The Won-Ton Violence Take-Out Hut

[NullAshton]

I wonder what a null-space cannon firing into that gateway would do...

Anyway, the g-spike engines of my battlemoon use their drive to fix this universe. Wooooooohooo!

[RudyHuxtable]

Hey Hut Fans!

I've just extended an underhanded olive branch to the Bar and Grill. Seeing as how we made so much revenue from recent sporting events (that was some Air Hockey Showdown, huh?!) I've offered to install a wormhole to bridge the two establishments and create one super joint, OR I've offered to buy them out. Either way, some great things are brewing!

I'll keep you posted. Until then, stay righteous!

Bon Appetit!

[RudyHuxtable]

It would appear that my overtures to the Bar & Grill are being ignored. They seem to think that it's groovy to continue this crazy intergalactic restaurant war!

Do you know what the Huxtable says to that, kids?

That's right! GAME ON!

Let the beatings begin all around!

And don't forget to try the new Mushroom XiChung Burger!

Bon Appetit!

[AngeldelaMuerte]

StrategiaInUltima said:
Erm... no divine or unholy shield could even approach the strength of a modified Peacekeeper Command Carrier with hyperdimensional shielding. The Divine and Unholy is unique per universe, and thus count for only one universe (or in this case dimension too), but my shielding connects hundreds of dimensions with all their universes at the same time... meaning it's better than a Holy Hyper-Shield Generator.

I know I promised I wouldn't but I can't help myself! (Sorry Tim) Strategia: The sentence 'Divine and Unholy is unique per universe' only serves to underline your ignorance of the Divine. Interpretation of the Divine may vary from universe to universe and from culture to culture upon a single planet but the nature of the Divine is constant throughout this and any other universes. The Divine is the force that brought this and the infinate number of other universes into existance. Nothing created by the minds and hands of men can compare to the power of that which can create Infinity. Your Peacekeeper Command Carrier is a mere trinket, a toy, next to that sort of power.

I'm going to stop now, because it's just been pointed out to me that all this 'Well my ship's got super-duper-uber shields!' is nothing more than a geeky form of 'My male reproductive organ is bigger than yours.' And that's just infantile.

[NullAshton]

Don't make me bring out my interlaced carbon-nanotube armor which redirects all energy attacks, and can also cloak without using power, and is uber-good at deflecting kinetic attacks. Basically, its super-uber, and can stop any attack.

[Strategia_In_Ultima]

Oh yeah? Well, to be frank, I think I can mod something in without any trouble that has a massive resistance, armor, unbelievably high emissive armor, a weapons strength that could be enough to take out your ship in one shot, Master Computer capability, massive standard + bonus movement generation, more combat movement, Quantum Reactor, needs no supply, has a cloak level of 999, is 0kT in size, costs nothing, etc.

Heeheeheeheehee.....

[Strategia_In_Ultima]

pretty torn apart from a struggle with two miniature sharks in the B&G, Strategia enters.

Piece by piece.

"Ooh... my head. Say is that my arm? Hank..." tries to lift himself up to the height of the bar, a pretty difficult task with just one shoulder and a bit of arm attached to your head, while your neck happily dances away freely "...get me a Spatial Rift. Extra strong please."

a stray leg hops in.

"Not another one! I've already got five here! How am I supposed to know which is my real set of legs!"

outside the B&G, Angel has set up a cloning chamber, manned by her fluffy rabid killer rabbits, that churns out legs at a rate of two per minute.

[Strategia_In_Ultima]

after pulling himself together (the extra-strong Spatial Rift was a powerful catalyst. No limb can resist the attraction of Hank's Spatial Rifts) Strategia stands up and burshes some dust off his (rather torn) gery maffioso tux.

"Guys... this is serious. They're throwing black holes around at the B&G."

as if on cue, Angel pops her head round the door and flicks in a rather large black hole.

"I feel... an irresistible attraction... must... enter... black... hole... No! No! Must... resist... psychic... black... hole! Must... resist!... NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

that last word was uttered when the entire Won-Ton saw the keg full of hyperquantums - the key ingredient for a Spatial Rift - beginning to slide slowly but surely towards the black hole.

[Jack Simth]

Jack Points out the black hole to Hank
Jack "Looks like someone spilled their drink; you might want to mop that up."
Hank "Got it."
Hank grabs a rather unusual mop, and plops it right into the middle of the black hole, then swabs it around a bit; in a moment, the mop has soaked up the black hole. Hank then wrings the mop out over a bucket, and pours the resulting drink into a glass.
Jack "I knew there was I reason I didn't order any of those."

(Bad pun, I know, but hey - cartoon physics, right?)

[Strategia_In_Ultima]

meanwhile, cloned legs of Strategia keep hopping into the take-out at a rate of two per minute. Soon, the legs begin to consume more alcoholic beverages than the patrons - something deemed absolutely impossible...

Hank: "Er, guys, shouln't we do somethin' 'bout the leggies? I've almost no Speetial Rifds left in sdorage... somebo'y shoo' the damn legs!"

Jack pulls a pocket universe out of his vest and flicks it to the legs. He then fills it with Spatial Rifts. The legs hop towards it and disappear. Jack then lets the pocket universe experience its end.

Legs still hop in at a rate of two per minute, though.