A Game of Thrones of Breasts. (The Mr Fib RP.)

Unfortunately for the Admiral, due to his TIME spent NOT MOVING, his limbs have ATROPHIED.

THE ADMIRAL CANNOT MOVE.

HE MAY BE UNABLE TO MOVE!

Anicus decides to use this moment to disregard JAAAAAAN THE WAAAZAARDDD and exact his revenge on The Admiral.

Anicus walks up to The Admiral and proceeds to pull out the tampon fused to his ass.

It takes a lot of pulling and guttural groans from The Admiral, but it is pulled free.

Gary Busey falls out of The Admirals ass.

Anicus has a new friend.

The Admiral is writhing in pain from having a full grown insane man and a tampon violently pulled out of his ass.

Anicus is glad he let the Tampon plant his Gary Busey seed in The Admiral's colon letting Busey gestate.

Gary Busey does this:

Poni doesn't get very far in her wanderings before she hears commotion from where the others are. She rolls her eyes, wondering if she is going to have to BITCH SLAP someone yet again. Upon returning, she first sees the Admiral rolling on the ground in apparent pain, then a strange looking WIZARD with a bright beard of shining glory.

Then she looks head on into the face of an ever looping Gary Busey and is mindscrewed.

Anicus, being blind, is safe from effects of staring into the infinite circle of Busey and decides to use Busey as a weapon against JAAAAAN THE WAZZAAARD!

He goes to move Busey in front of JAAAAAN THE WAZAAAAARD but being blind picks up Poni instead.

Poni, still distracted by the mindscrew that is infinite looping Busey, is suddenly scooped up from behind by something. "WHAT THE--" she yelps, flailing her legs and struggling to escape as Anicus advances towards the technicolored magical wizard, using her as an apparent weapon.

"PUT ME DOWN YOU IDIOT" Poni screams, though as he has no head and therefore no ears, he of course can't hear her...

JAN THE WAZARD, regard these SHENANIGANS with a TWINKLE in his eye.

He CHUCKLES, then puts PONI in his POCKET.

After rolling around in pain and also being immobile the Admiral shouts a suggestion to the giant douche-bag.

"SUP BRO, I HEARD YOU'RE BLIND NOW! WELL I CAN'T MOVE. WE SHOULD TOTALLY TEAM UP AND HAVE BUDDY ADVENTURES. YOU CARRY ME, I'LL BE YOUR EYES!"

The Admiral also realises that the douche-bag is blind, it might take him a while to get there.

Jon/Ylgul/Joe/Urg laughs as the Admiral fails to punch him, and decides to tackle and pummel him.

NIPPLE the BUTLER, drags himself over to JAN the WAZARD, and begins to HUMP the WAZARD's leg.

No one is quite sure how he does this, as Nipple has no CROTCH.

JAN chuckles again, and PATS his pocket, causing TREMORS to SHUDDER through the POCKET DIMENSION, in which Poni now resides.

"Welcome friends, to the land of the WAZARDS he says." as he sratches NIPPLE between the ears.

Silence is heavy over the field, aside from the sounds of JonURGathon pounding the helpless Admiral.

Jon/Ylgul/Joe/Urg pauses his obliteration of the Admiral to ask, "The land of the Wazards? How close are we to the Throne of Breasts?"

He then continues to pound the Admiral into the dirt.

Anicus is blind, but being a douchebag gives him an impeccable sense of knowing when someone is being fucked in the ass.

Anicus has a strong feeling that John is raping the Admiral.

JAN the WAZARD watches JonURGathon with relish.

"There are many leagues to go yet, the path is long and straight ahead from here sir. You must be firm and hardy, if you are to succeed. But for now, feel free to carry on with your pounding~."

He turns back to the others, focusing his attention on Anicus.

Surrounded by acres of fabric, more so than should have been possible in the strange POCKET DIMENSION (it's larger on the inside than the outside apparently..), Poni is at first at a loss for what to do.
She can't call for help, as it seems none of the others are inclined to be of any help at all. There doesn't seem any way out. Angrily Poni gets out her iron pickaxe and swings is down upon one of the walls of the pocket, hoping to break her way out through sheer force.

Jon/Ylgul/Joe/Urg does as he is told (with much less reluctance than a normal human should have with this kind of thing), stopping only when the Admiral's face is covered in blood.

When he gets up to join the others, he convulses, and stands in a very dignified manner.

"My lord JAN the WAZARD, what is your opinion of the Company? And is there anything I can do to change that opinion for the better?"

JAN the WAZARD suddenly clutches his THIGH, and MUMBLES something.

He looks slightly FLUSHED, as he CLEARS his THROAT.

Somewhere, very FAR AWAY, The Narrator ruffles his newspaper.

JAN the WAZARD STROKES his MULTI-COLOURED beard.

He SNAPS his FINGERS, and a group of SMALL GNOME ONION MEN lift the Admiral onto their shoulders.

With many a CACKLE and WHISTLE, they carry Lightningbolt away.

CHUCKLING again, JAN sits cross-legged, in MID AIR.

"No." he says, with a TWINKLE, and a TWINKIE in his EYE.

Jon/Ylgul/Joe/Urg looks confused, but convulses again, and begins to drool.

Poni continues to dig in with her iron pickaxe, ignoring the shaking around her as JAN pats his pocket.

Admiral Wolverine Lightningbolt is being hauled away by gnomes. His future at this point is quite ambiguous. He begins to shake in fear and a p[okeball falls out of his pocket along with his bacon.

SEVERAL items surround Poni:

A few old tissues.
D:

A large key chain and keys.

A Largish dragon.

A very old, very filthy PORNOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE from the 1920s.

The POKEBALL does nothing.

HOWEVER, the GNOMES swarm around the BACON, tearing each other apart in their attempts to claim their DELICIOUS PRIZE.

The Admiral drops to the ground with a THUD.

!

Poni stops what she is doing to inspect the items that have magically appeared.

She decides the tissues are not to be touched. Who knows what THEY have been used for. She picks up the magazine and flips through a couple pages. She can actually see bits of skin in some of the pictures. SCANDALOUS.

She quickly pockets the keys before turning to the dragon, who is eying her. She is not sure if it is friendly or dangerous, and she pulls her pickaxe into a defensive position.

The DRAGON BELCHES loudly, and a small puff of fire emerges from it's maw. One of the "WALLS" catches alight.

A RUMBLING noise fills the POCKET DIMENSION.

The DRAGON is PURRING.

MEANWHILE....

Only ONE GNOME is still standing. It is a particularly LARGE and ANGRY
GNOMES. It WADDLES towards the immobilised Admiral with a MEAN GLINT in
it's eye, and a RAGING BONER.

Just as it is about to reach Lightningbolt, a LARGE SWORD swings down to CLEAVE IT IN TWAIN.

Ned Stark Sean Bean stands over the Admiral.

"WINTER IS SIMPLY MORDOR SHARPE." he says.















The Narrator wipes a tear from his eye.