GrumpyGhostOwl
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| quote: | Originally posted by Ebonyswanne
Not straight away, No.
But you could set one in the future... we love creative flare! |
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I suppose being Nambu, he could gather up the bits from the rocket wreckage and apply Mad Science:
From Advanced Mad Science for Dummies
Chapter 5: Build Your Own Shambling Undead Girlfriend in 8 Easy Steps!
Ingredients: Tesla coils, lightning rod, big surgical table, hunchbacked assistant - hey where's that guy from the episode with the old king? The one who looks like Peter Lorre? He'll do! - one truckload of suture material with needles, a cadaver for spare parts, sheets, shotgun, a bunch of flowers and a short-term lease on a crumbling castle overlooking a village with a windmill and villagers who own pitchforks and flaming torches.
Step 1: separate Pandora bits from inorganic rocket wreckage.
Step 2: combine Pandora bits with spares from a handy cadaver using sutures.
Step 3: arrange result on surgical table; cover with sheet.
Step 4: if necessary arrange change of name by Deed Poll so that hunchbacked assistant is named 'Igor.' (Skip this step if hunchbacked assistant is already named Igor.)
Step 5: have hunchbacked assistant connect Tesla coils, lightning rods etc and shuffle around saying, "Yeth, Marthter."
Step 5: check weather reports. If no storms are forecast, see Chapter 7 - 'generating dramatic thunderstorms.' (Also see Chapter 9 - 'timing maniacal laughter during dramatic thunderstorms')
Step 6: when lightning hits rod, throw switch and wait for signs of life.
Step 7: scream, "It's alive!"
Step 8: if subject appears homicidal, apply shotgun. If not, give flowers, book table at local restaurant and have fun, kids!
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This post has been edited 2 time(s), it was last edited by GrumpyGhostOwl on 09-12-2016 at 09:33.
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09-12-2016 01:35
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GrumpyGhostOwl
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Earlier in this thread, I suggested that when faced with the realisation that he's rubbish at dating, Nambu would retreat to the lab and attempt to turn frustration into a weapon. It occurred to me while I was cleaning out the Barn Owlery yesterday just what form this could take.
He would, based on an analysis of the biochemistry in question, create a chemical weapon which could be applied to Galactor mooks with the following effects:
Mook over 40: on inhaling aerosolised particles, mook (or Evil Commander du jour) reassesses life, quits job, steals red sports car and attempts to date younger women.
Mook over 25 but under 40: on inhaling aerosolised particles, mook (or Evil Commander du jour) quits job and goes on trekking holiday with the aim of climbing Mt Kilimanjaro or walking the Kokoda Track.
Mook under 25: on inhaling aerosolised particles, mook shuts himself up in his room, paints his fingernails black and listens to Evanescence all day.
Berg Katse: gas has no effect.
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This post has been edited 1 time(s), it was last edited by GrumpyGhostOwl on 09-12-2016 at 22:10.
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09-12-2016 22:08
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I think you may have something there...most guys DO seem to like sex...
