West Ryder Silver Bullet: Comedy RP
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Aww, I wanted to be a Kasabian, bu no spots are open.
Off topic, I'm listening to Kasabian right now, so this is a little weird...
Off topic, I'm listening to Kasabian right now, so this is a little weird...
Chapter 1: Take Aim
Marty stood outside the large, prestigious bank, two members of the Kasabians either side of him. The bank was very shiny. He liked shiny things.
"Cap'tol Bank, eh?", he said in his thick, Irish accent, "Should be good for robbing boys."
Pulling down his ski mask over his face, Marty kicked the large stone door open whilst simultaniously pumping his shotgun.
"Mornin' folks! Names Marty!", he said, firing his shotgun in the air, "And these are my mates. We'll be talking your loot now, yeh rich bastards."
Marty stood outside the large, prestigious bank, two members of the Kasabians either side of him. The bank was very shiny. He liked shiny things.
"Cap'tol Bank, eh?", he said in his thick, Irish accent, "Should be good for robbing boys."
Pulling down his ski mask over his face, Marty kicked the large stone door open whilst simultaniously pumping his shotgun.
"Mornin' folks! Names Marty!", he said, firing his shotgun in the air, "And these are my mates. We'll be talking your loot now, yeh rich bastards."
"Aye, we're is' mates."
Michael started twirling the hair that stuck out from the side of his mask.
"Yeah, what Marty said, we be takin' ya monies."
Michael pulled a pistol from under his jacket and started walking Bond-Style along the row of counters, occasionally scaring the staff by aiming at them, breaking into song.
"Live and let dieeeeeeee! Whoo!"
Michael started twirling the hair that stuck out from the side of his mask.
"Yeah, what Marty said, we be takin' ya monies."
Michael pulled a pistol from under his jacket and started walking Bond-Style along the row of counters, occasionally scaring the staff by aiming at them, breaking into song.
"Live and let dieeeeeeee! Whoo!"
I was going for the doofus look.
Big Joe followed Marty inside the prestigious bank, and looked around the room as Marty did the normal routine.
I wonder if they are staring at Marty's gun... or my totally awesome Michaelangelo mask!
Big Joe looked around the room, while doing the 'intimimadaticon' part of the robbery. He was quite glad that he had brought the official Michaelangelo Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles mask...
Big Joe was so glad he was doing so awesomely today, he leant to the left, to lean on a nearby wall.
Unfortunately the wall was actually a 75 year old lady. Who wasn't really up to the challenge of holding Joe's huge figure, so she fell.
And so did he.
"ORANGES AND LEMONS!!" Joe screamed on his rapid descent to the floor. After he fell, Joe sprang quickly up.
There's a lot of potato crisps on the floor, I could here the cracking....
Joe looked towards the ground, and saw the crushed old lady...
"Ohhh, Sorry miss..."
I wonder if they are staring at Marty's gun... or my totally awesome Michaelangelo mask!
Big Joe looked around the room, while doing the 'intimimadaticon' part of the robbery. He was quite glad that he had brought the official Michaelangelo Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles mask...
Big Joe was so glad he was doing so awesomely today, he leant to the left, to lean on a nearby wall.
Unfortunately the wall was actually a 75 year old lady. Who wasn't really up to the challenge of holding Joe's huge figure, so she fell.
And so did he.
"ORANGES AND LEMONS!!" Joe screamed on his rapid descent to the floor. After he fell, Joe sprang quickly up.
There's a lot of potato crisps on the floor, I could here the cracking....
Joe looked towards the ground, and saw the crushed old lady...
"Ohhh, Sorry miss..."
I'm going for the idiotic look
And suddenly, the alarm in the F.A.R.T office went boom.
Ivan checked his bag if everything he needed was inside. Some C4 and fuses and an igniter. Well, it was full enough. And this time, just this time, maybe he could reach the car key first. He could finally drive the shiny FART van. For the first time in his career at FART.
He darted towards the desk on which the key was, hoping to pounce it first.
Ivan checked his bag if everything he needed was inside. Some C4 and fuses and an igniter. Well, it was full enough. And this time, just this time, maybe he could reach the car key first. He could finally drive the shiny FART van. For the first time in his career at FART.
He darted towards the desk on which the key was, hoping to pounce it first.
"Bloody El' Joe."
Michael grabbed his hand and pulled him up.
"Can we just get t' damn cash. I've got some fancy cigars, booze and women that need paying for. Children just burn holes in the pocket..."
Michael grabbed his hand and pulled him up.
"Can we just get t' damn cash. I've got some fancy cigars, booze and women that need paying for. Children just burn holes in the pocket..."