|SKRATCH]] <big>OBVIOUSLY</big>

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>WITH THIS I SHALL RID MOBIUS OF HAPPINESS FOREVER</big>

[[Image:SKRATCH.PNG|SKRATCH]] <big>WHAT</big>

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>NOW I WILL SEND MY BEST TROOPS TO GUARD THE BEAN PRISONERS SO WE DO NOT HAVE ANY COMPLICATIONS</big>

[[Image:SKRATCH.PNG|SKRATCH]] <big>GOOD THINKING DR. REBOTNEK</big>

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>BUAHAHAHAHA</big>

== CHEPTER TOO ==



[[Image:ERMS.PNG|ERMS]] <big>HELLO THERE GENTLEMEN MY NAME IS ERMS</big>

[[Image:ERMS.PNG|ERMS]]

[[Image:ERMS.PNG|ERMS]] <big>IT IS BECAUSE I HAVE LARGE ERMS</big>

[[Image:ERMS.PNG|ERMS]]

[[Image:ERMS.PNG|ERMS]] <big>IT IS A SUBTLE JOKE YOU MAY NOT HAVE UNDERSTOOD</big>

[[Image:ERMS.PNG|ERMS]] <big>I AM HERE TO PROTECT THE BEANS FROM BEING RESCUED</big>

[[Image:ERMS.PNG|ERMS]] <big>COME TO ERMS MY BEAUTIES</big>

<big><big>ONE SOUND THRASHING LATER</big></big>

[[Image:ERMS.PNG|ERMS]] <big>OH GOD I CANNOT WALK YOU WIN I GUESS</big>



[[Image:FRANKLIN.PNG|FRANKLIN]] <big>HELLO THERE OLD BEAN MY NAME IS FRANKLIN</big>

[[Image:FRANKLIN.PNG|FRANKLIN]] <big>DO YOU GET IT</big>

[[Image:FRANKLIN.PNG|FRANKLIN]] <big>IT IS BECAUSE I AM LIKE FRANKENSTEIN</big>

[[Image:FRANKLIN.PNG|FRANKLIN]] <big>BUT I DIGRESS I MUST STOP YOU OLD CHAP</big>

[[Image:FRANKLIN.PNG|FRANKLIN]] <big>HAVE AT YOU</big>

<big><big>AFTER A LONG WHILE OF STACKING BEANS</big></big>

[[Image:FRANKLIN.PNG|FRANKLIN]] <big>I WAS SO VERY VERY WRONG</big>

[[Image:HUMPDY.PNG|HUMPDY]] <big>WHY HELLO SIR I AM HUMPDY</big>

[[Image:HUMPDY.PNG|HUMPDY]] <big>IT IS LIKE THE EGG STORY</big>

[[Image:HUMPDY.PNG|HUMPDY]] <big><big>HUMPDY DUMPDY SAT ON A WALL</big></big>

[[Image:HUMPDY.PNG|HUMPDY]] <big>YOU CATCH MY DRIFT CORRECT</big>

[[Image:HUMPDY.PNG|HUMPDY]] <big>GOOD FOR NOW WE MUST FIGHT IN A BATTLE OF WITS</big>

<big><big>HUMPDY DUMPDY HAD A GREAT FALL</big></big>

[[Image:HUMPDY.PNG|HUMPDY]] <big>MY INSIDES ARE GOING WHERE THEY SHOULDN'T</big>

[[Image:COKONETS.PNG|COKONETS]] <big>HELLO I AM COKONETS</big>

[[Image:COKONETS.PNG|COKONETS]] <big>DR. REBOTNEK HAS TRUSTED ME WITH GUARDING THESE BEANS</big>

[[Image:COKONETS.PNG|COKONETS]] <big>YOU WILL NOT LEAVE EURASIA ALIVE</big>

<big><big>TIME SWIPE</big></big>

[[Image:COKONETS.PNG|COKONETS]] <big>OH JESUS CALL AN AMBULANCE</big>

<big><big>MEANWILE IN REBOTNEK'S LAB</big></big>

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN HE KILLED COKONETS</big>

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>COKONETS WAS MY ONLY FRIEND</big>

[[Image:SKRATCH.PNG|SKRATCH]] <big>WHAT ABOUT ME SIR</big>

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOU AND YOUR ROOSTER TEETH</big>

[[Image:SKRATCH.PNG|SKRATCH]] You don't have to be such an asshole about it.

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>NEVERTHELESS THIS IS NOT OVER</big>

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>SEND OUT THE TROOPS</big>

== CHEPTER TREE ==


[[Image:DAVEYSPROKIT.PNG|DAVEY SPROKIT]] <big>HOWDY PARDNER I AM DAVEY SPROKIT</big>

[[Image:DAVEYSPROKIT.PNG|DAVEY SPROKIT]] <big>DO YOU SEE MY COONSKIN CAP SIR</big>

[[Image:DAVEYSPROKIT.PNG|DAVEY SPROKIT]] <big>I AM A ROBOT DAVEY CROCKIT</big>

[[Image:DAVEYSPROKIT.PNG|DAVEY SPROKIT]] <big>BUT WE CAN TALK ABOUT THAT LATER</big>

[[Image:DAVEYSPROKIT.PNG|DAVEY SPROKIT]] <big>I MUST PIONEER SOME NEW TECHNIQUES</big>



<big><big>ONE LOUISIANA PURCHASE-SIZED BEATING LATER</big></big>

[[Image:DAVEYSPROKIT.PNG|DAVEY SPROKIT]] <big>MY LEFT LUNG SEEMS TO HAVE FOUND NEW FRONTIER</big>

[[Image:DAVEYSPROKIT.PNG|DAVEY SPROKIT]] <big>ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THAT FIELD</big>

[[Image:PIGWHEEL.PNG|PIGWHEEL]] <big>HOLY HELL WHAT AM I</big>

[[Image:PIGWHEEL.PNG|PIGWHEEL]] <big>I HAVE A PIG NOSE AND TWO WHEELS</big>

[[Image:PIGWHEEL.PNG|PIGWHEEL]] <big>I AM AN ABOMINATION</big>

[[Image:PIGWHEEL.PNG|PIGWHEEL]] <big>PUT ME OUT OF MY MISERY</big>

<big><big>STACK SOME BEANS</big></big>

[[Image:PIGWHEEL.PNG|PIGWHEEL]] <big>WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT</big>

[[Image:PIGWHEEL.PNG|PIGWHEEL]] <big>ALL YOU DID WAS STACK SOME BEANS</big>

[[Image:PIGWHEEL.PNG|PIGWHEEL]] <big>WHY AM I STILL ALIVE</big>

[[Image:DINAMIGHT.PNG|DINAMIGHT]] <big>HELLO SIR MY NAME IS</big>

<big><big>AND THEN HE EXPLODED BECAUSE HE IS DYNAMITE</big></big>

[[Image:GRONDER.PNG|GRONDER]] <big>DURRRH I AM GRONDER</big>

[[Image:GRONDER.PNG|GRONDER]] <big>YOU WONT GET PAST ME SIR</big>

<big><big>ONE FREESTYLE RAP BATTLE LATER</big></big>

[[Image:GRONDER.PNG|GRONDER]] <big>OH GOD PLEASE NO MORE</big>

[[Image:GRONDER.PNG|GRONDER]] <big>THE BLOOD IS POOLING AROUND ME AS I SPEAK</big>

<big><big>BACK AT REBOTNEKS HOWSE</big></big>

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>GRONDER WAS JUST MURDERED IN COLD BLOOD SKRATCH</big>

[[Image:SKRATCH.PNG|SKRATCH]] <big>WHAT A WAY TO GO HUH DR. REBOTNEK</big>

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>BUT THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING OF THE END</big>

[[Image:SKRATCH.PNG|SKRATCH]] <big>WHAT DO YOU MEAN SIR</big>

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>WE HAVE MORE IN STORE</big>

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>READY WAVE THREE</big>

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>WE WILL BE VICTORIOUS</big>

== CHEPTER FOR ==

[[Image:PLOCK.PNG|PLOCK]] <big>YO YO YO WHAT UP</big>

[[Image:PLOCK.PNG|PLOCK]] <big>I FORGOT MY NAME</big>

[[Image:PLOCK.PNG|PLOCK]] <big>BUT WHATEVER</big>

[[Image:PLOCK.PNG|PLOCK]] <big>LET'S BATTLE YO</big>

<big><big>ONE EXTREME MACRAME COMPETITION LATER</big></big>

[[Image:PLOCK.PNG|PLOCK]] <big>BOY I GOT SCHOOLED</big>

[[Image:PLOCK.PNG|PLOCK]]

[[Image:PLOCK.PNG|PLOCK]] <big>IT HURTS VERY BADLY</big>

[[Image:ITHINKTHISONEISASAMURAI.PNG|WHAT IS THIS ONE'S NAME]] <big>DOMO ARIGATO</big>

[[Image:ITHINKTHISONEISASAMURAI.PNG|WHAT IS THIS ONE'S NAME]] <big>MY NAME IS SIR F-FUZZY LOGIK</big>

[[Image:ITHINKTHISONEISASAMURAI.PNG|WHAT IS THIS ONE'S NAME]]

[[Image:ITHINKTHISONEISASAMURAI.PNG|WHAT IS THIS ONE'S NAME]]

[[Image:ITHINKTHISONEISASAMURAI.PNG|WHAT IS THIS ONE'S NAME]] <big>HOLY HELL IS THAT MY REAL NAME</big>

[[Image:ITHINKTHISONEISASAMURAI.PNG|WHAT IS THIS ONE'S NAME]] <big>GODDAMN</big>

[[Image:ITHINKTHISONEISASAMURAI.PNG|WHAT IS THIS ONE'S NAME]] <big>WHATEVER I AM A SAMURAI</big>

[[Image:ITHINKTHISONEISASAMURAI.PNG|WHAT IS THIS ONE'S NAME]] <big>I WILL BEAT YOU</big>

<big><big>豆の積み重ね</big></big>

[[Image:ITHINKTHISONEISASAMURAI.PNG|WHAT IS THIS ONE'S NAME]] <big>I HAVE FAILED</big>

[[Image:ITHINKTHISONEISASAMURAI.PNG|WHAT IS THIS ONE'S NAME]] <big>I AM COMING, ANCESTORS</big>

[[Image:DARGONBREATH.PNG|DARGONBREATH]] <big>A AAAAAAA AAA</big>

<big><big>AAA AA A AAAAA</big></big>

[[Image:DARGONBREATH.PNG|DARGONBREATH]] <big>AAA AAAAAA AA AAAAAAAAAA</big>

<big><big>CUT: REBOTNEK'S LAB, INT., DAY</big></big>

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>WHAT THE HELL DO YOU KNOW ABOUT POPCORN SKRATCH</big>

[[Image:SKRATCH.PNG|SKRATCH]] <big>BUT I DIDN'T SAY ANYTH</big>

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH YOU MUTANT</big>

[[Image:SKRATCH.PNG|SKRATCH]]

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>THATS BETTER</big>

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>THEY ARE GETTING CLOSER</big>

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>WE MUST DEFEND OURSELVES SKRATCH</big>

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>WE MUST READY OURSELVES FOR THE FINAL BATTLE</big>

== CHEPTER FIFE ==

[[Image:SKRATCH.PNG|SKRATCH]] <big>SIR I SHALL GO AND STOP THE INTRUDER</big>

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>COMMENDABLE SKRATCH</big>

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>MAKE DADDY PROUD</big>

[[Image:SKRATCH.PNG|SKRATCH]] <big>THAT'S RIGHT</big>

[[Image:SKRATCH.PNG|SKRATCH]] <big>COME AND GET SOME</big>

"Fine... I will."

[[Image:SKRATCH.PNG|SKRATCH]] <big>WHAT</big>

[[Image:SKRATCH.PNG|SKRATCH]] <big>WAAAAUUGH STOP STABBING ME</big>

[[Image:SKRATCH.PNG|SKRATCH]] <big>GYAAAAARGH</big>

[[Image:SKRATCH.PNG|SKRATCH]] <big>AAAAARGH</big>

[[Image:SKRATCH.PNG|SKRATCH]] GYAAAAAH

[[Image:SKRATCH.PNG|SKRATCH]] AAAH

<big><big>SKRATCH DIED</big></big>

"Heh... what a pushover."

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>SKRATCH HAVE YOU DISPOSED OF THE INTRU</big>

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]]

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>SKRATCH NO</big>

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>WHO DID THIS TO YOU SKRATCH</big>

[[Image:SNAKE.PNG|SNAKE]] "I did."

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>WHO THE HELL ARE YOU</big>

[[Image:SNAKE.PNG|SNAKE]] "I have no name. Some people call me... Solid Snake."

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>I DONT GIVE A CRAP</big>

[[Image:SNAKE.PNG|SNAKE]] "Whatever the case, I'm here to stop you, Robotnik... or should I say... brother?"

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>EXCUSE ME</big>

[[Image:SNAKE.PNG|SNAKE]] "You don't know, do you?"

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>OF COURSE NOT JUST TELL ME</big>

[[Image:SNAKE.PNG|SNAKE]] "Dr. Robotnik, you and I were part of a project. A project called..."

[[Image:SNAKE.PNG|SNAKE]] "Las Habas Terribles."

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>LAS HABAS TERRIBLES</big>

[[Image:SNAKE.PNG|SNAKE]] "Las Habas Terribles."

[[Image:SNAKE.PNG|SNAKE]] "It was a government project to create the perfect super soldier."

[[Image:SNAKE.PNG|SNAKE]] "The project spawned two children. One had the flawed genes, and one had the perfect genes."

[[Image:SNAKE.PNG|SNAKE]] "You... you were the perfect one."

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>OH REALLY</big>

[[Image:SNAKE.PNG|SNAKE]] "Yes. You were to be mass-produced in order to create an army of super soldiers..."

[[Image:SNAKE.PNG|SNAKE]] "... who can consist on nothing but baked beans."

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]]

[[Image:SNAKE.PNG|SNAKE]] "I'm here to stop you from becoming mass-produced. I'm here..."

[[Image:SNAKE.PNG|SNAKE]] "... to save you."

[[Image:SNAKE.PNG|SNAKE]] "Do you want to be saved, Dr.? Do you?"

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]]

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>YES BROTHER</big>

[[Image:SNAKE.PNG|SNAKE]] "Alright, then..."

''{click}''

[[Image:SNAKE.PNG|SNAKE]] "Any last words, Dr.?"

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]]

[[Image:REBOTNEK.PNG|REBOTNEK]] <big>I HATE THAT HEDGEHOG</big>

[[Image:SNAKE.PNG|SNAKE]] "Goodnight... Dr. Robotnik."

''{BOOM.}''


you say you want an explanation

I played Dr. Robotnik's Mean Bean Machine very recently. Though I did, honestly, really like the game, the story was unbelievably stupid. In a burst of inspiration, I decided to make a story about it in all caps.

Eventually I was plagued with the decision of how to end it. Naturally, I gave it the MGS ending. So that explains a lot, huh?

Mookday Party Afterparty

2010-08-23T03:12:55Z

The Noid: /* Mookday Party Afterparty Gift Table */

== Overview ==
It's Mookday, Charlie Brown! Give Mook your best wishes or maybe a present. Hopefully a present!

== Mookday Party Afterparty ==
=== Mookday Party Afterparty Gift Table ===
* [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metal_Gear_Solid_Peace_Walker Metal Gear Solid: Peace Walker] from SKUB
** GREAT GOING, MOOK DOESN'T HAVE HIS PSP ON HIM TODAY
* [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tonight_I%27m_Yours Rod Stewart - Tonight I'm Yours] from Lex

fried chicken - dinoshaur

** Mook loves Rod Stewart how did you know
*Statue of Noid's penis with inscription "For the biggest fan in all of Wichita, Love, Frankie Muniz"

=== Mookday Party Afterparty CHITCHAT ===

'''MOOK:''' dff ''{thank you for coming}''

Noid is PO'd/13

2009-09-13T18:09:43Z

The Noid: neu

"I am waking up and walking out of my room"

"oh hello living room it's nice to see that all of the yellow lights are on and blaring"

"I guess we are just too good for natural light right"

"our lights must be a nauseous yellow"

Noid is PO'd/12

2009-09-13T18:08:46Z

The Noid: neu

"oh hello t-shirt let me put you on"

"oh what's this you function as a very large person's beach towel too"

Noid is PO'd

2009-09-13T18:06:28Z

The Noid:

And how! 

'''Episode 1: [[/1|wikipedia]]''' 
'''Episode 2: [[/2|people who ask if i want something to eat twice]]''' 
'''Episode 3: [[/3|racially offended]]''' 
'''Episode 4: [[/4|bread with holes in it]]''' 
'''Episode 5: [[/5|overuse of the word gay]]''' 
'''Episode 6: [[/6|batman begins is showed too much on FX]]''' 
'''Episode 7: [[/7|many things at once]]''' 
'''Episode 8: [[/8|declining quality in my favorite things]]''' 
'''Episode 9: [[/9|the daily show]]''' 
'''Episode 10: [[/10|people talking to me as I brush my teeth]]''' 
'''Episode 11: [[/11|competition for ''the ladies'']]''' 
'''Episode 12: [[/12|crappy t-shirts]]''' 
'''Episode 13: [[/13|lights on]]'''

Other Character Email Trogador RELOADED BIZNATCH

2009-09-03T19:18:31Z

The Noid:

Purge isn't over so '''HERE WE GO''' 

==Emails==
<blockquote class="email" style="background-image:none;border:4px solid #CE0A00;background:#FFEC15;color:#4E4E4E">
29. [[/radio|radio]] - coming soon! 
28. [[/assassin|assassin]] - new! 
27. [[/virus|virus]] 
26. [[/treehouse|treehouse]] 
25.5 [[/terror of the lead singer from KISS|terror of the lead singer from KISS]] 
25. [[/revolution|revolution]] 
19.5 [http://z13.invisionfree.com/Fanstuff/index.php?showtopic=938&st=75 purge] </blockquote>
[[/shorts|shorts]] 
[[/inbox|inbox]]

Other Character Email Trogador RELOADED BIZNATCH/assassin

2009-09-03T19:17:38Z

The Noid: new email

'''The New Trogador Adventures''' 

'''Episode 028: Assassin''' 
When Trogador turns out a little too good at his new hobby, he becomes a wanted man, and Challenge City's greatest assassin is looking to collect his bounty. 

==Transcript==

''{cut to black screen that says "IN A.D 30X8". The screen then changes it's text it to "A DRAGON AND DR. HOUSE HAD WACKY MISGVINGS. THAT DRAGON IS..." The words disappear, and TROGADOR in orange letters appears. Below are the options "START GAME", "SECRET CODE WORD", and "OPTIONAL OPTIONS". The first set of words light up, and we get taken to this screen....}'' 

''{cut to The Backyard. Tampo is holding a stopwatch and a whistle as Jaros hop past him.}'' 

'''TAMPO:''' You all have to beat Nathaniel's time or I'm scrapping you! 

''{Tampo blows the whistle. Trogador walks up behind him.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' What's with all the noise out here? I'm trying to get some rest and- 

'''TAMPO:''' ''{turns around}'' No you're not, you're watching Wheel of Fortune, I was just in there. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Well, even if that baseless accusation is true, I have every right to watch Wheel of Fortune without a stampede out here! 

'''TAMPO:''' Oh, I'm ''so sorry'' to interrupt your precious Wheel of Fortune or sleep or whatever you were doing. I'll be sure not to do my training rituals for Minions when it conflicts with your schedule! 

'''TROGADOR:''' Is that what this is then? Having your robots work-out? 

'''TAMPO:''' Well, if they're going to assist me in my domination attempts... 

'''TROGADOR:''' Tampo, I'm a licensed Defender. You can't tell me about this stuff or I'll have to bring you in. And I'm sort of starting to like you! 

'''TAMPO:''' And I like you and your money too! 

'''TROGADOR:''' Listen, I'm sorry about snapping at you just now. Can I make it up? Do a favor? 

'''TAMPO:''' Well, you ''are'' a Defender... 

'''TROGADOR:''' I'm not prepared to bend the rules of my- 

'''TAMPO:''' No, no, it's just, you must be in-shape, right? And these failures...well... 

''{The camera cuts to some Jaros standing in a tire obstacle path.}'' 

'''JARO:''' Hey did you see Access Hollywood last night? 

'''JARO 3:''' Nah, I stopped watching that stuff when Stinkoman died. That was ridiculous... 

'''JARO 2:''' It's even worse now, now that they had the funeral and everything... 

'''JARO:''' Yeah, they were talking about him last night, and they had that pasty white guy that lived with him, his sidekick, Shut-Up or something on. 

'''JARO 3:''' Scraping the bottom of the barrel, eh? 

'''JARO 2:''' Yeah, he said his remains were accidentally mailed to a port in some backwater South American country. France, or something like that. 

'''JARO 3:''' ''{angrily}'' You idiot, France isn't in South America! It's Australia, smart one. 

'''JARO:''' Get out of here! 

'''JARO 3:''' I know, right? That's what I said! 

''{cut back to Tampo and Trogador}'' 

'''TAMPO:''' They're not very...talented. I think inspiration is the problem. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Have you tried hiring a speaker? 

'''TAMPO:''' Oh, Winner, no, don't even go there. I tried that back when Brody and Stlunko bummed here, so we had twice as many minions, half of them those infernal chickens. And the speaker had a PowerPoint presentation and it bored the chickens so they mutinied against him and held the building hostage, a PR nightmare... 

'''TROGADOR:''' You have PR people? 

'''TAMPO:''' Well, not after that, I don't. 

'''TROGADOR:''' So you want me to rally your troops, is it? 

'''TAMPO:''' If you could just do a couple laps through the training course to show them how it's done, that'd be lovely. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Oh, sure, definitely. 

''{cut to a wide shot of the backyard. It is later in the day. You can see all sorts of the crazy crap Tampo set up - tire-paths, rope swings, slides, a bunker section, a small pool with alligators and barrels floating in it, a minefield, slides, and a hopscotch field. Dramatic drum rolls fill the air. Cut to the sidelines. Trogador is standing there, wearing a sweatband. Drew stands beside him.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' I'm beginning to regret my choices.... 

'''DREW:''' Oh, don't worry, Mr. Trogador, you'll do fine! 

'''TROGADOR:''' Yeah...I'm not sure. I mean, look at it: mine field? Alligators? Hopscotch?! 

'''DREW:''' Mr. Trogador, you defeated Pluto in a fight! 

'''TROGADOR:''' That was pretty awesome, I admit, but I had help from you guys too... 

'''DREW:''' You also saved the future from Baron S! 

'''TROGADOR:''' I'll be honest, I have no idea how I managed that one. 

'''DREW:''' And you stopped The Revolution! You've saved the world three times, this is nothing! 

'''TROGADOR:''' Yeah...yeah, I guess you're right, Drew, I can do this little obstacle course! 

'''DREW:''' And we agree! 

'''TROGADOR:''' We? Do you have a little spirit living inside of you, because I am not dealing with that crap- 

'''DREW:''' No, we all came to watch you! 

''{Drew signals behind him. Kray, John, Clyde, and Master Z are all sitting in lawnchairs and on a blanket.}'' 

'''KRAY:''' I reckon he'll get to tha' alligator pool 'fore ending it. 

'''MASTER Z:''' Wise money's on the hopscotch field. 

'''JOHN:''' You really think he'll make it that far? I'm afraid of him not making it past the ropes, they can't possible support him... 

'''CLYDE:''' If everything goes according to plan, they won't. 

'''JOHN:''' Clyde...Clyde, what are you planning? 

'''CLYDE:''' Let's just say there's going to be a reception as a result of today's events. 

'''KRAY:''' Yeh gettin' married? Winner, I feel sorry for the lass... 

'''CLYDE:''' Tch, yeah right. I don't bother myself with that crap, too busy. 

''{Master Z scoffs. Clyde looks at him.}'' 

'''CLYDE:''' What? 

'''MASTER Z:''' Didn't say anything... 

'''CLYDE:''' Yeah, keep it that way. 

''{Clyde looks away from him and then looks away from them all. He sniffles loudly and tears swell in his eyes. Cut back to Trogador and Drew.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Oh...Drew...well, you meant well. Thanks. 

''{A whistle is blown somewhere.}'' 

'''DREW:''' Oh, that's your signal to get to the start! I'll leave you be, good luck Mr. Trogador! 

''{Drew flies back over to the other guys. Trogador walks over to Tampo who is standing beside a white line.}'' 

'''TAMPO:''' Alright, this is gonna be real simple. Just make your way across the course as fast as possible. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Well, that's original and fresh. 

'''TAMPO:''' Shut up and get running! 

'''TROGADOR:''' You didn't- 

''{Tampo blows the whistle.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' -blow the whistle- 

'''TAMPO:''' Go, go! ''Go''! 

''{Trogador jerks sideways and starts to run to the tire path. He jogs through it, panting loudly by the end. He makes it to the ropes and latches onto one. It snaps off loudly, but he just flies over to the ledge. Clyde is heard yelling obscenities in the distance. Trogador gets in the slide and starts to go down it when it collapses underneath him. He screams and continues to fall through levels of slides until he lands in a bunker. He stands up and leans on the ledge for a second.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Let me...''{huff}'' recollect myself...''{huff}'' 

''{Trogador stumbles a bit and starts to climb slowly over the bunkers, jogging in between them. After a little while he makes it to the alligator pool. He stops to take a deep, shallow breathe, and jumps forward. Cut to the stands. A loud snap is heard and everybody winces.}'' 

'''KRAY:''' ''{yelling, waving ticket in hand}'' C'mon, just bail, yeh tub! 

'''DREW:''' All you're worried about is money? Look at Mr. Trogador! 

'''JOHN:''' Treating that is gonna be a lot of fun... 

''{cut to Tampo standing at the finish line. Slowly, Trogador crawls across it. When he gets across, Drew is heard congratulating and cheering from the stands. Tampo sighs loudly.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' So h-how did I ''{deep breath}'' do? 

'''TAMPO:''' That was the worst performance I've ever seen of anything anywhere. Aren't you supposed to be in shape? 

'''TROGADOR:''' ''{stumbles up on his feet}'' What are you talking about? Of course I'm - 

''{Trogador suddenly starts to wheeze very loudly. He smacks his stomach a few times and coughs up a bushy gray mustache.}'' 

'''TAMPO:''' Um. 

''{Trogador kicks up a divot and places it lazily over the mustache. He looks threateningly at Tampo.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' You didn't see anything. 

''{Mayorbot hops over to the other side of Trogador. Trogador turns around.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Oh...hi Mayorbot. Did you see me perform? 

'''MAYORBOT:''' Yes, yes I did...I didn't know we had such a sucky Defender! 

'''TROGADOR:''' What?! I wasn't ''that'' bad... 

'''MAYORBOT:''' Au contraire, Trogador! That was ''terrible''! You better get in shape before Stinkoman 2.0 is finished or you'll be out of work! 

'''TROGADOR:''' You're building another Stinkoman? Why? 

'''MAYORBOT:''' Because evidently, you seem to be running out of use for us... 

'''TROGADOR:''' But the last Stinkoman turned out to be a drunk and a wreck and he blew up my house! 

'''MAYORBOT:''' Yes, we noticed that there were some problems with his personality drive...but all of those will be remedied shortly, no need to worry. Speaking of, I have to go visit the robotics team now for a meeting...see you soon, Trogador! 

''{The camera jumps to Mayorbot's face, and his eyes form a glare.}'' 

'''MAYORBOT:''' ''Or not!'' 

''{cut back to normal view. Mayorbot laughs and hops in the direction he came from.}'' 

'''TAMPO:''' And you stopped me when I tried to kill him! Maybe if we had that Vicebot guy in office, you wouldn't be out of a job! 

'''TROGADOR:''' I don't trust your opinions on public officials, Tampo. And hey, I'm not out of a job and I'm not going to be! 

'''TAMPO:''' ''{laughs}'' Better get on a treadmill soon then, dragon! 

''{cut to Bubs's Wares. Bubs is standing behind the counter polishing a broken glass. Trogador walks up to him.}'' 

'''BUBS:''' What can I get ya today, dragon? Wanna try the Bubs Malt Special? 

'''TROGADOR:''' Not today, Bubs. You have a treadmill in there somewhere? 

'''BUBS:''' Treadmill? Why'dya need a treadmill, dragon? 

'''TROGADOR:''' Ehh, Mayorbot thinks I'm out of shape and my job with the city is on the line or something like that. 

'''BUBS:''' Ah, you don't need a treadmill to get in shape, dragon! All you need is to go ''river raftin'!'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' River rafting? I dunno, Bubs, sounds pretty dangerous and hard and stuff. 

'''BUBS:''' No way, dragon, it's guaranteed to work! Look through your innybox, I bet the recipe to my Bubs Malt Special that there's an email tellin' you about it. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Hmm... 

''{Trogador takes out the TrogPilot and clicks through it a few times.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Well what do you know? 

<blockquote class="email" style="background-image:none;border:4px solid #CE0A00;background:#FFEC15;color:#4E4E4E">
<blockquote class="email" style="background-image:none;border:4px solid #CE0A00;background:#FFEC15;color:#4E4E4E">
<blockquote class="email" style="background-image:none;border:4px solid #CE0A00;background:#FFEC15;color:#4E4E4E">
Have you ever been river rafting?
</blockquote></blockquote></blockquote>

'''BUBS:''' See, Bubs knows what he's talking about! River rafting is recommended! 

'''TROGADOR:''' Well, I guess I could try it...is there some sort of club or something in the city? 

'''BUBS:''' Not a club, per suh, but more of a league. I got a guy in there who owes me a favor, dragon, I can get you a spot in it today! 

'''TROGADOR:''' That'd be awesome, Bubs, thanks! 

'''BUBS:''' Transition! 

''{cut to Trogador river rafting with some Astromunds. There is no noise being made at all.}'' 

'''NARRATOR:''' And so Trogador began his river rafting career. Sure, things were hard to adjust with at first, but no time at all passed and Trogador was suddenly at the top of the game. He was the biggest rookie the sport had ever seen. 

''{cut to Trogador standing at a podium, wearing a gold medal. He is talking. It is still silent.}'' 

'''NARRATOR:''' Yes, Trogador boosted his celebrity status even more with his latest venture. The email show increased ratings ten-fold, and his status as Defender of Challenge City...well... 

''{Trogador walks away from the podium and reporters swarm him. An Astromund wearing a jacket steps in front of them and pulls a gun out, aiming at Trogador. Trogador grabs him by the arm, flicks the gun away, throws the assassin up, and smacks him with his tail. He goes flying off into the distance and the reporters all clap.}'' 

'''NARRATOR:''' Trogador had no need to worry about that one. Yes, things were working out for Trogador after all... 

''{cut to Saargtsson's Office. It is mostly stone and gray, but there is a decorative lava river and lava lamp-like pillars. Filing cabinets line the walls and a stone desk is off to the right. Saargtsson slithers in from the right, talking on a phone.}'' 

'''SAARGTSSON:''' What do you mean, you got caught?! You're sssupposssed to be the bessst assasssin in town! 

''{Chatter is heard from the other end.}'' 

'''SAARGTSSON:''' "That'sss Sssticklyman"? I've never even heard of thisss Sssticklyman! 

''{Saargtsson throws the phone in a rage and hisses loudly. He goes over to his desk and pulls out a phonebook and starts flicking through it.}'' 

'''STICKLYMAN:''' ''{voice}'' Looking for someone? 

''{Saargtsson jumps and looks around.}'' 

'''SAARGTSSON:''' Ahh what the- ssshow yourssself, fiend! 

''{Sticklyman steps out from behind one of the pillars. He walks towards Saargtsson, extending a hand.}'' 

'''STICKLYMAN:''' Oh, well, that's awfully rude. ''{puts hand at side}'' I couldn't help but overhearing you needed my services. 

'''SAARGTSSON:''' How...how did you get in? What are you doing here? 

'''STICKLYMAN:''' Well, to answer both of your questions, we assassins monitor each other's business quite closely, to get an upper hand if we need to. And I couldn't help but notice you'd been cycling through quite a few of us lately....it was only a matter of time before you looked into ''{brushes dust off shoulder}'' the best Challenge City can offer. 

'''SAARGTSSON:''' Wait. You broke into my complex on a whim? 

'''STICKLYMAN:''' And I didn't leave a single trace. 

'''SAARGTSSON:''' Well, that sssettlesss it, you're - wait. 

'''STICKLYMAN:''' Why the hesitation? 

'''SAARGTSSON:''' What do you charge? 

'''STICKLYMAN:''' ''{chuckles}'' Now, this might seem a little steep... 

''{Sticklyman pulls out a piece of paper and shows it to Saargtsson. Saargtsson's jaw drops as low as it can.}'' 

'''STICKLYMAN:''' ...but I assure you, what I offer is well worth the price. 

'''SAARGTSSON:''' Sssteep? ''Sssteep''? Thisss isss a month'sss worth of crunch dealsss! And I have ''{glances down}'' better....thingsss....to ssspend money on... 

'''STICKLYMAN:''' Looking for a voice transplant, I take it? 

'''SAARGTSSON:''' ''{angrily}'' How dare you insssinuate! I...I...well, I have been sssaving up for one...asss a possibility, you know, jussst sssomething to - 

'''STICKLYMAN:''' I think a swarthy Latino would be good for you, myself. 

'''SAARGTSSON:''' My thoughtsss exactly! 

'''STICKLYMAN:''' Listen, sir. I've never failed a job before - that's how good I am. But you're Saargtsson. The mere whisper of your name commands respect, from the Lava Zone to the Pink Cloud Zone. You're feared, and I like that in a client. 

'''SAARGTSSON:''' ''{shocked}'' I...I am? 

'''STICKLYMAN:''' Quite. Many of the other assassins I've worked with would literally kill to have a job with you. So...if the mighty Saargtsson doesn't want to pay fully for my services... 

'''SAARGTSSON:''' Nonsssenssse! I am the mighty Ssargtsson, I can afford anything there isss! Where do I sssign? 

'''STICKLYMAN:''' Glad you're seeing it that way, on the back. 

''{Saargtsson flips the paper over, takes out a pen, and signs it. He then hands it back to Sticklyman.}'' 

'''STICKLYMAN:''' Well, Saargtsson, I must say... 

''{Sticklyman pulls out a small, black cylinder.}'' 

'''STICKLYMAN:''' ...I've been thinking this "Trogador" has held his position for far too long. 

''{A red laser shovel comes out of the handle.}'' 

'''STICKLYMAN:''' It'll be a pleasure doing your business for you. 

''{Saargtsson turns around and goes to his desk. The camera closes up on him slightly.}'' 

'''SAARGTSSON:''' Sssay, Sssticklyman, you want a - 

''{Saargtsson turns around. The camera is normal again. Sticklyman is nowhere to be found.}'' 

'''SAARGTSSON:''' Well, the guy'sss got ssstyle, that'sss for sure. 

''{cut to Trogador walking down a hallway in The Warehouse. Reese is walking beside him.}'' 

'''REESE:''' ...and then there's that thing with the inner city kids as your 1 PM. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Hold up, inner city? I don't...like...the inner city... 

'''REESE:''' Don't worry, that was in paranthesis. It's a soundstage in City Hall and they're actors, it's for a promo video. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Oh, okay then. Phew! Thought today was gonna be dangerous... 

'''CLYDE:''' ''{voice}'' Hi-''ya''! 

''{A spear comes flying at Trogador. Trogador effortlessly catches it and bends it. Clyde hovers over and looks angry.}'' 

'''CLYDE:''' ''{angrily}'' Hey! Do you know how much that cost me? 

'''TROGADOR:''' Why are you trying to kill me, Clyde? What did I ever do to you? 

'''CLYDE:''' Got us stuck in a freezer for a year! 

'''TROGADOR:''' That was ''you''! 

'''CLYDE:''' Oh, yeah, it was. Well, I moonlight as an assassin sometimes, remember? And you're hot on the market. Everybody wants your head on their mantel. 

'''REESE:''' ''{smacks Clyde}'' What are you doing?! 

'''TROGADOR:''' ''{grabs Reese}'' No, it's okay, Reese, really! People are bound to be after me. Comes with the job, you know. 

'''CLYDE:''' Yeah, well, you've put every b-list hitman in the joint. I'd start worrying if I were you. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Nah, Clyde, I don't think I have anything to worry about. 

''{The camera suddenly changes to that of a scope. Trogador is seen talking through a window in the scope's view.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' I've faced a lot worse, remember? 

''{Cut to Sticklyman adjusting a sniper rifle on a rooftop, looking through it.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' ''{voice}'' What's one assassin going to do to me? 

''{Sticklyman puts his hand on the trigger and starts to push the trigger down. He pauses for a second, sighs, and takes it off. He steps back from the rifle.}'' 

'''STICKLYMAN:''' No, no, that won't do....gonna have some fun with this one, yes... 

''{Sticklyman pulls a shotgun out of his invisible backpack and puts the rifle back in. He whistles as he does this and jumps down. Cut to The Living Room. Kray and Master Z are watching television. Trogador walks in.}'' 

'''MASTER Z:''' Ahh, there's the man of the year! Trogador, world-class river rafter and Defender of Challenge City! 

'''TROGADOR:''' Wow, Z, thanks! I guess I am pretty awesome! 

'''MASTER Z:''' ''{smacks Kray's head}'' Told you! 

'''KRAY:''' Ah, well, ah'm not payin' a cent... 

'''MASTER Z:''' Oh, I just wanted an excuse to hit you. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Wait, what did you tell him? 

'''MASTER Z:''' That all of this newfound media attention has been getting to your head, and your ego has grown dramatically, of course. 

'''TROGADOR:''' What? That's not true, I'm the same Trogador I was before I got even more famous! 

'''MASTER Z:''' That's a clever joke! 

'''TROGADOR:''' ''{defensively}'' How have I changed, huh?

'''MASTER Z:''' ''{counting on fingers}'' You walk differently, you talk differently, namedrop celebrities, spend your time staring into mirrors - 

'''TROGADOR:''' ''{angrily}'' You said you wouldn't tell! 

'''KRAY:''' The man's got a point, Trog. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Tch, okay! You're all just glib, that's so - so glib. I pay for the roof over your head and your meals, so if you don't like it, you can just go - 

''{Gunshots ring out. The lights flicker off for a second and then flicker back on. Everybody looks worried.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' What the - 

'''KRAY:''' ''{throws a couch cushion at trogador}'' Shh! 

''{Everybody looks around. The faint sound of stomping can be heard, and then a few more gunshots. They all look up.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' ''{pointing upwards}'' It's coming from up there. 

'''KRAY:''' Should we follow it? 

'''MASTER Z:''' ''{worried, looking concerned}'' No, no! Trogador, I'd recognize those gunshots any day...you need to run, and fast! 

'''TROGADOR:''' Relax, Z, I'm fine. 

''{Trogador starts to walk across the room. Master Z gets up and steps in front of him.}'' 

'''MASTER Z:''' You don't have any idea what you're doing! I do, and you need to listen to me! 

'''TROGADOR:''' Listen, Z, if it bothers you so much, you can come with me. 

'''MASTER Z:''' ''{nervously}'' Well...alright, I'll do it.

''{Master Z pulls out a small hilt and a green sabre pops out of it. Trogador turns to Kray.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Go seal the stairs for me, Kray, and make sure Tampo's alright. 

'''KRAY:''' Aye. 

''{Kray gets up and walks in the opposite direction from Trogador and Master Z, who also walk away. Cut to a dark hallway. A light is hanging from the ceiling, flickering and with bullet holes in it. Gunshots ring out. Trogador and Master Z are quietly walking down the hall. Trogador stops at the light.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' So why are you so worried about this guy, whoever he is? 

'''MASTER Z:''' I've done....business with him before, when I was a different person...and he's dangerous. I've seen what he's capable of, and it's not aesthetically pleasing. 

''{Trogador looks down the hall.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' ''{pointing}'' It's coming from that door. 

''{cut to a large white room with crates stacked and lining the walls. The door is slightly open. Trogador slips in through it, with Master Z following. He is looking up at the ceiling, taking in the surrounding.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Oh, Z, look! 

''{The camera cuts across the room where John, Clyde, and Drew are tied up and gagged. John looks angry and Drew is yelling something, but it only comes out as garbled mumbles. Trogador runs over and cuts open their ropes. He takes the socks out of their mouths and stands them up.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Well, we have the hostage situation solved! 

'''JOHN:''' Trogador, you idiot, run! 

'''TROGADOR:''' What? 

''{Sticklyman leaps from behind the three and kicks Trogador in the face. Trogador stumbles backwards, rubbing his jaw.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' What the- 

''{Sticklyman grabs Trogador's shoulder and chops on his neck. He punches him several times in the face and shoves him forward, making him fall on his back. He spits out a tooth.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' ''{looking at the tooth}'' Seriously?! ''{looks at Sticklyman, who is advancing closer}'' Why did you have to go and do that, man? 

'''STICKLYMAN:''' I thought you'd put up more of a fight, give you a hero's exit...but I guess that'll have to wait. 

''{Sticklyman pulls out the laser shovel and looks at Trogador, but he suddenly looks up and gets distracted.}'' 

'''STICKLYMAN:''' ''{angrily}'' You! 

''{Master Z walks forward, holding the sabre at his side.}'' 

'''MASTER Z:''' That's right, it's me. It's been a while, hasn't it, Sticklyman? 

'''STICKLYMAN:''' Oh, indeed it has...I thought you died? Some sort of Master S guy? 

'''TROGADOR:''' Actually, he's the dead one, he exploded or something. 

'''STICKLYMAN:''' Ah, that's a shame, he sounds like a great man. Too bad he never got to see you dead. You'll have to tell him when you meet him in Hell for me! 

''{Sticklyman swings the laser shovel and Master Z swings his sabre, blocking Sticklyman.}'' 

'''MASTER Z:''' You know me better than this, Sticklyman. I'm not leaving without a fight. 

'''STICKLYMAN:''' ''{laughs}'' It'll be your funeral. 

''{The two get into a wicked awesome sword fight. I don't know how to describe it so just imagine one in your head, there's all these "fwoosh fwoosh" and "vurr's" and awesome blocks and stuff. By the end of it Master Z gets Sticklyman off guard and cuts him a little on his arm. Sticklyman stumbles backwards, looking at his wound.}'' 

'''STICKLYMAN:''' ''{looks up}'' Just for that, I'm gonna kill you last so you can have the pleasure of watching your friend die. 

''{Sticklyman kicks Master Z's hand, making him throw the sabre. He then snaps Master Z's arm. He yells in pain, and Sticklyman leaves him on the floor. He walks over to Trogador, who is still slumped agaisnt the wall.}'' 

'''STICKLYMAN:''' Now, where were we before that albino so rudely interrupted us? Oh, ''now'' I remember... 

''{Sticklyman raises the laser shovel high and Trogador winces. A very loud slice is heard, and Trogador looks over to see Reese sticking the sabre through Sticklyman, who drops the shovel.}'' 

'''REESE:''' That's my bread and butter you're messing with. 

''{Reese takes the blade out of Sticklyman, who falls to his knees. Trogador wobbles up and kicks him.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' That's for my tooth, jerk! 

'''REESE:''' Don't waste your breath, he's dead. 

''{Master Z lurches forward, obviously in pain.}'' 

'''MASTER Z:''' He's...not...dead... 

''{Master Z's head falls to the floor and Sticklyman looks up at Trogador. Reese starts to back away. Sticklyman gets on his feet.}'' 

'''STICKLYMAN:''' You think a sword in the chest could bring me down? Just for that, I'm killing all of you... 

''{Sticklyman turns to Reese and starts to run at him. Master Z raises a his other arm and trips Sticklyman. Trogador picks Sticklyman up with one hand.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Go tell your boss that you're done here for all of us. 

'''STICKLYMAN:''' ''{angrily}'' I never lose! 

'''TROGADOR:''' Well, get used to it! 

''{Trogador throws Sticklyman up in the air and whips at him with his tail, throwing him through the ceiling. Everybody runs towards Trogador, including Tampo and Kray from behind.}'' 

'''TAMPO:''' What are you all doing with my house?! 

'''TROGADOR:''' Don't worry, Tampo, there won't be anymore assassins coming around, I'm quitting the team. 

'''REESE:''' What?! You can't do that! 

'''TROGADOR:''' Do you want that guy to come back and kill you? 

'''REESE:''' Oh, well, putting it that way, you can quit, sure. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Great! Somebody take Z to the hospital, his arm looks broken. 

'''CLYDE:''' And sounded broken! That was awesome. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Yeah, that was pretty cool. 

''{Kray walks over and drags Master Z offscreen.}'' 

'''DREW:''' So, Mr. Trogador what have you learned? 

'''TROGADOR:''' I've learned that maybe too much fame is a bad thing when it comes to assassins! 

'''JOHN:''' And maybe you'll be sure to keep your ego in check next time? 

'''TROGADOR:''' Well, John, I guess I'll have to. I might be a god, but I'm not invincible! 

''{Everybody starts laughing. A few seconds in Trogador starts yelling in pain, his palm on his cheek.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' ''Wow''! That ''hurts''! 

'''CLYDE:''' Man up, toughie. 

''{Clyde smacks Trogador in the face and everybody but Trogador starts laughing again. The screen fades to black with a sitcom theme playing.}'' 

'''THE END''' 

==Fun Facts==
*The mustache Trogador coughs up is another reference to former castmember Peevesly, the poltergeist butler.
*Trogador using the word "glib" is a reference to Tom Cruise calling Matt Lauer glib or something one time. I don't get it either, don't worry
*"That's my bread and butter you're messing with" is a cleaned up version of the character Charles Ofdensen's signature line from the series Metalocalypse. Both characters are managers.

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Talk:Power Rangers Wiki Force

2009-08-25T00:01:51Z

The Noid: furthermore

I thought we all agreed there'd be no more of this shizza -- {{User:NachoMan/sig}} 23:54, 24 August 2009 (UTC)
:leave

:just leave and never come back -- {{User:Badstar/sig}}

......... - {{User:MelonDemon43/sig}} 00:00, 25 August 2009 (UTC)
:Says the kid on their 8th account ''reading Bleach manga'' {{User:The Noid/sig}} 00:01, 25 August 2009 (UTC)

I for one think this is an awesome premise {{User:The Noid/sig}} 00:01, 25 August 2009 (UTC)

Jaro Emails Temporary Wiki User Wiki Page Woot

2009-08-24T01:56:11Z

The Noid: /* Inbox */

This is the page for all the jaro emails I may write while the purge is going on

Also for any emails anyone would like to send me

== Emails ==

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<div>Subject:Jaro's Emails</div>

46. - [[/enslavement|Enslavement]] 
45. - [[/virus|Virus]] 
44. - [[/cheatball|Cheatball]] 
43. - [[/clones|Clones]] 
42½ - [[User:NachoMan/Jaro_Emails_Extra_Late_Christmas_Special|Christmas Special]] 

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== Inbox ==

''Please send me emails I need them to write with thx''

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Jaro where is that scarf I bought you for Christmas 
Why don't you wear my presents Jaro 
THIS IS WHY WE DON'T HAVE NICE THINGS 
- Doctor Gorton 

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DEAR BATEMAN
 
I HAVE A RIDDLER FOR YOU
 
http://cache.gizmodo.com/assets/resources/2006/08/riddler.jpg
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Dear Jaro, 
I woke up this morning to find that my hand has turned orange and is pulsating. 
Is this bad, has this happened to you or anybody you know, and how can I remedy this? 
-John B. Poorbt

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Jaro! 
That Chorch guy is pretty suspicious. The other day, I saw him buying, like, 3 boxes of soda and some Mentos. The only conclusion I can make is that it's an assassination plot against either you or Grundy. I think you should spy on him.
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Dear Jaro 
Do you like board games make a board game about you and your friends please 
thanks 
Dinoshizzle

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Dear Jaro, 
If babies come from the stork, where do stork babies come from? 
- 7 years old

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You look like a slinky. Are you a slinky?

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KITTY CATS ARE SO CUTE 
YOU SHOULD GET A KITTY CAT 
<BIG>IT WOULD INCREASE YOUR RATINGS TENFOLD</BIG> 
<BIG><BIG>KITTY CATS LIKE FISH</BIG></bIG> 
<BIG><BIG><BIG>FLUFFLY CATS</BIG></BIG></BIG> 
<BIG><BIG><BIG><BIG>KITTY CATS ARE SO CUTE</BIG></BIG></BIG></BIG>

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<div>RE: Balloons?</div>
Maybe.

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IN 3D

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Dear Jaro, 
You have unsightly blemishes all over your face! Maybe you should take care of those. Zits, moles, birthmarks, caked-on mud — it's hideous!

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IT BEEN A NIGHT DAY'S HARD

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wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka you suck wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka

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Greeting Jaro, 
Inquiry or statement!/./? Further elaboration of previous sentence optional!/./? 
Sign off, 
Name

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Dear Grundy, 
That Jaro guy sure is jerk, huh? I think you should probably boot him off the show and make it Grundy Emails.
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Dear Jaro, 
That Grundy guy is just slowing you down! If it weren't for him, you could be world-famous by now! And the wealth... oh the wealth!
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Dear Chorch, 
Those two idiots are always screwing you up, and now they're hating each other. Maybe you should run away why they're not looking? I'm sure you could be very successful.

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You guys should start a rock band! 
 
 
Yeah!

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Help me Jaro! I forgot how to count!

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Help me, Obi-wan Kajaro.

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kitty cats

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Have you ever been to Heaven? What is it like? What about Hell?

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<big><big><big><big><big><big><big><big><big>Literature?</big></big></big></big></big></big></big></big></big>

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Dear Jaro, 
Hello! You sure are interesting. Would you like to come on my late-night interview show 2 days from now? 
— HyphenBot 8.01.12

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do you ever just go on long car rides in the country and hope you pick up a hitchhiker and when and if you do MURDER THEM 
love strohm 
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Cowboys 
OR 
Indians 
PICK A SIDE 

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fly me 2 da mooooooooooon 
Ever been there? 
I heard it's nice 
But Venus is where the real tourist destinations are at. 
Check it out broski 
- Lex 
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Good news, everyone! 
I've just OH MY GOD 
JESUS ATCHE CHRIST 
GTFI AND ''QUICK'' 
- Doc Dougie

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I'm on a boat and it's going fast 
and I'm the king of the world on a 
boat like Leo take your email show 
to a boat next email 
- Brooks 
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Other Character Email Trogador RELOADED BIZNATCH/shorts

2009-08-24T01:34:24Z

The Noid: Created page with '''{cut to black screen that says "IN A.D 30X8". The screen then changes it's text it to "THE PURGE IS TAKING WAY TOO GORRAM LONG AND NOID IS ANGRY AND WANTS TO WRITE TROGADOR EMA...'

''{cut to black screen that says "IN A.D 30X8". The screen then changes it's text it to "THE PURGE IS TAKING WAY TOO GORRAM LONG AND NOID IS ANGRY AND WANTS TO WRITE TROGADOR EMAILS BUT FORGOT TO SAVE HIS INBOX SO NOW HE HAS TO MAKE THESE LITTLE TOONS. THAT DRAGON I DIDN'T EVEN MENTION IS..." The words disappear, and TROGADOR in orange letters appears. Below are the options "START GAME", "SECRET CODE WORD", and "OPTIONAL OPTIONS". The first set of words light up, and we get taken to this screen....}'' 

===Trogador Discovers Indie Music===

''{cut to The Living Room (this is after Revolution by the way). Trogador is watching TV when Kray comes in, wearing headphones.}'' 

'''KRAY:''' ''{in a half singsong half scream}'' Abe Lincoln's got a brand new bag! We just throw him around and expect him to stack! 

'''TROGADOR:''' Kray! 

'''KRAY:''' ''{takes off headphones}'' Yeh? 

'''TROGADOR:''' What are you listening to? 

'''KRAY:''' The Rust Scene's new a'bum, ''Lock Your Doors, Because Your Key's Under the Welcome Mat''. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Is that some new punk sensation? 

'''KRAY:''' Nah, ah've moved on from that. 

'''TROGADOR:''' ''{gasps}'' You abandoned punk? For this Crusty Seam? 

'''KRAY:''' Tha's The Rust Scene, Trog. An' it's a lot better than anythin' Ronnie Totten put out! 

'''TROGADOR:''' What's it called, anyways?

'''KRAY:''' They call it indie rock. 'Ere, 'ave a listen. 

''{Kray takes off the headphones. Trogador puts them on. Generic indie rock starts to play, so imagine lots of acoustic melodies! His eyes widen and turn a light shade of puce. His mouth hangs open, and the screen starts to twist diagonally, until it is in a spiral resembling some 19th century agnostic poet, take your pick. Cut to a black and white field. Kray is drumming in slow motion while Trogador stands behind him. They are both in color. Suddenly, Trogador blows fire all over Kray, who continues drumming. Everything goes into slow-mo, and we say Kray burning as he continues to drum. Trogador stands at the side, watching it. Cut back to the living room. Trogador is now wearing a brown beanie hat designed to look like it has glasses on it and a blue flannel jacket.}'' 

'''KRAY:''' Pretty good, eh? 

'''TROGADOR:''' What the-where did I get these clothes? 

'''KRAY:''' You've always been wearin' 'em, Trog. Always. 

'''TROGADOR:''' No, I'm pretty sure- 

'''KRAY:''' ''Always.'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Um...okay. Well, it's actually kind of uncomfortable so I'm taking it off. 

''{Trogador unzips the flannel jacket, actually unzipping himself. Clyde hovers out of this Trogador carcass.}'' 

'''CLYDE:''' Noid didn't know where to go from the last ten lines or so. 

''{Ba-dum tish}'' 

===Tampo's Exchange===

''{cut to a disgusting back alley. It's a standard disgusting back alley - overflowing trash cans, gang tags, all the stuff. After a few seconds of nothing, Tampo hovers down to the right, carrying a suitcase. Trogador flaps down and stands next to him.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Ummm, Tampo, you said we were going to pick up Blubbo's. Not go loiter around in some crime scene. 

'''TAMPO:''' What? Oh, this is just some...business I've been meaning to get around to. I figured that since we were in the neighborhood, you wouldn't mind. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Oh, well...that makes sense, then. You have a friend that lives here? 

'''TAMPO:''' ''{turns around, looking insulted}'' In a back alley? What do you think I am, somebody that associates with the homeless? 

'''TROGADOR:''' I don't mean any offense, but a giant brain that occasionally drips ''{points to pink puddle beneath Tampo that just appeared}'' doesn't make me think upper society. 

'''TAMPO:''' That was just ''cold.'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Yeah, well, you've been pretty cold this entire night! First you wouldn't let me change the radio station - on ''my'' TrogPilot, might I add - 

'''TAMPO:''' You just don't appreciate the beauty in a bass guitar. I thought that a musician would understand it, but ''noooo''... 

'''TROGADOR:''' I think the bass is fine, but that doesn't mean we need to listen to a station of just basslines! 

''{Suddenly, a van pulls up, blinking it's lights at Tampo and Trogador.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' This your friend? 

'''TAMPO:''' Yeah. Now, we need to make one thing clear - keep your mouth shut about this, ''capice''? 

'''TROGADOR:''' Sure thing, Harvax. 

''{The lights on the car turn off. A few seconds later, Bubs steps out, carrying two suitcases. Clyde is behind him, holding a large rifle.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Clyde? I didn't know you got your gun license! 

'''TAMPO:''' Are you ''serious''?! 
'''CLYDE:''' Trog, man, what are you doing here! 

'''BUBS:''' Looks like our gunmen have broken the first rule of etiquette, Tamps! 

'''TROGADOR:''' Gunmen? Tampo, what's going on... 

'''BUBS:''' You didn't tell your gunman? Geez, no wonder he's so rude! 

'''TAMPO:''' ''{sighs}'' Trogador, this is a deal. I am a dealer. 

'''TROGADOR:''' What is it...power crunches? Don't tell me you're selling crunches, Tampo... 

'''TAMPO:''' What? Why would I be doing something illegal with you around? 

''{Bubs open his suitcases to show a bunch of snack packs of pudding.}'' 

'''BUBS:''' We're sellin' pudding! 

'''TROGADOR:''' Uhh...I'm pretty sure that's not illegal. 

'''CLYDE:''' Just because it's illegal doesn't mean you can't get popped for holding some. Know what I'm saying? 

'''TROGADOR:''' You know, Clyde, I'm a little curious as to why you're with Bubs... 

'''CLYDE:''' There's a lot you'd be curious about with me. I moonlight as a hired gun occasionally. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Yeah, but there was that business with the breaking-into-his-store and everything... 

'''BUBS:''' Aw, I let byrons be byrons, Dragon! Bubs doesn't hold a grudge! 

'''TAMPO:''' Now that we have all the personals out of the way, can we finally get this transaction completed? 

'''BUBS:''' Sure, Brain. Go get your other suitcase. 

'''TAMPO:''' ''Other'' suitcase? I only brought one. 

'''BUBS:''' What?! Did you not pay attention in algebra? I got two suitcases full o' pudding and you only bring one suitcase full o' cash? 

'''TAMPO:''' I'm almost positive you're getting more than the pudding is worth here. 

'''BUBS:''' And I'm pretty positive you don't understand ratios! 

''{Suddenly, gunshots fire out from above. Everybody looks up and ducks down.}'' 

'''CLYDE:''' Aw, man, not again... 

'''TROGADOR:''' ''{shouting}'' Hey! I will let you know that I am a licensed Defen- 

''{The shots fire at Trogador, who runs and hides behind the van. Clyde and Bubs hop on on his tail.}'' 

'''BUBS:''' Skedaddle, Dragon! 
'''CLYDE:''' To the warehouse, go go go! 

''{Trogador flies off. Tampo quickly hovers after him.}'' 

'''TAMPO:''' Oh, I am so kicking you out of my house! 

''{Shots continue to be fired until Tampo is offscreen. A few seconds later, 1-Up runs next to the van, in full Rambo garb. He surveys the scene for a while before resting up against the van.}'' 

'''1-UP:''' Next time, Gadget. 

''{1-Up walks up to a pudding cup that fell out. He crushes it with his foot.}'' 

'''1-UP:''' ''Next time.''

Other Character Email Trogador RELOADED BIZNATCH/virus

2009-08-24T01:34:01Z

The Noid: Created page with ''''The New Trogador Adventures''' '''Episode 027: Virus''' When Trogador falls ill, a trip to the hospital may or may not be all that helpful. Meanwhile, Clyde becomes the n...'

'''The New Trogador Adventures''' 

'''Episode 027: Virus'''
When Trogador falls ill, a trip to the hospital may or may not be all that helpful. Meanwhile, Clyde becomes the new star of the household. 

==Transcript==

{cut to black screen that says "IN A.D 30X8". The screen then changes it's text it to "A DRAGON COPIES THE B-PLOT TO A SIMPSONS EPISODE. THAT DRAGON IS..." The words disappear, and TROGADOR in orange letters appears. Below are the options "START GAME", "SECRET CODE WORD", and "OPTIONAL OPTIONS". The first set of words light up, and we get taken to this screen....}'' 

''{cut to The Living Room. Trogador and John are sitting on the couch, watching TV.}'' 

'''TELEVISION:''' ''{various high pitched blips}'' 

'''JOHN:''' Uhh. Trogador. 

'''TROGADOR:''' ''{turns head}'' Yeah? 

'''JOHN:''' What exactly are we watching? 

'''TROGADOR:''' I'm not very sure myself. It's just on to have a cold opener so I don't begin right away with an email. 

''{Trogador takes the remote and turns the TV off.}'' 

'''JOHN:''' Didn't you use that joke already? 

'''TROGADOR:''' I don't know. I really don't have any means of looking that up. 

''{Trogador and John both look sternly at the camera for a second. They then look back at each other.}'' 

'''JOHN:''' It's been a while since you did an email, come to mention it. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Yeah, business has been a little slow. Ever since I endorsed the Cornballer... 

''{Whatever I said the TrogPilot sound effect was is heard.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Oh hey, speak of the devil! 

''{Trogador takes out the TrogPilot.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Bem bem bem bem bem bem bem bem bem bem bem bem bem bem! Email's on the ''fiiiire'', TROGADOR!'' 

EMAIL HEREEEEEEEE

'''TROGADOR:''' What? I don't really understand this. 

'''JOHN:''' Let me have a look. 

''{Trgador shows John the TrogPilot. He then gasps and slaps it out of Trogador's hand.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Hey, what was that for?! 

'''JOHN:''' ''{distancing self from Trogador}'' You need to get your hands off that! You could have a virus! 

'''TROGADOR:''' What? I didn't know you can get that from email... 

'''JOHN:''' Well you can! I should know, I'm a doctor! Or something like that. 

''{Trogador starts to cough loudly. John panics and runs over to him. Trogador falls off of the couch and we cut to an overhead shot. He lays on the floor while Trogador is screaming. All of a sudden it cuts to black and we see Trogador's eyes. The email song is playing in the background. Trogador is flying in a plane of apparent black nothingness, aside from a giant skeleton and some illustrations of organs flying around. This montage that you're supposed to imagine yourself, okay, continues for a little while until the background shifts to a river. The music stops.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' What's the deal with the river? 

''{A Greggo with an unkept beard, a blazer one size too small, and a cane limps on screen.}'' 

'''GREGGO:''' It means you're incapable of carrying children. 

''{The scene abruptly shifts to a hospital room. Trogador is laying in a bed, holding a clipboard. The Greggo is next to him.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' What? Who are you? 

'''GREGGO:''' I'm Dr. Winston. John Winston. That's J-O-H-N, by the- 

''{A Jaro wearing a white coat hops into the room.}'' 

'''WINSTON:''' ''Cottage''! 

'''COTTAGE:''' Aww, poo. You just had to go and ruin another lawsuit, didn't you? 

'''TROGADOR:''' Uhh, hey, what's going on? I can't process all these minor character introductions at once. 

'''WINSTON:''' I apologize for Dr. Cottage's...''bedside manner''. I'm Dr. Winston and hopefully you won't be seeing me. 

'''COTTAGE:''' Oh no, we don't need your insight here, Winnie. This is worse than your typical, run-of-the-mill robot cancer. 

'''TROGADOR:''' My condition is worse than robot cancer? I didn't even know robot cancer existed! 

'''WINSTON:''' Yeah, neither do most people. That's probably why I have a lot of time to spend on other doctor's cases... 

'''COTTAGE:''' Miss Ador, of course it's worse than robot cancer. It's...''{looks at clipboard}'' email flu? Get out of here, you junkie. 

'''TROGADOR:''' This is like the eight time I've had to say "what?!"! 

'''WINSTON:''' Cottage... 

'''COTTAGE:''' Email flu hasn't been sighted in 30 years, and it was halfway across the world. Now, unless you've been to some exotic locales lately... 

'''TROGADOR:''' I was frozen alive in the Ice Zone for a while... 

'''COTTAGE:''' Well, then I might actually be onto something with you being unable to carry a child. Good thing too - all the pills you'd pop would really mess the kid up. 

'''TROGADOR:''' I'm not a junkie, I'm a licensed defender! 

'''COTTAGE:''' So you mean to say you've ''never'' taken Power Crunches? 

'''TROGADOR:''' Well...uh...we all do things we aren't proud of...maybe to lose weight... 

'''COTTAGE:''' Oh, so now you're bulemic too? I already had this case, get out of here. 

'''TROGADOR:''' But- 

''{cut to outside the hospital. Trogador sits on a bench, sighing heavily. Winston walks up to him.}'' 

'''WINSTON:''' Listen, Mr. Ador, I'm sorry for my friend's behavior...again...now, let's just go back to your room. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Yeah, that sounds- 

''{All of a sudden, Trogador falls off the bench and start coughing up blood. The camera gets very shaky. Winston is holding him down when Cottage pulls up in a motorcycle.}'' 

'''COTTAGE:''' Aw, Winner, they always just have to cough up blood... 

''{cut to a hallway in The Warehouse. Kray is walking down it, looking around. He gets to a door and opens it. Drew is also looking around in this closet.}'' 

'''DREW:''' Oh, hello Kray! 

'''KRAY:''' Drew? What're ye doing here? 

'''DREW:''' Looking for Mr. Trogador. I figured he might be playing hide and seek... 

'''KRAY:''' Hey, ah'm lookin' for him too! Can't seem to find 'em anywhere... 

''{Clyde comes up out of a hatch in the closet floor.}'' 

'''CLYDE:''' What the-''{yelling down}'' Code Jericho! 

'''DREW:''' Clyde, we're not going to spoil whatever illicit activities you have going on down there...although, I think it's fair for you to know that He does not approve. 

'''CLYDE:''' Tch, like I care. I'm rebellious like that. Anyways, what are you bums doing in here? 

'''KRAY:''' Lookin' for Trogador. 

'''CLYDE:''' Did you check the kitchen? Or the dining room? You can definitely cross out the gym... 

'''DREW:''' Aw, come on, Clyde, that's mean. 

'''CLYDE:''' Like I said, rebellious! Regardless, I know just how we can locate Trogador. 

''{cut to Clyde's room, which is a carbon copy of his room in The Temple. I forget what it looks like, CAN'T LOOK IT UP, so you do it. It's in, like, [[other Character Email Trogador/island|this one]] I think. Clyde is sitting at a desk with his laptop out. Kray and Drew stand behind him.}'' 

'''CLYDE:''' You see, John secretly had trackers installed in all of us, except we aren't supposed to know about it. He runs it on a secret program in his computer that I stole. Which he also doesn't know about. 

'''DREW:''' Exciting! 

'''CLYDE:''' I can only access it from the Internet, though, so just give me one second... 

''{Clyde clicks his mouse a few times and types on his keyboard for a second. He then looks up at the monitor and his eyes become very large. He gasps loudly and then squeals.}'' 

'''KRAY:''' What? What is it? Did ye find him? 

'''CLYDE:''' No, no, better! 

'''DREW:''' The Purge passed?! 

'''CLYDE:''' ''No''... 

''{Clyde turns around.}'' 

'''CLYDE:''' I'm on the ''front page of Xlogger!'' 

'''DREW:''' ''{mumbling}'' Dirty bots... 
'''KRAY:''' Wha? 

'''KRAY:''' What's a, uh, Slogga? 

'''CLYDE:''' Xlogger is a massive conspiracy on the Internet wherein people like me get to control the masses through things called blogs. Because when it's endgame, you better have an army behind you. And I'm on the ''front page!'' 

''{Crickets chirp.}'' 

'''CLYDE:''' ''Front page!'' 

''{Crickets chirp louder.}'' 

'''CLYDE:''' I'm on the- 

''{The camera pans over a little and Master Z is standing there, coughing.}'' 

'''MASTER Z:''' Euch...it hurts my throat to do that after a while... 

'''CLYDE:''' Z, Z! You'll never believe it! I'm on the front page of Xlogger! 

'''MASTER Z:''' Yes, that's important...anyways, I believe you're looking for our big red friend? 

'''CLYDE:''' Pff. "Big". 
'''DREW:''' Yes, as a matter of fact! 

'''DREW:''' Do you know where he is? 

'''MASTER Z:''' John informed he's in the hospital. Came down with "email virus" or something like that. 

'''CLYDE:''' Why are we still talking about that has-been? Is ''he'' on the front page of Xlogger? 

'''MASTER Z:''' No, but I fail to- 

'''CLYDE:''' Exactly. 

''{Master Z sighs and leaves the room. Drew and Kray follow. When everybody is gone, Clyde looks around, and then pulls out a hand mirror, looking into it.}'' 

'''CLYDE:''' Hello, Miss. You've probably seen me before - I'm on the front page of Xlogger. ''I'm a big deal.'' 

''{cut to Trogador laying on a hospital bed in a dark room, with his eyes shut. A few seconds pass and his eyes open. He blinks a couple times and looks around. The camera zooms out to show Cottage observing him from behind a window in a room above him.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Ugh...what just happened...and why does everything taste like...''{clicks tongue}'' hand...sanitizer? 

'''COTTAGE:''' Oh, I'm sorry, do you prefer dragon's blood? 

'''TROGADOR:''' Well, I owe a lot to dragon's blood...more than hand sanitizer, anyways. 

'''COTTAGE:''' To answer your question, you were off being a junkie on a bench outside the hospital when you decided to cough blood all over my motorcycle. And I already spent enough on my mid-life crisis, thanks. 

''{Cottage takes out a small container and shoves some tiny Power Crunches in his mouth.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' What...what is that?! 

'''COTTAGE:''' Power Crunches. Why's it relevant? 

'''TROGADOR:''' You...you were just chastising me for being a junkie! 

'''COTTAGE:''' ''{bangs cane on window}'' A''ha''! So you admit it, finally. 

'''TROGADOR:''' No, no! That was just a poor choice of words... 

'''COTTAGE:''' Oh, it's okay, no need to cover it up. Everybody lies, you know. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Well yeah...but I'm not a junkie! I only took Power Crunches like once! And then there was some stuff with Greg Allman back in the day...I don't really know what that was though... 

''{Trogador starts to stroke his chin.}'' 

'''COTTAGE:''' Well, while you ponder your life as a groupie for old bearded has-beens, how about you read these test results. 

''{Cottage smashes the glass and throws a clipboard down at Trogador. He reads it.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Hey, this says I tested negative for any drugs in my system! 

'''COTTAGE:''' Well, then it's wrong. 

'''TROGADOR:''' You know, I'm not gonna take this from somebody like you, Cottage. You should be ashamed of yourself. 

'''COTTAGE:''' Oh, Winner, not this crap again. Are you gonna lead a crusade against me too? Last time I checked, there wasn't a thermometer in your- 

'''TROGADOR:''' I'm not gonna turn you in because you're apparently brilliant or something like that. 

'''COTTAGE:''' That explanation was phoned-in. 

'''TROGADOR:''' I got the script like, forty minutes ago. 

'''COTTAGE:''' Ah, well, if you want a job done right, don't have a morbidly obese dragon do it! Now...let's get some surgery done... 

'''TROGADOR:''' ''What?!'' What in Winner's name do I need surgery for? 

'''COTTAGE:''' Hm. Mostly fun. But also kicks, because I get off on being a serial killer. 

'''TROGADOR:''' ''{yelling}'' I want a new doctor! 

'''COTTAGE:''' Tch, yeah, okay, like that'll work. 

''{Cottage hops down and takes out a small switchblade. He shuffles up to Trogador, who is very nervous.}'' 

'''COTTAGE:''' The more you squirm, the more it'll hurt... 

''{Trogador closes his eyes and starts to shake. Cottage raises the switchblade above his neck before putting it back in his blazer and chuckling.}'' 

'''COTTAGE:''' Dragons... 

''{Cottage shuffles off. Trogador opens his eyes and looks around.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Oh, Winner, no...what am I doing in Hell...this doesn't even fit my backstory... 

''{cut to The Living Room. Tampo is watching TV when Clyde hovers in. He stops and looks at Tampo.}'' 

'''CLYDE:''' ''{loudly}'' Uhh. What. 

'''TAMPO:''' Hmm? ''{turns}'' What did you say? 

'''CLYDE:''' What are you doing in my seat? 

'''TAMPO:''' Your seat? Listen, Clyde, this is my house, and you should be lucky I let you- 

'''CLYDE:''' I'm lucky?! You're lucky I even let you see my face without charging you, plus shipping and handling. 

'''TAMPO:''' Ooh, somebody's hot stuff! What did you do, get to level 80 on Realm of Revengeance? 

'''CLYDE:''' Tch, yeah, like thirty times. But that's not why I'm amazing. I'm on the front page of Xlogger. 

''{Crickets chirp. The camera pans over and Master Z is standing there, making the noise. Random minions are watching him.}'' 

'''JARO:''' ''{somehow claps}'' That's brilliant! 
'''CHORCH:''' Wooo! 

'''MASTER Z:''' Thank you, thank you. 

'''CHORCH:''' Have you ever considered going on late night television? I'd watch. 

'''JARO:''' I would too. 

'''MASTER Z:''' My agent actually ''did'' bring that up to me, now that you mention it. 

'''CLYDE:''' ''{chuckling}'' Ahh, Z, Z, Z...so young and naive... 

'''MASTER Z:''' Hmm? Don't you have autographs to be signing, bigshot? 

'''CLYDE:''' Not for another ten minutes. You should really heed my advice, Z. I've been in this game for a long time. I've seen ups and downs in my career - mostly ups though. And you just remind me of a younger...less successful version of myself... 

'''MASTER Z:''' Oh, that's ''it''. We're going to test how much of a celebrity you truly are, right now. We're going to the city and taking a little tour. 

'''CLYDE:''' ''{sighs}'' Let me get my pen... 

''{Clyde runs out.}'' 

'''TAMPO:''' What is this going to accomplish, can I ask? 

'''MASTER Z:''' Nothing, just have to connect the b-plot to the a-plot. 

'''JARO:''' Speaking of! 

''{cut to Trogador laying down in a hospital bed. He is playing a game on his TrogPilot. Cottage hobbles in and smacks it out of his hand with his cane.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Hey, come on, doc... 

'''COTTAGE:''' I already told you, Miss, and I really don't want to again. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Why do you have to be so insulting all the time? What's the matter? Parents didn't love you? Ex-girlfriend dump you for a guy in a wheelchair? Or is it the pills? 

'''COTTAGE:''' Oh, wow, witty. Not sure how I'm gonna be able to fire back on that one! 

'''TROGADOR:''' Can we just get to the part that you came in here for? 

'''COTTAGE:''' Just came to tell you that all the tests came back negative, again. Looks like we're screwed here! 

'''TROGADOR:''' Is this serious? I thought it was like, a cold... 

'''COTTAGE:''' You really don't know what email flu is, do you? 

''{Cottage sighs and shakes his head. He hobbles out of the room and Trogador scoffs.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' I'm going to Sacred Heart next time. 

''{cut to the hospital cafeteria. Winston is sitting at a table, eating his lunch. Cottage hobbles over and sits down next to him. He takes some of his food and starts to eat it.}'' 

'''WINSTON:''' I take it your case isn't any closer to being solved? 

'''COTTAGE:''' Nope. He's got a case of email flu and we can't figure out where it came from. Doomed to just keep on getting it forever. Or something. 

'''WINSTON:''' Wait...you already knew it was email flu? 

'''COTTAGE:''' Well of course I did. You were there, you should. 

'''WINSTON:''' It means he got it from his computer in an email! 

'''COTTAGE:''' Tch. Where's the fun in that? 

'''WINSTON:''' You know, this is why you should really talk to Nooke about getting a diagnostics team... 

'''COTTAGE:''' Fh, I don't need a diagnostics team, and even if I did, the rejects this place would throw at me would give me so much pain no amount of Tortan could subside it. I'd probably end up with some Australian who doesn't show up half the time or some dying floozie or a suicidal Jewish Indian or... 

''{Winston gets a call on his phone and he takes it out and starts talking inaudibly. Cottage is offended.}'' 

'''COTTAGE:''' Oh, yeah, just blow me off, John. I hope you get a disease from tha- 

''{Cottage's jaw hangs open slightly and his gaze is calmed. He gets up from his seat and quickly hobbles away. Cut to Trogador's hospital bed. He is holding the TrogPilot, looking at the camera.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Well Deacon, my personal favorite is- 

''{Cottage hobbles in and smacks the TrogPilot out of his hand with his cane. He then smacks Trogador.}'' 

'''COTTAGE:''' I thought I told you! 

'''TROGADOR:''' What is ''so'' bad about using my TrogPilot? 

'''COTTAGE:''' I dunno, maybe the fact that it gave you a disease? 

'''TROGADOR:''' What? Oh, yeah, I got this email and then it all happened. I thought you knew that? 

'''COTTAGE:''' Um. No. 

'''TROGADOR:''' To be honest with you I'm not even feeling sick at all. I thought there was some undiagnosed problem you discovered while running a test or something, prolonging my stay... 

'''COTTAGE:''' No...I was diagnosing your email flu. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Does that mean I can go? 

'''COTTAGE:''' Yeah. Sure. Whatever. 

''{Trogador mumbles something to himself and gets out of the bed. He picks up the TrogPilot and walks out of his room.}'' 

'''COTTAGE:''' If only I could have kept him a little longer...Nooke is gonna be so mad... 

''{Cottage chuckles and hobbles out of the room. Cut to The Living Room. Drew and John are watching TV when Trogador walks in.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Hey guys. I'm back from the hospital. 

'''JOHN:''' Oh, hey. Did it all go well? 

'''TROGADOR:''' My doctor was a drug addicted jerk who I suspect was just manipulating everybody around me to make me stay longer so he didn't need to work. 

'''DREW:''' Probably a robot... 

'''JOHN:''' You bump into Clyde or Z? 

'''TROGADOR:''' Nah. I didn't see them. 

'''DREW:''' Hey, yeah? Where are they? Shouldn't we get that tied up? 

'''TROGADOR:''' ''{long wince}'' Hmmmm, yeah.... 

'''JOHN:''' Eh.... 

''{John and Trogador both shake their heads.}'' 

'''THE END''' 

==Fun Facts==
*The Simpsons episode I stole the plot of the [[Other Character Email Trogador/treehouse|last email]] from is $pringfield. Which is the one with the casino and all and yeah, you get it.
*If you don't understand the Cornballer joke then you're part of the problem
*The song Trogador sings is ''Teardrop'' by Massive Attack which is the theme for House. In fact most of this email is a House reference.
*Trogador previously took Power Crunches to lose weight in [[Other Character Email Trogador/fat|email 14]].
*The Purge that Drew is referring to is not the same Purge that we all know and love, it's Mayorbot's plan to destroy all robots in the forum exclusive email written during the early stages of The Purge.

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'''The New Trogador Adventures''' 

'''Episode 026: Treehouse'''
Trogador and his friends settle into Tampo's, but a certain someone's just not feeling it. 

==Transcript==

''{cut to black screen that says "IN A.D 30X8". The screen then changes its text it to "A DRAGON AND HIS FRIENDS GOT FROZED. THAT DRAGON IS..." The words disappear, and TROGADOR in orange letters appears. Below are the options "START GAME", "SECRET CODE WORD", and "OPTIONAL OPTIONS". The first set of words light up, and we get taken to this screen....}''

''{cut to Trogador's Nest. This nest is a little smaller than his last one, and the room is steel with no windows. Trogador throws a suitcase onto his nest.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' There, all packed! 

''{Tampo hovers in.}'' 

'''TAMPO:''' Hello, Trogador. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Hey, Tampo, I like my room! Thanks again for- 

'''TAMPO:''' You don't have to thank me every time you see me, idiot. Now follow me, I'll show you around the Warehouse. 

''{cut to a steel hallway. Trogador and Tampo walk and hover down it.}'' 

'''TAMPO:''' First things first, the floors. Ground flloor, living areas. Second floor, bedrooms. Third floor, minion storage. There's lots of stuff in the attic, not sure what...and the basement is our laboratory. 

''{The camera pans back to show John behind them.}'' 

'''JOHN:''' There's a lab here? 

'''TAMPO:''' The Minions have always been proud of their- 

'''TROGADOR:''' Who are The Minions? 

'''TAMPO:''' Oh, yes, The Minions is my, eh, organization. I've been doing my off-the-record work under their header. Anyways, the Minions have always been proud of their advancements in science technology. 

'''JOHN:''' Can we go there next on the tour? 

'''TAMPO:''' Of course. 

''{cut to The Lab. It is a huge green room with tables and computers everywhere. Several doors are found along the walls, and a scarecrow is hovering inside a glass case. A Chorch in a labcoat is mixing chemicals over a sink. John walks up to him.}'' 

'''JOHN:''' So, what are you mixing? 

'''CHORCH:''' I don't know. Let's find out! 

''{The Chorch mixes the chemicals and throws the beakers up into the air. They merge into one beaker, and a scarecrow slips out of the beaker, yelling garbed Spanish.}'' 

'''CHORCH:''' Not again! 

''{The Chorch shoos it away with a broom and hovers back over to John. He shakes John's hand.}'' 

'''CHORCH:''' Dr. Damien. I'm the head of the Science Department around here. 

'''JOHN:''' My name's John. I'm just a scientist. What's with the scarecrows? 

'''TAMPO:''' Damien here has been tasked with creating the perfect man, so that we can sell him to various militaries around the planet. 

'''DR. DAMIEN:''' Yes, well, I'll get there soon, I can feel a breakthrough coming! 

'''TAMPO:''' That's what you've been saying for 8 years, Damien. You can stop pretending now. 

'''DR. DAMIEN:''' ''{sighs in relief}'' Oh, thank you, thank you... 

''{A tazer flies out at Trogador and John. They fall to the ground, visibily being electrocuted. It stops and the camera pans over. A Kolkaryu hovers there, holding a tazer gun.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' What the crap is this?! 

'''KOLKARYU:''' Mr. Tampo sir I have apprehended the intruders ''sir''! 

'''TAMPO:''' Steve, these aren't intruders. Say hello to your new housemates, Trogador and John. 

'''STEVE:''' I apologize, Trogador and John. Mr. Tampo sir, are there any other new housemates? 

'''TAMPO:''' Well, let's see, there's a pigman, a ghost, a mothman, and a white guy. 

'''STEVE:''' Mmmmmm is the pigman named Crow? 

'''TAMPO:''' Something like that. 

''{Steve quickly flies off.}'' 

'''JOHN:''' Who's that? 

'''TAMPO:''' That's Steve. He runs security around here. 

'''TROGADOR:''' ''Homeschool Winner'', where do you get those tazers? The Uneccessarily High Voltage Zone? 

''{cut to The Vault Room. A Browntant wearing a fur coat and sitting on a golden throne is watching television in the center. Other than that, it is your standard, empty stone room. Tampo and Trogador poke their heads in.}'' 

'''TAMPO:''' Gregory, this is Trogador. Trogador, this is gregory, my treasurer. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Nice to meet you, Gre- 

'''GREGORY:''' Not in the middle of the game! 

'''TAMPO:''' Gregory, where'd all the funds go? 

'''GREGORY:''' Hmm? Oh. One of those, uh, one of those Chorches knocked me out and when I woke up it was all gone. 

'''TAMPO:''' ''{angrily}'' ''Bueregard''. 

''{Tampo hovers out.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' That's a nice TV. 

'''GREGORY:''' Thanks, I got it by wiring funds out of the brain's bank account. 

'''TROGADOR:''' What? 

'''GREGORY:''' What? 

''{cut to The Living Room. It is pretty much the same as the last living room except the walls are silver. A Greggo sits on the couch. Trogador and Tampo are walking/hovering through.}'' 

'''TAMPO:''' This is my butler, Sebastian. Sebastian, don't you have cleaning? 

'''SEBASTIAN:''' Maybe you should hire a maid! Maybe ''then'' I'd have incentive to get off a' this couch! 

'''TAMPO:''' ''{chuckles}'' Good ol' Sebastian. 

''{A missile flies through from the ceiling to the floor. A Jaro jumps down from the hole in the ceiling and onto the floor.}'' 

'''TAMPO:''' Um. Nathaniel, why did you shoot a missile through the ceiling? 

'''NATHANIEL:''' Testing. 

'''TAMPO:''' Trogador, this is Nathaniel. Nathaniel is my second in command, and when I die from being a floating brain, Nathaniel will take my place. 

'''NATHANIEL:''' Is this the great Trogador I have heard so much about? Fool, you might have fought off plasma demons and dictators hellbent on destruction, but they hold no candle to I. You slip up, I will hang your head on a flag and proudly wave it outside. 

'''TAMPO:''' ''{whispers}'' He says to everybody. 

''{cut to The Backyard. It's your standard backyard. Master Z is in a lawn chair, reading a book. Trogador walks up to him.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Hey Z, what are you doing? 

'''MASTER Z:''' ''{rolls eyes}'' I'm baking a cake. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Fine, Z, you don't have to insult me, geez! 

'''MASTER Z:''' I'm sorry, Trogador. What do you want? 

'''TROGADOR:''' I dunno, Z. Maybe a T-Cube so I could go back in time and stop Master S from ever attempting the Revolution? I mean, our new house, it's cool and all...but it's not the same as a temple crafted for you by adoring cultists. 

'''MASTER Z:''' What don't you like about here? 

'''TROGADOR:''' There's too many people! I can't walk down a hallway without stepping on some low-grade robot. 

'''MASTER Z:''' You want to be alone, is it? 

'''TROGADOR:''' You know...I think I do. I mean, I haven't had peace in a long time. Even when it was just John, I was still feeling drained. And then Kray crashed into the Temple and we rescued Clyde and I summoned Drew and Z moved in and now I'm surrounded by little steel people....I really just need to get to that peace I had once, you know? 

'''MASTER Z:''' Are you saying you hate all of us and we're slowly killing you? 

'''TROGADOR:''' ''Well''... 

''{The TrogPilot beeps.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Hey, I forgot about the show! 

''{Trogador takes out the TrogPilot.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' I think I'm gonna start a new thing when I start my show, Z. 

'''MASTER Z:''' What's that? 

'''TROGADOR:''' All the other shows open up in song. So I figured...why not mine? 

'''MASTER Z:''' No, wai- 

'''TROGADOR:''' ''My name is'' Trogzula! The mail-rulah! The drag-ula! You wanna check, I'll check it for ya! 

'''MASTER Z:''' ''{sighs heavily}'' 

EMAIL GOES HERE

'''TROGADOR:''' Treehouse, you say, young one? Well, I used to live in a tree when I was a komodo dragon in the 2000's. 

'''MASTER Z:''' I thought you lived in a king's castle? 

'''TROGADOR:''' Something like that. Anyways, I am indifferent on treehouses because I've never been in one. In closing, buy all Trogador related products! 

'''MASTER Z:''' You've never been in a treehouse? 

'''TROGADOR:''' Never seen one, to be honest. 

'''MASTER Z:''' There's one right next to us. 

''{The camera pans over to show a large treehouse a few feet away from where Z is reading.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' That's a treehouse? I assumed it was a pillbox. 

'''MASTER Z:''' What's a pillbox? 

'''TROGADOR:''' Don't you shoot turrets from them? 

'''MASTER Z:''' I refer to those as mortar towers. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Whatever. 

'''MASTER Z:''' Trogador, I think you should go in that treehouse. Like, right now. 

'''TROGADOR:''' You mean so I can be at peace with myself? 

'''MASTER Z:''' Sure, whatever. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Great idea, Z! 

''{Trogador walks up to The Treehouse and climbs the ladder. He goes inside. Inside, it is dimly lit, with no windows. Dust is everywhere. It is empty, save for a table with a duster, two shoeboxes, rubber gloves, and a bathrobe on it.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' This is surprisingly roomy. 

''{Trogador walks over to the table and picks up the duster.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' I guess this is for dusting? 

''{Trogador starts to dust. The screen fades to black. A few seconds later, the words 12 DAYS LATER appear on it. Cut to The Living Room. Kray and Drew are watching TV. John walks in.}'' 

'''JOHN:''' Hey guys, where's Trogador? 

'''KRAY:''' Ah dunnah, ask Drew. 

'''DREW:''' I don't know, ask Clyde. 

''{Clyde and Master Z walk in.}'' 

'''JOHN:''' Hey Clyde, where's Trogador? 

'''CLYDE:''' Fatty? I last saw him hanging out by Pasty. 

'''MASTER Z:''' I last saw him go into the treehouse. 

''{Some dishes are heard crashing. Tampo hovers into the room quickly.}'' 

'''TAMPO:''' Did you just say Trogador went in the ''treehouse''? 

'''MASTER Z:''' Yes, he wanted to be alone. 

'''TAMPO:''' Oh, no no ''no''! You ''idiot''! Why would you do that?! 

'''MASTER Z:''' What? What did I do? 

'''TAMPO:''' That treehouse has some weird...mystical properties, let's say. Lots of black magic and the like. I went in it once and came out an oversized, hovering brain with eyes... 

'''JOHN:''' That's not your origin story. 

'''TAMPO:''' Oh, wait, yeah, that got retconned. Anyways that treehouse is still bad news. 

'''KRAY:''' Izzy dead? 

'''TAMPO:''' Depends. How long has he been up there? 

'''MASTER Z:''' 12 days, give or take. 

'''TAMPO:''' ''12 days?!'' We need to rescue him right now! I have a suit and everything, oxygen tanks, you name it. 

'''CLYDE:''' Since when did you care about Trogador? 

'''TAMPO:''' He pays my rent. 

'''DREW:''' Who's gonna go rescue him? 

'''TAMPO:''' I think Mr. Devil's Advocate over here should do it. 

'''MASTER Z:''' I don't think that's what Devil's Advocate means. 

'''TAMPO:''' See? There you go again, advocatin'. 

'''MASTER Z:''' I wasn't advocating anything- 

'''TAMPO:''' I don't wanna hear it! You're getting in the scuba suit and you're rescuing Trogador! 

''{cut to the entrance of the treehouse. Z toddles through it, wearing a bulky suit with one of those scuba helmets. You know the one I'm talking about.}'' 

'''MASTER Z:''' Trogador, where are you? Troga-Trogador?! Is that you? 

''{The camera pans over to show Trogador dusting the table intensely. He is wearing the red bathrobe, gloves, and has the boxes on his feet. His eyes are all buggy. Z runs up to him and pushes him.}'' 

'''MASTER Z:''' Trogador, you need to get out of here! 

'''TROGADOR:''' Can't leave...so dirty...so very dirty... 

''{Trogador turns around to face Z and gasps. He points at Z.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' You...you're dirty! So incredibly dirty! I must clean you! 

'''MASTER Z:''' Uhh...Trogador...calm down... 

''{Trogador starts to hit Z with the duster.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' ''Dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty!'' 
'''MASTER Z:''' Ow! Stop that! Stop that right now! 

''{Master Z runs out of the treehouse. Cut to The Backyard. Everybody stands around. Master Z enters the scene and takes off his helmet.}'' 

'''JOHN:''' How'd it go? 

'''MASTER Z:''' He beat me with a duster. Clyde, it's go-time. 

''{Clyde takes out a chainsaw and revs it up. He runs forward. The camera pans out to show Clyde hacking and chopping at the treehouse. He cuts through it and it falls over with a crash. A purple gas comes of the stump and briefly turns into a skull before disappearing. Everybody runs up to the wreckage.}'' 

'''DREW:''' Where's Mr. Trogador? Is he okay? 

''{The camera pans back to show Trogador standing behind everybody.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' 'Course I'm okay, Drew. Why's everybody around the treehouse remains? 

'''JOHN:''' Trog, we rescued you from a black magic curse. Don't you remember? 

'''TROGADOR:''' Black magic curse? In the treehouse? But I haven't been in there for like 2 weeks. 

'''TAMPO:''' Are you sure? 

'''TROGADOR:''' Yeah, I've just been swarmed at the office. What's going on? 

'''MASTER Z:''' Trogador, do you have any ''other'' evil brothers out there? Or an imperfect clone? Maybe a mentally ill, cleanliness obsessed clone? 

'''TROGADOR:''' Not that I remember, but I didn't remember the last evil brother I had, so hey, anything's possible! 

'''MASTER Z:''' Well, um...Tampo? 

'''TAMPO:''' No, Z, we're not gonna talk about this. Let's just pretend it never happened. 

''{The camera slowly pans back to a conveniently placed patch of trees behind Tampo's house. Rodagore is laying down with binoculars. The other brother is freaking out behind him at all of the dirt around.}'' 

'''RODAGORE:''' Quiet, Manfredador. You'll be clean soon...we'll both be clean. 

''{Rodagore chuckles to himself.}'' 

'''RODAGORE:''' By that I mean I'll kill Trogador and steal his life. 

''{Rodagore chuckles again.}'' 

'''THE END!''' 

==Fun Facts==
*Trogador's email song is a parody of the theme song for Aqua Teen Hunger Force.
*Trogador's mental state near the end is a direct take-off from Howard Hughes' mental state near the end of his life yes this gets me closer to going to Hell your point
*The first brother Trogador refers to is Rodagore, from [[Other Character Email Trogador/rodagore|the email of the same name]].

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Other Character Email Trogador RELOADED BIZNATCH/terror of the lead singer from KISS

2009-08-24T01:31:42Z

The Noid: Created page with ''''The New Trogador Adventures''' '''Episode 025.5: Terror of the Lead Singer from Kiss''' Clyde buys the new Realm of Revengeance expansion, but becomes outraged with t...'

'''The New Trogador Adventures''' 

'''Episode 025.5: Terror of the Lead Singer from Kiss''' 
Clyde buys the new Realm of Revengeance expansion, but becomes outraged with the changes.

==Transcript==

''{cut to black screen that says "IN A.D 30X8". The screen then changes it's text it to "A DRAGON SAVED THE CITY FROM TOTAL DESTRUCTION AND GOT INTO A CLIMACTIC BATTLE. THAT DRAGON IS..." The words disappear, and TROGADOR in orange letters appears. Below are the options "START GAME", "SECRET CODE WORD", and "OPTIONAL OPTIONS". The first set of words light up, and we get taken to this screen....}'' 

''{cut to Below the Bridge. It is your standard nasty old grody place. Grafitti litters the walls. Trogador is laying down a mat. John walks up to him.}'' 

'''JOHN:''' Hey, Trog, what's the mat for? 

'''TROGADOR:''' Well, Tampo is doing some construction work... 

''{cut to Tampo sitting in front of a TV. He is asleep in a chair with a tv guide on stomach...area. He snores and starts coughing. He stops coughing and starts snoring again.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' ...so I thought, "What better a place to temporarily live in than beneath a bridge?". So here we are! 

'''JOHN:''' Trogador, beneath a bridge is a terrible, terrible place to live. I have firsthand experience! 

'''TROGADOR:''' Hey, you should just be glad we have a bridge over our head! Some people in China don't have anything! 

'''JOHN:''' And we're exactly like them! 

'''TROGADOR:''' Not true! We have a mat. And Clyde has a laptop. 

''{The camera pans right to show Clyde sitting on a dirt mound, typing on his laptop. He looks horrified and distressed.}'' 

'''CLYDE:''' No...no, that's not right! I don't want to explore, no! What? Where am I? PVP only?! What have they done?! 

''{Trogador and John walk up to Clyde.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Clyde, what's wrong? 

'''CLYDE:''' ''{defeated}'' They...they did it. 

'''JOHN:''' Did what? 

'''CLYDE:''' They...they ruined Realm of Revengeance... 

'''TROGADOR:''' What? 

'''CLYDE:''' That game, you know, about the midgets? 

'''TROGADOR:''' The correct term is "little people", Clyde. 

'''CLYDE:''' You played it in your first email? 

'''TROGADOR:''' Oh, yeah, yeah. What did they do? 

'''CLYDE:''' They did EVERYTHING wrong that they possibly could! You see, the old content, ''The Flaming Crusader'', that was just fine. Midgets were midgets, and crusaders partied on decks. But now...this...this abomination... 

''{Clyde holds up a small game box with Gene Simmons sticking his tongue out. Below it is "TERROR OF THE LEAD SINGER FROM KISS".}'' 

'''CLYDE:''' I'm...I'm speechles at just how ''terrible'' this is... 

'''JOHN:''' Clyde, it's just a game. 

''{Clyde gasps and Trogador pushes John away, offscreen}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Have some respect, jerk! Now, Clyde, calm down, calm down...I think I have a solution for this. 

''{cut to Gamerz Haven. It's a crappy little game shop with one row of games and a poster depicting Stinkoman. An Astromund wearing a hoodie that says "LULZ" on it sits behind the counter, typing on his computer. Trogador and Clyde walk in.}'' 

'''CLYDE:''' Hey, Joey. 

'''JOEY:''' Hey, Clyde. Are you liking ''Lead Singer''? 

'''CLYDE:''' Absolutely not! 

'''JOEY:''' ''{turns around}'' What?! How can you ''not'' like it?! I mean, think about the Doom Warriors! 

'''CLYDE:''' ''Everybody's'' a Doom Warrior! I even have five! 

'''JOEY:''' So? I hate to say it, Clyde, but maybe you're not as big as a leet-haxxor your Yahoo address says... 

''{Clyde jumps over the desk and smacks Joey across the face.}'' 

'''CLYDE:''' ''{menacingly}'' First, respect the leet. Second, if you don't tell me who makes Realm of Revengeance in three seconds, I will take a taxi cab and- 

'''JOEY:''' Snowstorm! It's Snowstorm, they make the games! 

''{Clyde lets go of Joey and hovers out.}'' 

'''CLYDE:''' C'mon Trog, I have people for you to maim. 

''{They leave. Joey brushes off his counter.}'' 

'''JOEY:''' ''{muttering}'' Noob. 

''{A taxi cab crashes through the front wall. Very quickly, the scene cuts to a skyscraper in Downtown Challenge City. A sign outside reads "SNOWSTORM INCORPORATED". The sign is distinguished by the logo, a mountain with a log cabin, which ahs been ripped off the ground and is flying. Cut to a conference room upstairs. Coroporate exec Astromunds and Poorbts sit around a long table, talking.}'' 

'''EXEC 1:''' User reception so far has been phenomenal, far better than The Flaming Crusader. 

'''EXEC 2:''' I really do think we've done better than anybody thought we could. 

'''EXEC 7:''' Gentleman, I think it's time for some self congratulatory lunches! 

''{Suddenly, Clyde slams in through a large window, holding a machine gun and wearing sunglasses. He flips the table over and shoots randomly in the room. Execs run everywhere, screaming in panic. The camera shakes back and forth, unsteady.}'' 

'''CLYDE:''' Who leads Snowstorm? 

''{Clyde shoots up at the ceiling. A ceiling fan falls down and starts to spin wildly.}'' 

'''CLYDE:''' I'm not gonna say it again! 

''{Clyde takes out a grenade and throws it offscreen to the left. It explodes, and chunk of flaming table come flying over him. A fire starts spreading.}'' 

'''CLYDE:''' Is it Stinkoman? It's Stinkoman, isn't it?! 

''{The sprinkler system turns on, dousing the flames and making everything wet. Trogador slips his head in through the doorway. The camera goes back to normal.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Hey, Clyde. I asked one of the receptionists and found an address. 

'''CLYDE:''' Oh, really? Sweet. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Yeah...you really shouldn't have done this, Clyde, I'm gonna have to use one of Coverups now at work... 

'''CLYDE:''' I got caught up in the heat of the moment. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Yeah, that...doesn't really fix any of this, but c'mon, let's go. 

''{The screen shifts to that of a newspaper's front page. The headline reads "TERRORISTS ATTACK CORPORATE OFFICES WITH 12 INJURED". Cut to Clyde hovering on what appears to be a snowy path, reading the newspaper. John is behind him, with Trogador ahead.}'' 

'''CLYDE:''' Wow, those guys at town hall sure know how to do a coverup. 

'''JOHN:''' Well, yeah, they were taught by the same guys who pulled JFK, 9/11, New Coke- 

'''TROGADOR:''' ''John''! I have told you, ''for the last time'', New Coke wasn't a government conspiracy! 

''{cut to a small plateau. An Astromund with a sniper rifle is hunched down, talking on a walkie talkie.}'' 

'''ASTROMUND SNIPER:''' Foxtrot eleven, this is Moonshine, take the target out, over? 

'''TROGADOR:''' ''{voice, from walkie talkie}'' Foxtrot eleven, this is Paulo, do not shoot, situation is under control, over. 

''{cut back to the path}'' 

'''CLYDE:''' What's over? 

'''TROGADOR:''' Uhh...the mission nearly is, because we're here! 

''{The screen zooms out to show them standing at the foot of a large, snowy mountain. A huge wooden cabin-like castle is on the mountain. Cut back to Trogador and Clyde.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Well, that's gonne be a long trek up. 

''{The camera cuts back to show that Kray, Drew, and Master Z are behind John.}'' 

'''KRAY:''' Why don't ya just fly up thar? 

'''TROGADOR:''' Oh, hey, good idea. 

'''MASTER Z:''' In fact, why didn't you just fly us all here instead of making us hike miles and miles? 

'''TROGADOR:''' Hey, be quiet. Why are you guys even here? This is mine and Clyde's adventure. And John too for some reason. 

'''DREW:''' The bridge got overrun by the homeless. 

'''TROGADOR:''' So? They don't bite. 

'''JOHN:''' Yes, they do. We lost Peevesly to a homeless person bite, remember? 

'''TROGADOR:''' ''{nervously}'' Uh, no John, I have no idea what you're talking about... 

'''CLYDE:''' We paid that guy to bury him out by the highway, remember? 

'''TROGADOR:''' Clyde, John, I think you're imagining things. There has never been a poltergeist butler living with me. 

'''JOHN:''' But- 

'''TROGADOR:''' ''Never''! 

''{cut to a wooden cabin-like hallway. Trogador and Co. walk down it when they reach a door labeled "SNOWSTORM INC. OFFICE".}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Hey, obligatory dialogue that the viewer can infer on their own. 

'''JOHN:''' So, what are we gonna do from here? 

'''TROGADOR:''' I dunno, Clyde takes over here. 

'''CLYDE:''' I'm thinking we start with kidnapping, and then beat him with a rope. When I get bored of that in a year or two, I'll probably set him on fire or something. 

''{Trogador opens the door. They walk in to find An Ice Machine at a desk, writing something down. He looks up at them.}'' 

'''AN ICE MACHINE:''' WELCOME 3 O'CLOCK! 

'''JOHN:''' An Ice Machine? You run Snowstorm? 

'''TROGADOR:''' Well, yeah, I thought it was a given. There aren't any other snowy gimmick characters. Plus, didn't I tell you this was his house? 

'''CLYDE:''' ''{foaming}'' Must've slipped your mind. 

'''AN ICE MACHINE:''' WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DISCUSS, FRIENDS OF AN ICE MACHINE? 

'''TROGADOR:''' Well, you see, my friend here, Mr. Clempincobb, he is...let's say less than happy with the new RoR ''{pronounced "rur"}'' expansion. 

'''AN ICE MACHINE:''' MR. CLEMPINCOBB IS A LONGTIME CUSTOMER AND A VERY VALUED PLAYER WHAT MAY AN ICE MACHINE DO FOR HIM? 

'''CLYDE:''' Stand back and give me a rope... 

'''AN ICE MACHINE:''' HOW ABOUT AN ICE MACHINE JUST GIVES YOU A UNIQUE WEAPON? 

'''CLYDE:''' And...and armor? 

'''AN ICE MACHINE:''' ANYTHING MR. CLEMPINCOBB WISHES! AN ICE MACHINE KEEPS TABS ON ALL PLAYERS, SO THE GIFT IS ALREADY THERE! 

'''JOHN:''' Wait...you keep tabs on every single player of Realm of Revengeance? Why is that useful? 

'''AN ICE MACHINE:''' THAT'S WHAT AN ICE MACHINE SAID BEFORE AN ICE MACHINE REALIZED THE NEFARIOUS POTENTIAL OF THE TECHNOLOGY! 

'''TROGADOR:''' So you're using Realm of Revengeance as a front? 

'''AN ICE MACHINE:''' YOU KNOW TOO MUCH. 

''{An Ice Machine presses a button on his desk and blue gas fills the room, knocking everybody else out. The screen goes black. A few seconds later, it cuts to a little basement looking room with a large silver door at the end. An Ice Machine hobbles over to the door. He opens it and hobbles away. Blue gas pours out of the room. Trogador and Co. stumble out, half frozen.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Clyde...I'm not listening to you ever again. 

''{cut to Gamerz Haven. Joey sits at the desk. Clyde comes in.}'' 

'''CLYDE:''' Hey, Joey. 

'''JOEY:''' Clyde, man! Where have you been? 

'''CLYDE:''' What? Nothing. I just heard there was some new Atomic Walrus IV news that surfaced. 

'''JOEY:''' Clyde, you've been gone for months...Atomic Walrus IV is out! The DLC is out even! 

'''CLYDE:''' What? What...what day is it? 

'''JOEY:''' ''{date purge ended}''. 

'''CLYDE:''' '''WHAT''' 

'''THE END!''' 

==Fun Facts==
*Dinoshaur came up with the title.
*"The Flaming Crusader" is a reference to The Burning Crusade, the previous WoW expansion.
*"Partying on decks" is what a certain group did on JD's deck on that one episode of Scrubs, ah heh you get it now
*Gene Simmons is the lead singer from Kiss a durrrr
*Peevesly is a canned main character from the old old old emails.

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Other Character Email Trogador RELOADED BIZNATCH/revolution

2009-08-24T01:30:44Z

The Noid: Created page with ''''The New Trogador Adventures''' '''Episode 025: Revolution''' The Revolution is upon Challenge City, and it's up to Trogador and Co. to stop the grim possibility of 30...'

'''The New Trogador Adventures''' 

'''Episode 025: Revolution''' 
The Revolution is upon Challenge City, and it's up to Trogador and Co. to stop the grim possibility of 30X8 from becoming a reality. 

==Transcript==

''{cut to black screen that says "IN A.D 30X8". The screen then changes it's text it to "A DRAGON TIME TRAVELED FOR LIKE THE THIRD TIME. AND THAT'S IN 24 EMAILS! CAN YOU SAY OVERUSE? THAT DRAGON IS..." The words disappear, and TROGADOR in orange letters appears. Below are the options "START GAME", "SECRET CODE WORD", and "OPTIONAL OPTIONS". The first set of words light up, and we get taken to this screen....}'' 

''{cut to The Living Room. Everything is quiet. Something crashes and Master Z comes running in from the left, looking afraid. He runs towards the camera and goes into The Chamber (the room next to the TV). Inside The Chamber, he slams the door and looks down, catching his breath. He suddenly looks up, shocked.}'' 

'''MASTER Z:''' Trogador?! 

''{The camera pans to the right, showing Trogador stomping on the T-Cube.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' There, problem solved. ''{turns around}'' Oh, hey Z. 

'''MASTER Z:''' How was the future? 

'''TROGADOR:''' Eh, it was okay. Destroyed a dictatorship, became a superhero, watched TV, went to therapy, helped a ''new'' dictatorship rise, the usual. How about here? 

'''MASTER Z:''' Well, uh, when you see the others, they will likely say things about me...lies! All lies! 

''{Suddenly, Master Z flies forward. The door slams open, and everybody else appears, angry.}'' 

'''KRAY:''' Alright ye green-blooded-Trogador? 

'''TROGADOR:''' Hey, Kray. What's this I hear about Z? 

'''JOHN:''' He used your disappearance to try and find the engine room so he could take us all hostage for a dumb plot! 

'''TROGADOR:''' There's an engine room? 

'''DREW:''' How does it stay in the sky? 

'''TROGADOR:''' I dunno, magic? 

'''JOHN:''' That's not the point! You need to punish Z! 

'''TROGADOR:''' Z, is this true? 

'''MASTER Z:''' You see, it's...eheh, sort of...a little bit like the...yes. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Well, then. Get out of my house. 

'''MASTER Z:''' What? Why?! 

'''TROGADOR:''' You betrayed my trust, Z. You aren't welcome here anymore. 

'''MASTER Z:''' ''{sighs}'' Well, then, goodbye, friends. 

''{Master Z walks out.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' So besides that, what happened while I was gone? 

'''CLYDE:''' I went to prison! 

''{Trogador and Clyde pound it.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' That's tight, G! What'd they lock you up for! 

'''CLYDE:''' Broke into Bubs's and tried to steal some stuff! 

'''TROGADOR:''' Tight, man! You got ink? 

''{Clyde turns around, showing a large sprawl of snakes, guns, and ghosts on his back.}'' 

'''CLYDE:''' You bet your block I do! 

'''TROGADOR:''' Killer, man! Wanna tell stories as Drew feeds me? 

'''CLYDE:''' Sure! 

''{Everybody walks out. Cut to Master S's Castle. Master S sits in a large chair, the back facing the camera. In front of the chair is a supercomputer, which changes shots of Challenge City every few seconds. Otto runs in.}'' 

'''MASTER S:''' What is it, Otto? 

'''OTTO:''' Sir, sir...Trogador! He's back! 

'''MASTER S:''' Hmm. Unfortunate, but ultimately it will have no effect on The Revolution. The dragon can't save the city this time. 

'''OTTO:''' So, take no measures against him? 

'''MASTER S:''' I'm not that stupid. Monitor him. It's better to be safe than having our plans backfire in our faces. 

'''OTTO:''' Yes, sir, of course. 

''{cut to The Living Room. Everybody minus Master Z is sitting on the couch, laughing.}'' 

'''CLYDE:''' ...and then he said "I'ma cut you up!" 

''{Everybody laughs again. A dinging noise is heard. Everybody stops laughing.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Ooh, email! I missed checking you in my normal time, email, yes I did! 

''{Trogador takes out the TrogPilot.}'' 

<blockquote class="email" style="background-image:none;border:4px solid #CE0A00;background:#FFEC15;color:#4E4E4E">
Dear Trogador, 
What would Challenge City be like if you were mayor? 
Tic-tac-toe, 
Stinkoman</blockquote>

''{Trogador reads the email, getting surprised at Stinkoman.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Woah, Stinkoman, I didn't know you watched the show! Sorry for taking your job and all. I hope rehab works out! 

'''TROGADOR:''' Anyways, I don't know what Challenge City would be like if I was mayor. I bet it would be tons times more awesome! There'd be blackjack! And h- 

'''JOHN:''' No, no, none of that! 

'''TROGADOR:''' Oh, yeah, yeah. Anyways, I bet Mayorbot would let me be mayor for a day or so if I wanted to. Besides the random 1000 dollar paychecks, he owes me a lot. 

'''DREW:''' Let's all go with you! 

'''TROGADOR:''' Sounds good! 

''{Cut to outside The Mayor's Office. It is a large white town hall-esque building, with several steps. Trogador and Co. are standing in the foreground, while this is in the background.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Well, here it is. Let's go check it out! 

''{The camera gets closer to Trogador and he walks up to the Mayor's Office Door. He knocks on it and the building explodes, sending Trogador flying back with his friends.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' ''{gets up and coughs}'' What the crap? 

''{The camera shifts focus to where The Mayor's Office was - it's now just gray smoke. After a few seconds, dozens of silhouettes march into the smoke. They come out of the smoke, revealing themselves to be Black Astromunds. They march forward, armed. Suddenly, they stop. One of the Astromunds steps forward.}'' 

'''ASTROMUND:''' We are the army of Master S! Surrender your city or we will take it! 

'''TROGADOR:''' You and what army? 

'''ASTROMUND:''' ''{points behind}'' This army. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Oh, well, uh, that is a massive army you have. We surrender! 

'''JOHN:''' What?! 

'''TROGADOR:''' ''{to John}'' Shh, it's all a part of my plan. 

'''JOHN:''' And that is? 

'''TROGADOR:''' Let the city fall to these evil guys, and we'll retire to a life of sun in The Bahamas. 

'''JOHN:''' Aren't you supposed to be a hero?! 

'''TROGADOR:''' Screw that! I've saved this city on at least two occasions, I need a vacation. 

'''CLYDE:''' That's not very much like the reluctant hero Trogador we all know and love. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Yeah well, maybe the author took a month long hiatus from email writing and is trying to get a feel of the character again! 

'''ASTROMUND:''' ''Ahem''. 

'''TROGADOR:''' ''Excuse'' me? 

'''ASTROMUND:''' Now's not the time to bicker about your vacation, we are on a very tight schedule and- 

'''TROGADOR:''' Oh, my apologies, Mr. I'm-Impatient-And-My-Mother-Didn't-Teach-Me-Basic-Manners. 

'''DREW:''' You didn't talk to your elders like that when ''I'' commanded an evil army bent on destruction. 

'''KRAY:''' Ain't that tha' truth! 

'''BLACK ASTROMUND:''' ''{sigh}'' Deploy plan B. 

''{Suddenly, Clyde explodes, sending a green gas out into the air. Trogador and Co. quickly faint, and the screen goes to black.}'' 

''{cut to Stinkoman, sitting in his living room. He is sitting in a green stained chair, with empty bottles of Tortan piling up beside him. 1-Up walks up.}'' 

'''1-UP:''' Good morning, S-Stinkoman...would you like some breakfast? A nice, healthy breakfast? 

'''STINKOMAN:''' Tortan! 

'''1-UP:''' No, Stinkoman...n-no more Tortan...we're getting you off of that filth... 

'''STINKOMAN:''' Tortan! 

'''1-UP:''' No, Stinkoman...please...you don't need Tortan, you're stronger than that... 

'''STINKOMAN:''' ''Tortan!'' 

'''1-UP:''' The Stinkoman I know doesn't need Tortan! 

'''STINKOMAN:''' The Stinklyman you knew is dead! 

''{1-Up starts to sob and runs away. Stinkoman picks up a bottle of Tortan and throws it at the TV, turning it on.}'' 

'''NEWS ASTROMUND:''' ''{voice}'' ...with an army of Black Astromunds seen marching out. They are currently raiding the city, and it is advised you arm yourself immediately. 

'''STINKOMAN:''' Evil army? This...this is my chance! I can be a hero again! 

'''NEWS ASTROMUND:''' ''{voice}'' ...the missing Trogador was seen at the explosion, but nobody is sure where he is now. 

'''STINKOMAN:''' Tro...gador? Who is Tro...gador? 

''{Stinkoman picks up and empty bottle of Tortan. He then drops it, and starts to look angry.}'' 

'''STINKOMAN:''' ''Trogador''! That dumb dragon that waltzed in and stole my career! ''{looks down}'' Now look at me...I'm a Tortan addict that spends his day watching cable access! I'm gonna...I'm gonna get my revenge! Yeah, that's a plan! 

''{Stinkoman jumps out of the chair and runs offscreen to the right. 1-Up walks in from the left holding a shotgun.}'' 

'''1-UP:''' Stinkoman, I'm sorry I had to do this, but-hey, where'd you go? 

''{cut to a black screen. In first-person view perspective, the person's eyes open a little, and then close. They then open again, enough to see steel bars in front of them.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' ''{voice}'' Hoo, geez, that was my trippiest dream ever... 

''{The eyes look around, seeing more bars and beyond them, dungeon walls.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' ''{voice}'' Hey, where am I? 

''{We go out of first-person view to see that Trogador is inside a large steel cage in a dungeon.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Aww, crap. I bet these bars are unbreakable or are cursed against my kind or some crap and I have to wait for a young prince with ravishing looks to rescue me. 

''{The camera pans to the right to show Clyde behind Trogador.}'' 

'''CLYDE:''' It's about time you woke up! 

'''TROGADOR:''' ''{turns around}'' Clyde! There you are! Why did you explode?

'''CLYDE:''' That was a robot. They captured me and replaced me when I was heading home from prison. 

'''TROGADOR:''' That seems...a little pointless. 

'''CLYDE:''' I agree, these villains must be low-grade. 

''{A door on the left breaks open. John, carrying a torch, runs in.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' ''{turns around}'' At least my ravishing prince isn't a stranger... 

'''JOHN:''' No time for compliments, Trog. 

''{John walks over to the cage and unlocks it. Trogador and Clyde walk out.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' So where are we? 

'''JOHN:''' This is the Master Castle. There's obviously some big stuff going on if they're imprisoning you. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Maybe this is just the lair of an obsessive fan! You know, I tried to kill one of those a little while ago, he might be- 

'''JOHN:''' Ollie's not back for another few emails. 

'''TROGADOR:''' But his arc is ripe for continuation if you ask me. 

'''JOHN:''' So is the Master one. Now, let's get out of here. 

''{John, Trogador, and Clyde walk out of the room and into the hallway. It is a stone hallway, with torches on the wall. Kray and Drew are waiting for them.}'' 

'''KRAY:''' Ah, there ya are! We been lookin' all over for ya! 

'''JOHN:''' You wanted to leave him here and escape the castle. 

'''KRAY:''' It woulda been for his own good! 

'''TROGADOR:''' Guys, there's no time to question Kray's mutinous tendencies. There's some evil guy who set off a bomb and locked us up in here, and we have to find them and stop them. 

'''CLYDE:''' How do we get out of here? 

'''DREW:''' The door. 

''{The camera pans behind Drew to show a wooden door.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Is that unlocked? 

'''DREW:''' Yeah. 

'''CLYDE:''' I'm tellin' ya, these villains must suck. Nick is better than these amateurs! 

''{cut to the next room over. Everybody emerges into the room and gasps. The camera pans over to show all of the Bosses, laying down in prison cells in the walls. They are all yelling.}'' 

'''TAMPO:''' Hey, Trogador, friend, so glad to see you! Come over here, man, come on! 
'''SAARGTSSON:''' Ay! Ay! I command you to get me away from thessse lunaticsss! 
'''THE LIEKAND:''' I might murder you if you rescue me. Might not. 

'''TROGADOR:''' What the crap is going on here? 

'''BRODY:''' We got captured a little while ago and stuffed into here. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Who did it? 

'''HARVAX XVII:''' I din't get a good look at 'em, but 'e was black. Dark armored and all. 

'''SAARGTSSON:''' ''{rolls eyes}'' There he goes again... 

'''NEBULON:''' Hey, it's not his fault, he's from a different time! 

'''BRODY:''' That's not an excuse! 

'''TROGADOR:''' People, shut up, or I won't get you out of here! 

'''TAMPO:''' Oh, screw that! I'll just get us all out of here myself. 

''{Tampo opens his cell door and hovers out. He starts unlocking the other doors.}'' 

'''STLUNKO:''' You've been able to escape the cell all this time? 

'''EKERSBY:''' Ajgh yghafg cig hbhaf sbhsg ugfad? 

'''TAMPO:''' Yeah, what about it? 

'''AN ICE MACHINE:''' AN ICE MACHINE IS BECOMING ANGRY AND HOSTILE! 

'''SAARGTSSON:''' Get 'em! 

''{The other Bosses all jump at Tampo and start attacking him. The camera pans over to the right to show stairs.}'' 

'''JOHN:''' Hey, stairs. 

''{Trogador and Co. walk past the battle and up the stairs. Cut to a hallway that is entirely steel. The entrance to another, larger room is in this hallway. The room contains a large spaceship. Black Astromunds are everywhere. Master S and Otto are walking up to the spaceship. Trogador and Co. reach the entrance, and Trogador peers his head in.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Okay, we're at a launch station. There's a spaceship, and....no way! 

'''JOHN:''' What? 

'''TROGADOR:''' That dude over there ''{the camera zooms in on Master S}'' is the guy who conquered Challenge City in the future! ''{cut back to Trogador and Co}'' 

'''DREW:''' Isn't that a coinky-dink? 

'''JOHN:''' No, that's no coincidence...oh my Winner. This is The Revolution! 

'''CLYDE:''' Ya think? I came to that realization like 8 hours ago. 

'''JOHN:''' And you didn't tell us?! 

'''CLYDE:''' I thought if ''I'' figured it out you all must have too! 

'''TROGADOR:''' Whatever, guys, it doesn't matter now. All that matters is us boarding that spaceship. 

'''DREW:''' How are we gonna get through there? 

'''KRAY:''' Ya, that place is swarmin'! 

'''TROGADOR:''' Oh...I have an idea. 

''{Trogador blows fire all over the room, starting multiple flames. An alarm goes off and sprinkles start. Astromunds are sent in panic.}'' 

'''MASTER S:''' What in the-? 

'''OTTO:''' Master, master, get out of the way! 

''{Otto starts to shove Master S out of the room. Once it's clear, Trogador and Co. run into the spaceship. A few seconds later, the alarm stops, and Astromunds come marching back in, with Master S and Otto leading them. Master S and Otto get on the spaceship.}'' 

'''MASTER S:''' Lift-off, men! 

'''OTTO:''' Uhh, sir, don't you want to close the doors first? 

'''MASTER S:''' Oh, no no no, Otto. I want to get a good glimpse of Challenge City before I...well, you know. 

'''OTTO:''' Oh...of course, sir. 

''{The spaceship starts to fly up. We see it exit The Master Castle and pan over to a view of Challenge City. Smoke is coming up from it. Cut to Master S and Otto, standing on the ledge of the entrance.}'' 

'''MASTER S:''' Well, Otto, I'm afraid I'm going to have to terminate your employment. 

'''OTTO:''' W-what?! 

'''MASTER S:''' You've been a valued member of my organization, but I'm not going to need a sidekick. I also don't like being touched. I hope you find employment elsewhere...maybe as a casket-filler. 

''{Master S pushes Otto off the ledge. He laughs to himself.}'' 

'''MASTER S:''' Now that all my loose ends are tied up, I can finally take a knife to this knot...

''{The camera cuts to Challenge City and then pans back to Master S. He sighs and walks into the ship. The door closes. Cut to The Temple - specifically, The Living Room. All is peaceful and quiet, but a crashing noise is soon heard. Stinkoman walks into the center of the room, looking around.}'' 

'''STINKOMAN:''' Alright, dragon! Come and...''{waving arms around}'' come and fight me! 

''{Stinkoman falls over and groans. He gets back up and sits down on the couch.}'' 

'''STINKOMAN:''' He's not here...oh my Winner...look at me, look at what I've become. I'm not a hero, I'm a disgrace... 

''{Stinkoman gets off the couch and goes over to the broken window. He sees a large space station hovering.}'' 

'''STINKOMAN:''' Gasp! That space station looks evil...I have to stop it. I'll take this sky station and battle it! I'll defend the city better than that stupid dragon ever could have! 

''{Stinkoman runs off. Cut to The Space Station. The spaceship enters it and lands. Master S exits and several Black Astromunds follow him out of the room.}'' 

'''MASTER S:''' I will be in the Control Room. Get in positions, men. We start at 0700. 

''{Master S and all the Astromunds leave the docking bay, heading in different directions. A few seconds later, Trogador and Co. climb out of the ship and walk to the center of the room.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Okay, guys, we're here, and I'm pretty sure he went ''{points to his right}'' that way. Now, we have to get a good method: full-on viking warrior, or ninja sneak attack? 

'''KRAY:''' Viking, we can take 'em! 

'''TROGADOR:''' All in favor? 

'''EVERYBODY:''' Aye. 

'''TROGADOR:''' It's settled then. Men, ready your weapons! 

''{Kray takes out two plasma cutlasses. John takes out two small laser pistols. Clyde wields a chainsaw and revs it up. Drew hovers, his eyes red.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Charge! 

''{They all run forward and into a large circular room. The room has a chair hovering in the center, and TV screens on the walls. A large window is the back wall. Master S stands by the window, looking out at Planet K.}'' 

'''MASTER S:''' Look at it...so beautiful. The greatest planet in our universe. Fittingly enough, it's tearing itself apart. ''{turns around}''

'''CLYDE:''' Are you gonna give us a B-grade monologue now? 

'''MASTER S:''' I've been watching you, Trogador. I've been spying on you since our little Pluto affair. And when you escaped your cell, I knew. When you started a fire, I could tell. And when you boarded my ship, I let you stay. Why, do you ask? Well, I'm a firm believer in the principles old villainy, and I think I should treat my nemesis with as much respect and dignity as my mentors did. 

'''TROGADOR:''' I don't know who you are, but I know what you're gonna do. And all this fancy monologuing isn't going to distract us. 

'''MASTER S:''' You don't know me? Odd. I know all of you very well. The pirate sidekick of yours, Kray Krew Kravenbeard. Son of a fearsome pirate captain. Was on the run for five years before settling in with Trogador. And you, Johnathan George Jefferson. A promising student at Challenge City University until you were kicked out for supposedly experimenting on others. You've been angry at the world ever since, but can't decide whether you want to help it or destroy it. I can go on and on, but the point is, I know who are, and I know your strengths and weaknesses. I know what I'm up against. 

'''CLYDE:''' ''{yawns}'' Typical, typical... 

''{cut to Trogador's Nest. Stinkoman walks in and sighs. He falls down on the nest.}'' 

'''STINKOMAN:''' It's pointless. I'm not gonna find an engine room...I'm not the guy, I'm just a kid... 

''{Suddenly, Stinkoman crashes through the nest, and finds himself in a small room with television screens and a wheel. He gasps.}'' 

'''STINKOMAN:''' The engine room! I knew I'd find it! 

''{Stinkoman walks over to the wheel and starts to turn it. The image on the screens changes to that of the far-away space station, which is getting closer and closer.}'' 

''{cut to the Space Station. Everybody is still in the room.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' But...why? Why are you doing all of this? 

'''MASTER S:''' Trogador, Trogador, Trogador. You know this better than anyone. Challenge City has been in a sharp decline ever since 20X0. Crime is on the rise, and who do we have to protect us? A halfwit dragon and a scandalous drunk. It wasn't always that way. There used to be people with real character, integrity in Challenge City. They stood up for what was right....they were heroes. Challenge City needs heroes, but it can't produce them in the state it's in now. And that's what I'm going to destroy it. 

''{A large laser emerges from the Space Station, which is pointed at Challenge City.}'' 

'''MASTER S:''' You see, these terrible, holographic people, Midnight Guards, they invaded Challenge City and soon, they're going to set off an explosion. The explosion will decimate the entire city and kill millions. And I will be there to collect the spoils. I will arrive in Challenge City, with words of hope. I will unite Challenge City, and I will rebuild Challenge City. I will be the hero Challenge City deserves. 

'''TROGADOR:''' You're not a hero, I saw what your goals are! You want to be a dictator! 

'''MASTER S:''' I know you won't understand this, Trogador. I don't expect you to. All I ask is for you to quietly sit back. Do it for the city, Trogador. 

'''TROGADOR:''' And if we don't? 

'''MASTER S:''' Well, you have no choice in the matter. In a short moment, Challenge City will be hell. But just to make sure....Jack! Eddie! 

''{Jack and Eddie spring out and shoot taser guns at our heroes. Sad orchestral music starts playing. We see our heroes being carted down hallways looking grim. We then cut to Master S looking out the window, his hands behind his back. Then we cut to a small prison cabin. A door opens, and our heroes are pushed in. The door slams shut.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' ''{yelling over music}'' Hey, hey, you guys! Stop it! 

''{The camera pans over to show a whole orchestra tied up on the far wall.}'' 

'''CONDUCTOR:''' Sorry. 

''{The camera pans over so they are not in the shot.}'' 

'''DREW:''' Mr. Trogador, what do we now? 

'''TROGADOR:''' That guy, S, he was right....there ''is'' nothing we can do. 

'''CLYDE:''' Aren't you a God? Can't you just use your God powers and blow up everything evil?!? 

'''TROGADOR:''' One, I'm not a God, and even if I was, there would be nothing I could do. It's not like we can pull magic god-dust out of our- 

''{Suddenly, the door explodes backwards. Z walks into the room, carrying two laser rifles.}'' 

'''EVERYBODY:''' Z! 

'''KRAY:''' Ah'm gonna hug you! 

'''MASTER Z:''' Now, now, now's not the time for hugging. We have to act fast. Hurry, to the control room. I'll take care of the laser. 

''{Everybody but Trogador and Z leave the room.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Z, I, uhh... 

'''MASTER Z:''' Trogador, I only hope this changes your opinion of me. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Yeah, well, thanks. You should be getting off...to the laser now and all. 

'''MASTER Z:''' Gladly. 

''{cut to outside the Space Station. Dramatic music plays. A green attack ship slowly flies out of the space station and circles it. The ship flies by the laser and shoots at it. It circles it, shooting. In no time at all, the laser crumbles and breaks off. Black attack ships exit the Space Station, and it starts to battle them. Cut to Master S, looking out the window. His hands are on the glass and he looks desperate. The camera pans over to show Trogador and Co. waiting for him. He turns around.}'' 

'''MASTER S:''' Your friend shouldn't have done that. Now my army will come take you away, and I'll make sure you won't be in a prison cell. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Kray, John, Clyde, Drew. Leave the room. Fight off the troops. 

'''KRAY:''' We're not- 

'''TROGADOR:''' ''{angrily}'' I said leave the room! 

''{Kray sighs and nods, and they all leave. Trogador steps forward.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' So, it's just you...and me. 

'''MASTER S:''' If you think you're going to be leaving here, you're going to be sorely disappointed. 

'''TROGADOR:''' As long as you're stuck, I'm good. 

'''MASTER S:''' Are you sure you want to fight me? 

'''TROGADOR:''' If you think I'm just gonna let you beat me up, you're going to be sorely disappointed. 

''{Master S pulls out a small sword base. A red plasma shovel comes out of it, and he spins it around, tossing it from hand to hand. He catches it in his right hand and runs forward, swinging the shovel. Trogador jumps over him and throws a few punches, which Master S dodges. Master S jumps and does a flip, slashing with the sword. Trogador flies backwards and then breathes fire, which Master S deflects. Master S leaps over Trogador and has his back to a wall. Trogador flies over to him and punches at him, missing him and putting cracks in the wall. Master S moves forward, hacking at Trogador, who continues to move backwards. Trogador swipes at Master S with his tail, and Master S jumps on it and springs up, doing flips in the air. Trogador flies beside him, and both of them land on the rafters. Master S slides under Trogador, who jumps up. He lands back down, and the rafters shake.}'' 

'''MASTER S:''' I don't think you should continue jumping, you'll kill both of us. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Fine by me! 

''{Trogador jumps again and the rafters come crashing down. Trogador hovers up by the ceiling while Master S falls with rubble coming behind him. A deafening crashing noise is heard, and Trogador flies down to the floor. He walks through the room, observing the damage. Master S is crushed under rubble.}'' 

'''MASTER S:''' You...you think you've ''{cough}'' won? 

'''TROGADOR:''' Well, when your opponent is in the middle of dying, I'd say you'd be in the lead. 

'''MASTER S:''' Oh, you'll die soon enough, my friend...you're going down with me. The rubble blocked out the door, and...just look out the window. 

''{Trogador looks out the window and sees The Temple heading for the Space Station. He turns back to Master S. Master S starts chuckling and then starts coughing. He continues to cough violently for a few seconds, and then whimpers one last chuckle. His head hits the floor, and he stops moving. Trogador sits there for a while, in silence.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' ''{sighs}'' And here I am, doomed by myself. Huh...I don't see my life flashing before me. I wanted to relive the 1970's, awww... 

''{Suddenly, the green attack ship crashes through the window. A door opens, and Master Z is standing there.}'' 

'''MASTER Z:''' Your life won't flash before your eyes unless you're dying, Trogador. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Z! I'm sorry, man, I didn't mean what I- 

'''MASTER Z:''' No time for apologies. Get in. 

''{Trogador runs in the attack ship and the door closes. It speeds off. Cut to the inside. Master Z is piloting the ship, while everybody else sits around, talking. Trogador is staring outside the window, watching The Temple reach the Space Station. It collides, and an explosion immediately erupts. Trogador looks away, visibly distressed.}'' 

'''DREW:''' What's wrong, Mr. Trogador? You're a hero! You saved the city! 

'''TROGADOR:''' Yeah, but now we don't have a home. And that home was sweet! I kept all my stuff in there, and I had some awesome stuff! 

'''KRAY:''' Don' worry, Trog, there are more importan' things in life than materials. 

'''JOHN:''' Kray is tehnically correct, but seriously, man, material possessions come first. There'll be a penthouse waiting for us. 

'''MASTER Z:''' It won't be waiting too much longer. We're landing, friends! 

''{Cut to Town Square. A crowd of Astromunds surrounds the attack ship. Everybody emerges from it, and the Astromunds cheer. Mayorbot hops forward, over to Trogador.}'' 

'''MAYORBOT:''' Trogador, you've done it again! You and all your friends have saved us! 

'''TROGADOR:''' Eh, it was nothing, really. 

'''MAYORBOT:''' No, Trogador, no, it's something! We're preparing another ceremony in your honor, I want some input soon! 

''{Mayorbot bounces away. Tampo hovers over to Trogador.}'' 

'''TAMPO:''' Congratulations, Trogador. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Thanks, Tampo. Say, where's Brody and Stlunko? 

'''TAMPO:''' Well...after the whole unlocking fiasco, they believed they couldn't trust me, and kicked me out of The Bosses organization. Shortly afterwards the organization disbanded. We...broke up. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Oh, wow, I'm so sorry. 

'''TAMPO:''' Oh, don't be, I'm fine...but I could be better. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Well, anything you want me to do, I...probably won't do, but hey, it's worth a shot. 

'''TAMPO:''' Well, your home exploded, correct? And I was often relying on Brody and Stlunko to help pay the rent on The Warehouse - it's so expensive, you know. And I was wondering... 

'''TROGADOR:''' Are you...are you inviting me and my friends to live with you? 

'''TAMPO:''' ...yes. 

''{Trogador hugs Tampo.}'' 

'''TROGADOR:''' Thank you, thank you so much! 

''{Tampo pushes back.}'' 

'''TAMPO:''' Hey, hands off, idiot! Now, since I don't have a job, what I mean by helping pay the rent is paying it entirely. It's 50,000 a month. See you later. 

''{Tampo hovers away. Everybody walks up to Trogador.}'' 

'''JOHN:''' So, where's the penthouse? 

'''TROGADOR:''' Oh, I have something even better than a penthouse. 

''{cut to outside Tampo's Warehouse. Everybody stands there in disbelief.}'' 

'''JOHN:''' This is in no way better than a penthouse. 

'''MASTER Z:''' This is terrible, Trogador, I had to go here three times a month and it was horrible every time. 

'''CLYDE:''' You're such a disappointment. 

'''TROGADOR:''' Hey, guys, I know it's not the best, but you know what? We have each other. And that's what matters. 

''{Everybody groans and walks into The Warehouse. The camera pans up to the sky of Challenge City. The words "THE END" fade into the sky.}'' 

'''THE END!''' 

==Fun Facts==
*In the original draft of the beginning, Z was not kicked out of the house. 
*"Blackjack and h-" is a reference to a Futurama episode where Bender, after being thrown out of a theme park (I think), vows to make his own theme park, with blackjack and hookers. 

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2009-08-21T22:39:46Z

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Piss me off below.

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Gays are treated ''just like everybody else'' {{User:The Noid/sig}} 22:39, 21 August 2009 (UTC)

NOID REVIEW TIME/punctuation

2009-07-19T21:35:46Z

The Noid: Created page with 'brooks' period joke'

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NOID REVIEW TIME

2009-07-19T21:35:30Z

The Noid:

Noid reviews AM I POPULAR YET BECAUSE I'VE SEEN EIGHTY BILLION OF THESE AND SO FAR I ONLY LIKE SKULL'S.

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NOID REVIEW TIME/Kid A

2009-07-19T20:01:06Z

The Noid: Created page with 'I had never even seen a shooting star before. 25 years of rotations, passes through comets' paths, and travel, and to my memory I had never witnessed burning debris scratch acros...'

I had never even seen a shooting star before. 25 years of rotations, passes through comets' paths, and travel, and to my memory I had never witnessed burning debris scratch across the night sky. Radiohead were hunched over their instruments. Thom Yorke slowly beat on a grand piano, singing, eyes closed, into his microphone like he was trying to kiss around a big nose. Colin Greenwood tapped patiently on a double bass, waiting for his cue. White pearls of arena light swam over their faces. A lazy disco light spilled artificial constellations inside the aluminum cove of the makeshift stage. The metal skeleton of the stage ate one end of Florence's Piazza Santa Croce, on the steps of the Santa Croce Cathedral. Michelangelo's bones and cobblestone laid beneath. I stared entranced, soaking in Radiohead's new material, chiseling each sound into the best functioning parts of my brain which would be the only sound system for the material for months.

The butterscotch lamps along the walls of the tight city square bled upward into the cobalt sky, which seemed as strikingly artificial and perfect as a wizard's cap. The staccato piano chords ascended repeatedly. "Black eyed angels swam at me," Yorke sang like his dying words. "There was nothing to fear, nothing to hide." The trained critical part of me marked the similarity to Coltrane's "Ole." The human part of me wept in awe.

The Italians surrounding me held their breath in communion (save for the drunken few shouting "Criep!"). Suddenly, a rise of whistles and orgasmic cries swept unfittingly through the crowd. The song, "Egyptian Song," was certainly momentous, but wasn't the response more apt for, well, "Creep?" I looked up. I thought it was fireworks. A teardrop of fire shot from space and disappeared behind the church where the syrupy River Arno crawled. Radiohead had the heavens on their side.

For further testament, Chip Chanko and I both suffered auto-debilitating accidents in the same week, in different parts of the country, while blasting "Airbag" in our respective Japanese imports. For months, I feared playing the song about car crashes in my car, just as I'd feared passing 18- wheelers after nearly being crushed by one in 1990. With good reason, I suspect Radiohead to possess incomprehensible powers. The evidence is only compounded with Kid A-- the rubber match in the band's legacy-- an album which completely obliterates how albums, and Radiohead themselves, will be considered.

Even the heralded OK Computer has been nudged down one spot in Valhalla. Kid A makes rock and roll childish. Considerations on its merits as "rock" (i.e. its radio fodder potential, its guitar riffs, and its hooks) are pointless. Comparing this to other albums is like comparing an aquarium to blue construction paper. And not because it's jazz or fusion or ambient or electronic. Classifications don't come to mind once deep inside this expansive, hypnotic world. Ransom, the philologist hero of C.S. Lewis' Out of the Silent Planet who is kidnapped and taken to another planet, initially finds his scholarship useless in his new surroundings, and just tries to survive the beautiful new world.

This is an emotional, psychological experience. Kid A sounds like a clouded brain trying to recall an alien abduction. It's the sound of a band, and its leader, losing faith in themselves, destroying themselves, and subsequently rebuilding a perfect entity. In other words, Radiohead hated being Radiohead, but ended up with the most ideal, natural Radiohead record yet.

"Everything in Its Right Place" opens like Close Encounters spaceships communicating with pipe organs. As your ears decide whether the tones are coming or going, Thom Yorke's Cuisinarted voice struggles for its tongue. "Everything," Yorke belts in uplifting sighs. The first-person mantra of "There are two colors in my head" is repeated until the line between Yorke's mind and the listener's mind is erased.

Skittering toy boxes open the album's title song, which, like the track "Idioteque," shows a heavy Warp Records influence. The vocoder lullaby lulls you deceivingly before the riotous "National Anthem." Mean, fuzzy bass shapes the spine as unnerving theremin choirs limn. Brash brass bursts from above like Terry Gilliam's animated foot. The horns swarm as Yorke screams, begs, "Turn it off!" It's the album's shrill peak, but just one of the incessant goosebumps raisers.

After the rockets exhaust, Radiohead float in their lone orbit. "How to Disappear Completely" boils down "Let Down" and "Karma Police" to their spectral essence. The string-laden ballad comes closest to bridging Yorke's lyrical sentiment to the instrumental effect. "I float down the Liffey/ I'm not here/ This isn't happening," he sings in his trademark falsetto. The strings melt and weep as the album shifts into its underwater mode. "Treefingers," an ambient soundscape similar in sound and intent to Side B of Bowie and Eno's Low, calms after the record's emotionally strenuous first half.

The primal, brooding guitar attack of "Optimistic" stomps like mating Tyrannosaurs. The lyrics seemingly taunt, "Try the best you can/ Try the best you can," before revealing the more resigned sentiment, "The best you can is good enough." For an album reportedly "lacking" in traditional Radiohead moments, this is the best summation of their former strengths. The track erodes into a light jam before morphing into "In Limbo." "I'm lost at sea," Yorke cries over clean, uneasy arpeggios. The ending flares with tractor beams as Yorke is vacuumed into nothingness. The aforementioned "Idioteque" clicks and thuds like Aphex Twin and Bjork's Homogenic, revealing brilliant new frontiers for the "band." For all the noise to this point, it's uncertain entirely who or what has created the music. There are rarely traditional arrangements in the ambiguous origin. This is part of the unique thrill of experiencing Kid A.

Pulsing organs and a stuttering snare delicately propel "Morning Bell." Yorke's breath can be heard frosting over the rainy, gray jam. Words accumulate and stick in his mouth like eye crust. "Walking walking walking walking," he mumbles while Jonny Greenwood squirts whale-chant feedback from his guitar. The closing "Motion Picture Soundtrack" brings to mind The White Album, as it somehow combines the sentiment of Lennon's LP1 closer-- the ode to his dead mother, "Julia"-- with Ringo and Paul's maudlin, yet sincere LP2 finale, "Goodnight." Pump organ and harp flutter as Yorke condones with affection, "I think you're crazy." To further emphasize your feeling at that moment and the album's overall theme, Yorke bows out with "I will see you in the next life." If you're not already there with him.

The experience and emotions tied to listening to Kid A are like witnessing the stillborn birth of a child while simultaneously having the opportunity to see her play in the afterlife on Imax. It's an album of sparking paradox. It's cacophonous yet tranquil, experimental yet familiar, foreign yet womb-like, spacious yet visceral, textured yet vaporous, awakening yet dreamlike, infinite yet 48 minutes. It will cleanse your brain of those little crustaceans of worries and inferior albums clinging inside the fold of your gray matter. The harrowing sounds hit from unseen angles and emanate with inhuman genesis. When the headphones peel off, and it occurs that six men (Nigel Godrich included) created this, it's clear that Radiohead must be the greatest band alive, if not the best since you know who. Breathing people made this record! And you can't wait to dive back in and try to prove that wrong over and over.

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2009-07-03T16:55:36Z

The Noid: Created page with 'This is all lies and slander'

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Talk:LAWYERS!!!

2009-07-02T22:44:30Z

The Noid:

is this joinable {{User:Raiku/siggy}}
:A-yup. {{User:Chwoka/sig}}

Feel free to put your names under thew case file, guys. {{User:Chwoka/sig}}

You guys are making me look bad in front of Chwoka {{User:The Noid/sig}} 22:44, 2 July 2009 (UTC)

NOID REVIEW TIME/friend zone

2009-06-13T16:06:33Z

The Noid: >: (

<big><big><big><big><big><big><big><big><big><big><big><big>GOD DAMMIT</big></big></big></big></big></big></big></big></big></big></big></big>

NOID REVIEW TIME/unbridled rage

2009-05-29T21:58:30Z

The Noid: Created page with 'I haven't read this but skimming over it I see one is about the friend zone so /me seppuku'

I haven't read this but skimming over it I see one is about the friend zone so /me seppuku

NOID REVIEW TIME/homsar

2009-05-29T21:56:24Z

The Noid: Created page with 'BETTER THAN PUDDING ^_^.; *holds up spork*'

BETTER THAN PUDDING ^_^.; *holds up spork*

NOID REVIEW TIME/some gorram pokeymans

2009-05-29T21:52:05Z

The Noid: Created page with 'Guys I never played any damn pokemon games okay'

Guys I never played any damn pokemon games okay

NOID REVIEW TIME/nacho's boo-tay

2009-05-29T21:51:34Z

The Noid: Created page with '3/10'

3/10

NOID REVIEW TIME/woodman

2009-05-29T21:50:51Z

The Noid: Created page with 'Robots made of wood ''Seriously'''

Robots made of wood

''Seriously''

NOID REVIEW TIME/CRUISE CONTROL FOR COOL

2009-05-29T20:56:37Z

The Noid: Created page with 'I don't have anything to say here but the phrase CRUISE CONTROL FOR COOL is badass'

I don't have anything to say here but the phrase CRUISE CONTROL FOR COOL is badass

Talk:NOID REVIEW TIME/friend zone

2009-05-29T20:42:39Z

The Noid: hey

Irrational Researchings/Thatkidsam

2009-05-16T22:36:16Z

The Noid:

== Userpage Exerpt ==

== Contributions ==

*Created arguably the best Wiki User Email, Thatkidsam.muffin

== Mannerisms ==

*Is extremely fond of video games

== Misc. Info ==
*Posts on GameFAQ's Music: Rock board where The Noid stalks him
== Opinions ==
*Very many levels above awesome. [[User:The Spainish Inquisition|The Spainish Inquisition]] 14:19, 12 November 2007 (MST)

NUCLEAR NOID AND THE ARMAGEDDON TEAM/6

2009-05-10T22:14:29Z

The Noid: COMPLETED

''{Scene: The belowdecks from the previous episode. Cesar is rubbing his hand against his jaw. Greaser is restraining Nacho.}'' 

'''NACHO:''' Rook, you better get your damn hands off of me! 

'''GREASER:''' Nacho, Nacho, calm down! You don't want to beat this guy, you're just angry! 

'''NACHO:''' Damn straight I am! 

'''CESAR:''' Ow, holmes, that really hurt...you've gotten tougher over the years! 

'''NACHO:''' And you should've been ''dead'' over those years! 

'''CESAR:''' Listen, Pack, listen, there's an explanation for it all. 

'''NACHO:''' ''{steps back from Greaser}'' Well, you better hurry up and tell it, because my finger ''{waves gun}'' is on the trigger, and I'm not as able as I used to be. Might slip. 

''{cut to some hallways. Pirates are loitering around, talking about something unimportant. A man in a cruise captain's outfit comes running through the halls, pushing them aside. As they look back at him, they are both shot in the head. Bluebry Bullets runs down the hall, after the captain.}'' 

'''BLUEBRY BULLETS:''' Can't hide forever, cappy! 

''{The captain runs around several corners, occasionally firing shots back at Bluebry Bullets. Bluebry can be heard laughing behind him. The Captain suddenly slams a door to his side and quietly keeps on running. Bluebry Bullets reaches the door he shut and kicks it open. He runs down that hall. Around the corner, the captain breathes a sigh of relief. He walks over to a door at the end of the hall and opens it. He walks in the room, which appears to be his living quarters. He goes over to a nightstand, pulls out a gun, and loads it. Suddenly, Danzal appears behind him and forces him up against the wall, holding a blade. He drops the gun.}'' 

'''CAPTAIN:''' Wh-who are you? 

'''DANZAL:''' I am The Crimzon Zerpent, and it lookz like you're hiz next victim. 

'''CAPTAIN:''' ''{panicking}'' No, no, no! I'll do anything you ask, anything! I-I'll...just spare me, please! 

'''DANZAL:''' Vell...if it vere up to me, perhapz I vould take thiz offer. But my friend here vill have to decide. 

'''CAPTAIN:''' F-friend? 

''{Bluebry Bullets crashes through the ceiling. Danzal throws the captain to the floor, allowing Bluebry to put his foot on his back, with his gun aimed at him.}'' 

'''BLUEBTY BULLETS:''' You didn't really think I'd fall for that, did you? 

'''CAPTAIN:''' Henderson! And his partner...I don't know his name...they run this cruise, and they're the ones that hired the pirates... 

'''DANZAL:''' Vhy vould they ruin their own cruize? ''{sighs}'' Villains... 

'''CAPTAIN:''' I don't know why they did it, but they did...if you want to get the guys responsible, it's them. 

'''BLUEBRY BULLETS:''' ''{speaking into wrist}'' Roger, this is Bullets, targets are two men, one named Henderson. Orchestrated this whole shebang, including the pirate attack. No known location. 

'''CAPTAIN:''' Am-am I spared, then...? 

'''BLUEBRY BULLETS:''' ''{puts hand to chin, waves gun around}'' Hmmm..... 

''{cut back Belowdecks.}'' 

'''CESAR:''' I was scared, Pack. I didn't know what to do. If I'd stayed in San Antone, I woulda been a goner for sure. And you probably would have been, too. I did it for both of us. 

''{Nacho walks around the room. He goes up to the dead body of Henderson.}'' 

'''NACHO:''' Who's this? 

'''CESAR:''' My employer. Didn't tell me I wasn't just gonna be a security guy. 

''{Nacho kicks over the body to read a nametag that says Henderson. Suddenly, Bluebry's message buzzes in and Cesar backs away from them.}'' 

'''CESAR:''' Hey, what's going on? 

'''GREASER:''' I think you know a little bit more about this then you pretend to... 

'''CESAR:''' Well, then...that's bad luck for you, holmes. 

''{Cesar pulls out a gun and shoots at the ceiling. The lights go out and Cesar is heard running off. Nacho and Greaser try to chase after him.}'' 

'''NACHO:''' ''{slams gun against wall}'' Dammit! If you hadn't held me back... 

'''GREASER:''' Listen, ''old man'', I may not have been in this "business" as long as you, but you don't just kill somebody for no good reason! 

'''NACHO:''' Maybe if this wasn't ''my'' problem, you'd be saying something different. Maybe if it was the people that killed your crew- 

'''GREASER:''' Let's just stop arguing and get that guy, alright? 

''{Nacho fires shots forward. Cut to the main deck. Some tourists are tied up in a stairwell. Charging Chwoka rolls down the stairs and unties them.}'' 

'''CHARGING CHWOKA:''' Go, go, down there! 

''{The tourists quickly run down. Dinomyte and Brooks Jaxxon walk up the stairs behind Charging Chwoka, who is throwing a grenade.}'' 

'''CHARGING CHWOKA:''' Yeah! ''{explosion}'' Take that! 

''{Dinomyte smacks on Charging Chwoka's shoulder, causing him to jitter back and wave his gun.}'' 

'''CHARGING CHWOKA:''' Who the-Jesus Christ, Dino, don't do that! 

'''DINOMYTE:''' Hey, Chwoko, I'm just excited to see that you ain't dead yet, 'zal! 

'''BROOKS JAXXON:''' Yeah, but Dino, I think distracting him in the middle of combat isn't a good idea. 

''{Nuclear Noid walks down to the stairwell.}'' 

'''NUCLEAR NOID:''' Not much combat anymore. Deck's all clear. 

''{Bluebry Bullets, Danzal, and Mu walk up to the rest from the bottom of the stairwell. Bluebry Bullet's boot is splashed with blood.}'' 

'''DANZAL:''' And the piratez are cleared from the rezt of the ship. 

'''BROOKS JAXXON:''' ''{pointing to Bluebry Bullets' boot}'' What's the deal with that? 

'''BLUEBRY BULLETS:''' Hmm? ''{looks down}'' Oh, interrogation with the ship's captain. Got a little messy. 

'''DANZAL:''' That waz...not an experience I'd like to relive. 

'''BLUEBRY BULLETS:''' ''{shrugs}'' Gets the job done. 

'''BROOKS JAXXON:''' It looks like the entire Team is here. 

'''NUCLEAR NOID:''' Yeah, except for Nacho and Greaser. No idea where they are.

'''MU:''' I haven't received any communication from either of them. They're supposed to be Belowdecks, though. 

'''NUCLEAR NOID:''' Well...making rounds won't hurt. 

''{The others curse and groan as they walk down the stairwell. Cut to a large boiler room. Cesar runs behind a crate and ducks down as bullets pierce through it, soaring above his head. He crawls forward, looking back and firing from his gun. He reaches a fork in the path of crates and heads left. Nacho and Greaser run up to the fork. Greaser goes left while Nacho goes right. We switch to an overhead shot, where we see them maneuvering through a seemingly maze-like path of crates, until Greaser hits a dead end. He turns around to see Nacho there, sighing.}'' 

'''NACHO:''' Damnit...looks like he threw us for a bit of a loop. 

'''GREASER:''' Well, he's definitely still on the ship, at least. And I'll bet he's still in this maze. Come on, let's go. 

''{Greaser walks forward and down a path. Suddenly, he hears Nacho yell, and a loud clang noise. He turns around to see Nacho standing over Nacho, transforming into Cesar. Nacho is holding a pipe.}'' 

'''NACHO:''' Bastard. 

'''GREASER:''' What...I don't understand... 

'''NACHO:''' He's a shapeshifter, rook. Probably got it from Gitmosplosion or some of the fallout. 

'''CESAR:''' ''{getting up}'' It was the fallout... 

'''NACHO:''' Now you listen here, Cesar. I don't care why you faked your death back in San Antonio or what you've been doing since then. But I wanna know what the deal is here. 

'''CESAR:''' Alright, alright...Henderson wasn't my employer. He was my partner. 

'''GREASER:''' You're the other guy? They would've said if you were Hispani-oh... 

'''CESAR:''' Yeah, pretty good, right? I can go hopping. If something goes bad, I'll just reinvent myself. Start anew. But it went a little too bad here. I got...conflicted in some business. And the only way out was to get some attacks, you know. And Nacho, I swear to you, I was clean and everything and- 

'''NACHO:''' Don't you lie to me, Cesar. You haven't been clean since, hell, ''ever''. 

'''CESAR:''' That's cold, holmes. You know me better than anyone and you know what it was like for me back in the SAPD. 

'''NACHO:''' I thought I knew you, Cesar. But I'm not sure I ever really did at all now. 

'''CESAR:''' That's too bad...I guess you'll just have to ''{pulls out a remote}'' die that way. 

''{He presses a button on the remote and charges through some crates, running off. Suddenly, the boilers across the room explode, causing predictable damage. Fires start to engulf everything, and Greaser and Nacho head for the stairs, sprinting as fast as they can.}'' 

'''GREASER:''' What about him?! 

'''NACHO:''' Let him die! 

''{Greaser looks at Nacho for a second and they continue sprinting on until they reach the doors. The slam them open and climb up the stairs until they reach the rest of the Team.}'' 

'''MU:''' Guys, what the hell was that explo- 

'''NACHO:''' No time! We need to get out of here, on the pirate's ship! Move! 

''{The Team runs up the stairs. Cut to the main deck. You can see the pirate ship nearby it. They all board the pirate ship as the cruise liner begins to sink.}'' 

'''BROOKS JAXXON:''' What about the hostages? 

'''MU:''' They're all here already, Brooks. No need to worry. Mission accomplished. 

''{Nacho looks down uneasily as the others, save Greaser, cheer. It then fades to an image of the boat at sea, at nighttime. The Team is sitting at a table, playing poker and drinking. Dinomyte is enthusiastic.}'' 

'''NUCLEAR NOID:''' Guys, before we play this next hand...I just wanted to make a toast ''{raises glass}'' to Sixpack Smith, the ass that's leaving us in the cold! To Nacho! 

''{The others toast to Nacho and drink their glasses.}'' 

'''GREASER:''' So, what are you gonna do now, Nacho? 

'''NACHO:''' I actually don't think I am retiring now. There's still plenty of scum out there, and I just realized that I need to help take care of them. 

''{The rest of the Team cheer for Nacho. Dinomyte gets up off the floor and begins to take his armor off.}'' 

'''DINOMYTE:''' Let's have a divin' contest! 

''{The rest of the Team gets up and follows him, except for Greaser and Nacho. Mu is holding a video recorder.}'' 

'''GREASER:''' Say, out of curiosity...was this "not retiring" thing influenced by Cesar? 

'''NACHO:''' Kid, I'm not gonna let my past control what I do. 

''{Nacho turns around, looking out at sea. The scene cuts to an oil tanker, where a worker is in the same position, looking out to sea. Suddenly, he transforms into Cesar and runs around a corner.}'' 

'''NACHO:''' ''{voice}'' But yes. 

''{The shot cuts to an overhead view of the oil tanker for a few seconds before fading to a black screen with "THE END" on it.}''

Trogador Discovers Indie Music

2009-05-10T15:26:57Z

The Noid: moved Trogador Discovers Indie Music to Magical Trogador Mystery Hour: Consolidation

#REDIRECT [[Magical Trogador Mystery Hour]]

NUCLEAR NOID AND THE ARMAGEDDON TEAM/5

2009-05-09T12:36:18Z

The Noid:

'''DOWN BY THE BAY (IS WHERE YOU'LL BE BURIED): PART TWO''' 

''{Scene: Calm ocean waters. The camera pans across to see the sun blaring down on some seagulls, sitting in the water. A few of them begin to chirp. The camera cuts in on them and a whirring noise becomes audible. Suddenly, the seagulls all fly away. A speedboat zips in their path, with two pirates in it - one gunning and one driving. The Armageddon Team is quick behind, on jetskis.}'' 

'''DINOMYTE:''' ''{firing shots from a shotgun}'' God damn Somalians! Speedah little fu- 

'''NUCLEAR NOID:''' ''{driving with Dinomyte in back}'' Less racist, more shoot! 

''{Dinomyte goes back to firing from his shotgun. Danzal pulls up aside them with Nacho firing in the back.}'' 

'''DANZAL:''' Ach, thank you. His blatant ignorance gets very irritating, especially vhen you are an immigrant such as myself... 

'''NACHO:''' Hey, at least you're not half Hispanic and named Nacho! 

'''DANZAL:''' Vell, vat'z your real name? 

'''NACHO:''' Sixpack. 

'''DANZAL:''' That'z ridiculouz. 

'''NACHO:''' ''{fires shots}'' And Danzal is better? 

'''DINOMYTE:''' Face it, Pepe, Ant'n over here's gotcha beat! 

'''NUCLEAR NOID:''' Where is the rest of the team?! We need all the men we can get and we're only up against two of these guys... 

''{Cut to the pirates. They weave through rocks and then over to the side of the cruiseship. Other pirates wait for them on the ledge. They jump off of the jetski and climb up.}'' 

'''PIRATE 1:''' So, we doin' alrigh'? 

'''PIRATE 3:''' Well, you might not be. 

''{The other pirates throw off their disguises, revealing themselves to be the remaining members of the Armageddon Team. Greaser melees one in the face with his rifle and a fight ensues. A few short seconds later, and Bluebry Bullets is kicking the bodies into the water.}'' 

'''BROOKS JAXXON:''' You know, I don't think it's exactly protocol to dispose of the bodies... 

'''BLUEBRY BULLETS:''' Brooks, we're in neutral waters. There ain't no protocol. And even if there was, do I look like the kind of the person that gives a damn? 

''{The other members of the team pull up and join the rest. Nuclear Noid is visibly annoyed.}'' 

'''NUCLEAR NOID:''' You know, it would have been nice if you told the rest of us about this lil' plan of yours. 

'''MU:''' I told Chwoka to do it. 

'''CHARGING CHWOKA:''' Yeah, I don't really remember that. 

'''GREASER:''' Who cares about that? Guys, it was a success, it doesn't matter. 

'''NACHO:''' Nothing's a success yet, kid. You're a rook, too, so listen up, I've been in this business since before you were born. You can't go into a mission believing you've already pulled it off. Messes with your judgment. Believe me. I learned it the hard way. 

'''CHARGING CHWOKA:''' You know, I've never heard this lecture before. 

'''BROOKS JAXXON:''' Yeah, what happened? 

'''NACHO:''' I'm not very keen on talking about it, to be honest...but I'm retiring tomorrow, so...I lost a friend. A partner. And I know it's a cliche to attribute his death to me, but... 

'''DANZAL:''' Vell, you know, ve all have pretty tragic paztz. I myzelf,- 

'''BLUEBRY BULLETS:''' Are we gonna sit around hugging each other or are we gonna go beat some asses? 

'''DINOMYTE:''' ''{raises hand}'' I elect to beat some asses! 

''{The others agree and they enter the cruise liner. Cut to the main deck. Pirates patrol it, keeping track of the hostages tied up in various locations. Cut to a little nook, covered by a large stack of crates. There is a tiny hatch on the floor. A man in a floral print shirt is on his knees.}'' 

'''PIRATE:''' ''{voice}'' That 'em all? 

'''PIRATE ALSO:''' ''{voice}'' Yah, pretty sure...let's just make rounds ''{voice getting louder, shadow visible}'' anoth' time. 

''{The man becomes increasingly nervouser as the shadow approaches. Nuclear Noid and Charging Chwoka appear below the hatch. A pirate turns the corner and notices the man.}'' 

'''PIRATE:''' Well well well, what do we have here? 

''{Nuclear Noid and Charging Chwoka burst out.}'' 

'''CHARGING CHWOKA:''' Looks like you got a bit of a problem on your hands. 

''{Cut to pirates making the rounds on the main deck. They hear gunshots and another pirate screaming. Nuclear Noid and Charging Chwoka run out, firing and freeing hostages. Pirates attempt to fight back, but they are but mere cannon fodder for these men. Meanwhile, we cut to Belowdecks, to some halls. Greaser and Nacho walk them vigilantly.}'' 

'''GREASER:''' ...you know, you're not the only one who's experienced stuff like that. Before I joined you guys, my entire crew was- 

'''NACHO:''' ''{sighs}'' Kid, I've heard it all before, and quite frankly, I'm getting too old for it. 

'''GREASER:''' For what? 

'''NACHO:''' For every little sobstory that comes by, that's what! Everybody in this town's got a tragic past. "Oh, my parents didn't love me so I joined a gang and now I'm a yadda yadda!" Give me a break... 

'''GREASER:''' We can't forget the past... 

'''NACHO:''' We can't let it define us, either. 

'''GREASER:''' ''{furiously}'' You hypocrite! You're the one still aching from something that happened before I was even- 

''{Nacho signals for Greaser to be quiet. They slowly walk, with gunshots audible in the distance. The farther they move, the louder the noises become until they reach a corner and the noises are coming from there. Nacho signals back at Greaser, who nods. They jump around the corner to find a bald Hispanic man with tattoos covering his arms shooting at somebody else. He turns around and looks shocked.}'' 

'''CESAR:''' Pack? 

'''NACHO:''' ''Cesar?!'' 

'''CESAR:''' Pack, it's been a long time, holmes! 

''{Nacho punches Cesar across the face, knocking him down.}'' 

'''NACHO:''' You bastard... 

'''GREASER:''' Woah, woah, cool it! What'd this guy do to you? 

'''NACHO:''' Evidently...he didn't die. 

''{The words "TO BE CONTINUED" appear on the screen.}''

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2009-05-09T12:33:49Z

The Noid:

Well, it's nice, but it's still(to my own dismay) a swing and a miss. {{User:Chaosvii7/Sig}} 00:57, 9 May 2009 (UTC)
:Yeah, I know. :T {{User:Skullbuggy/sig}} 01:25, 9 May 2009 (UTC)
::Angry Dragon is still my all-time favorite minor character since I first read Celebrity Deathmatch (which you still need to continue) [[User:Cow Puncher 5|Cow Puncher 5]] 01:33, 9 May 2009 (UTC)

SKULL YOU NEED TO GO THROUGH ALL YOUR UNUSED IMAGES AND MAKE A GALLERY OF THEM BECAUSE STUFF LIKE THIS IS AWESOME BUT WILL GET DELETED SOON {{User:The Noid/sig}} 12:33, 9 May 2009 (UTC)

NUCLEAR NOID AND THE ARMAGEDDON TEAM/char

2009-05-08T23:15:33Z

The Noid: oops

*[[/team|The Armageddon Team]]
*[[/vill|Villains]]

Talk:Punching Bells/1

2009-05-08T23:02:52Z

The Noid:

:You know it's actually called Baba O'Riley. I give the overall fanstuff a 4/10. --[[User:Kanjiro|Kanjiro]] 13:56, 7 May 2009 (UTC)
::The Who actually said it was both, so it's really Teenage Wasteland/Baba O'Riley. [[User:Cow Puncher 5|Cow Puncher 5]] 14:17, 7 May 2009 (UTC)
:::No members of The Who have ever said it was that, it was a working title which is like saying that I am Colin as well as the billion other names by parents tossed around while I was a wee fetus {{User:The Noid/sig}} 23:02, 8 May 2009 (UTC)

Talk:The Brotherhood

2009-05-04T20:24:58Z

The Noid:

i can see your poking fun at not only other villains in popular media but your own characters

also

http://fc00.deviantart.com/fs43/f/2009/081/3/4/Brainfreeze_by_MSparks.png

{{User:Chaosvii7/Sig}} 02:24, 4 May 2009 (UTC)
:YEHA THAT IS DOCTOR BRIAN FREEZE {{User:Skullbuggy/sig}} 02:50, 4 May 2009 (UTC)

This is like that series I was doing earlier except you have skills so you can make it bootiful {{User:The Noid/sig}} 20:24, 4 May 2009 (UTC)

Space-Aged Stupidity/Characters/majortom

2009-05-04T00:23:03Z

The Noid: and if I wear it past your work you'll see other guys are jeeeerks

'''Major Tom''', born 1934, once was a humble astronaut, with a wife that he loved very much (she knew btw). Do you understand that this is all one big David Bowie reference? Because it totally is. Anyways if you've listened to the song and you have Major Tom craps the bed and his tin can floats off into space, causing the mission to be a disaster for the ages. It can be assumed Major Tom died of starvation. 

'''UNLESS''' 

You factor in all of the God floating around in space. There's a lot of it there, I swear. Major Tom's tin can just happened to float in a very thick patch of God. He went in man. He came out as an omnipotent shining white man-like figure. So, uhh, think Dr. Manhattan. You've read Watchmen, right? No? What is your problem good Major Tom 

Major Tom is smart and stuff. That's a given. He's so smart he's even above the petty disagreements and battles that plague the others, which is a good thing, because he'd kick royal ass if he wanted to fully use his powers. Lucky for us!!!!

The Noid Gets All the Ladies (Obviously)/pickup

2009-04-28T22:02:57Z

The Noid: TONS NEW

'''This experiment is most likely on hold until April 20th.''' 

I'm experimenting with various pick-up lines on a very close female friend. For, uh, science. 

==PICK EM UPS==

Hey, do you have a quarter? No? That's too bad, ''because I told my mom I'd call her when I saw the girl of my dreams.'' 

Since you're tired you don't have to talk to me after school, you can sleep, heh. Speaking of, I like your new layout. And that picture you have is pretty good too, "Gravity is not responsible for falling in love." But you know what it is responsible for, right? ''My jaw dropping every time I see your face.'' 

Oh yeah, thanks for the comment. "We should go shopping" I agree! Let's go to the mall. I heard Santa is in town, and I can show him ''what he should bring me.'' 

Hey, '''wingman''' showed me this awesome puzzle, let me show you. Give me your hand. ''{grabs hand, places other hand's index finger across it}'' Okay, so my finger is a river. There's a bunny on this side, and he wants to get over to that side. How does he do it? ''{all answers mean no}'' You give up? Well...I don't know either. ''I just wanted to hold your hand.'' 

'''Requires you to leave toothpaste and/or dried drool on face''' What? ''{rubs off prop}'' Euch, why didn't you tell me I had this all over my face? Oh, you got something all over yours too. ''My eyes.'' 

You know, you really are an inspiration to me. I just tell myself, "''If I ever want to get a girl as a pretty as you some day, I should get my act together."'' 

'''Requires subject to be looking in a mirror.''' Hey, wanna see something beautiful? Again? ''You just did.'' 

'''Requires subject to say "Hoo, I'm hot (as in overheated)"'''. ''Don't have to say that, we all were thinking it.'' 

''{runs up to target, places hands on shoulder blades before retracting them}'' Oh, sorry, ''I thought those were your wings.'' 

Oh, what the-somebody stole my lunch card! Yeah, no, I checked my pockets...I bet it was you ''{to target}''. No way, I don't believe you! You're definitely a good thief. ''The first moment I saw you, you stole my heart.'' 

''{target walks into room}'' Hey, are you an interior decorator? Because when you walked in, ''the room became beautiful.'' 

'''Requires to be outside with stars''' Wow, look at all those pretty stars. ''I can match every one of them with a reason why I love you.'' 

Yeah, he does show off a lot in Gym. You know else was showing off? ''God, when he made you.'' 

'''Requires to be standing next to target with nobody else listening''' Hey, uh, I wanted to ask you a question. I'm kind of, uh, interested in somebody, and I was wondering if you would help me get their number. You will? Okay, good. But keep it on the down low, because ''she's right next to me.'' 

You excited for spring break? Yeah, me too, I get to see my cousin. Did I ever tell you about the time he got arrested? Say, have you ever been arrested? No? That's a surprise, because ''it must be illegal to look that good.''

'''WINGMAN:''' You know, target, I'm pretty sure this kid is in love with you or somethin'. / I don't know if I love her yet. ''I'm still lost in her eyes.'' 

I'm so excited for spring break, my cousin is in town. Did I ever tell you the story of how he was arrested? Have you ever been arrested? Well, I'm just asking, because ''it must be illegal to look this good.'' 

Yeah, that definitely is a great work of art. I'd call you one too. But don't get me wrong, you're no Mona Lisa...''even she's not as pretty as you.'' 

You know, if you were driving, and I was a stoplight, I'd turn red every time you went by ''just so I could see you a little bit longer.'' 

What'd you do over your spring break? Oh, that's good. Me, I just listened to (favorite album) like twice a day. Most amazing thing ever...''well, aside from you.'' 

Jesus, target...I'm sorry, but I thought I should tell you...the thing with your hair and the...put it short, you look like a car crash. ''I wanna stop staring but I just can't.'' '''NOT RECOMMENDED FOR BEGINNERS''' 

'''WINGMAN:''' Shut up, silence is golden! / Silence might be golden, ''but I'd give up all of the gold in the world so I could talk to you.'' 

Oh, 3.14159etcetcetc...oh, what? Those are just the digits of pi. I might know those, but there are seven digits I'd really like to know...''your phone number''. (Courtesy of Data) 

Will you grab my arm? ''Now I can tell all my friends I've been touched by an angel.'' 

==SUGGESTIONS==

==HALL OF FLAMERS==
*I'm thinking charcoal on canvas. (confusion) Oh sorry, just wondering how fate drew us together. ''Bluebry''
*I hope you know CPR because my heart just skipped a beat. ''Bluebry''
*I know that Milk does the body good, but wow, how much you been drinking? {{User:Lemon Demon43/sig}}
*THIS IS MY PICK-UP LINE ''Shadow''
*Hey, you ever heard of the Wiki User Wiki? No? Well, I'm kind of big deal there... ''TheDenzel''

NOID REVIEW TIME/the current socioeconomic trend our country is facing

2009-04-24T21:30:55Z

The Noid: NEW EPISODE

What does "socioeconomic" mean and why are there even words with seven syllables

Noid is PO'd/11

2009-04-24T20:02:47Z

The Noid: NEW EPISODE

I tried writing a dialogue for this but I am just so enraged that I CAN'T

I'd like to apologize on behalf of myself and the writer's room. Also you can also consider this "''the ladies'' being treated with no respekt" because I was gonna do that too but it enrages me almost as much

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2009-04-19T14:38:28Z

The Noid:

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''What has Batman faced so far? In Batman Begins, he faced his fears and became the Batman. In TDK, he faced the Joker and Two-Face, who were both a direct adversary to his morality. By overcoming them, he cemented the line that he will never cross. Both cases he pulled through. Basically, each movie has analyzed a certain aspect of Batmans personality and both the story and characters have revolved around this.

So whats left? Intellect. Batman ain't just some goon who beats down goons at random, he is a detective. Not just any detective, but the worlds greatest detective. While the past two movies have shown him using these skills, it has yet to reach the point where he has been truly challenged in this region, overcome his faults, and emerged as a more powerful individual.

And who is the perfect villain to challenge Batman in this regard? The Riddler, hands down. They would have to redefine the character a bit, but thats fine.

My vision of how it would play out;

The Riddler is a masked criminal, and unlike previous incantations completely covered so we don't know who he is. As usual, he is obsessed with Riddles, intellectual games, and challenges. So he attempts to solve the ultimate riddle: Who is the Batman? From here, he enters Gotham City and commits crimes for the sole intent of drawing out the Bat, at which point he directly challenges Batman to his version of the ultimate game. Discover my identity and capture me so I'll stop holding Gotham ransom, while I will be trying to discover your identity to reveal it to the public. From here we launch off on a crime mystery where each individual is trying to discover who each other is, while solving various riddles each has left behind. To make matters worst, the police are also after Batman, so him discovering the Riddlers identity is twice as important.

From a movie perspective, this would be entertaining. Leave legitimate hints as to the Riddlers identity as well as a list of suspects mixed in with action similar to the TDK, and we have a suspenseful mystery with the occasional action,all while Wayne is gradually learning how to be a true detective and not merely rely on technology for tracking criminals as he has in the past two movies.

Want to throw in a ironic plot twist? Make it so that the Riddler double stabs Batman by betraying the rules of their game and framing an innocent scape goat to take the fall for his persona so he can pull off his real mission (revenge killing, ultimate heist?), someone who has never been seen during his crimes, Bruce Wayne. I just love the idea of a drawn out scene with the police slowly marching up to Wayne Manor, barging in with guns pointed out at Wayne, making it seem like the Riddler has won, Gordon saying "Give it up, we know who you are", then they tell Bruce he is under arrest, and in slow silence Bruce turns around and says, "he figured it out, huh?" At which point they arrest him, for being the Riddler.

I don't know, this idea of an identity game between Batman and the Riddler just seems appealing to me.

Thoughts?''

These are beauty

Herschel the Singing God

2009-04-18T01:42:53Z

The Noid: This was an attempt to emulate Motley Crue's songwriting

===Making Lives Out of Plane Crashes===
''Ninety-six dead today, with an 'dditional missing seventeen 
''At the corner of Lake Michigan, with nothing so we can lean 
''The people stay inside, and stare their sorrows down 
''Left searching for the lost, losing what they already found ''

''And they waste away their hours, and they lose their nights of sleep 
''It's all good enough for getting but not good enough to keep 
''The gift just keeps on giving, the world keeps going round 
''And they're still out their searching, nothin' left to be found 

''The olive branch extends, and another one chops down 
''Washed away in the tears of those refusin' to hang around 
''The lives that we affect, and all the people that we meet 
''Are only worth as much as the potholes in our street 

''The cycle isn't broken, or at least as far as I know 
''If there's a chicken with a peck, bring 'em and let em show 
''Until then I will just remain in position at the pound 
''Jackie Kennedy was in on it all what they already found 

===Sigh===
''Sometimes I don't know what to do with my hands 
''Or all the things that I'm holding 
''Often times I'll just give into my mind's own demands 
''And if my mind said that then he's lying 

''Heavy sighs and shrugs all around 
''The story of my life 
''There's nothing wrong with the something I found 
''Except for maybe the knife 

''Chicka ferdy''

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2009-04-18T00:59:45Z

The Noid:

kristen stewart's hot {{User:Sephiroth/sig}} 23:07, 17 April 2009 (UTC)
:did you see the poster dude she's a whore {{User:Chaosvii7/Sig}} 23:09, 17 April 2009 (UTC)
::i still would. B) {{User:Sephiroth/sig}} 23:10, 17 April 2009 (UTC)
:::I feel as though I should move this to another site. {{User:Chaosvii7/Sig}} 23:12, 17 April 2009 (UTC)
::::I have a feeling you haven't read it {{User:The Noid/sig}} 00:59, 18 April 2009 (UTC)

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2009-04-13T23:54:57Z

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