Therapist wrote:pock63 wrote:Galactus looks down on this odd group of little creatures in disgust at first but after a few moments he begins to notice some potential for the one named Cabor Tooth. After a moments thought he he could not think of anything constructive to ad to the inane conversation so he went back to an old standby catch phrase of his own inventing.
"Fear me GALACTUS devourer of worlds!"
HA! Fear you. What for? For being oh so allllll powerful seems your trapped here to. Galactus huh. Well if I remember galactus right then you need ta eat or else youll die. So ways I see it is you need to get out of here more desperate then anyone. Maybe for a taste of that old cosmic power your good pall Sabretooth will help you out. Or maybe I will just split you open and take it if you turn out to be one of those rotting zombies I smell
Leviathan wrote:"Or maybe it is the circus."
VariablePenguin wrote:From what I can tell, you all seem human to me. And you're all speaking Basic. The Force isn't working right for me here, so I don't think we're in my galaxy any more.
Oh Jann, what have I gotten myself into this time?
darththomas81 wrote:Elmo awoke with a jolt as the sheer gravity of the situation hit him. He gave sabertooth on last cuddle then got to his feet
"Elmo think we in very bad place and Elmo also think there's only one way out of here. Elmo want to be friends with all of you but Elmo also want to go home. Elmo know that the enemy know who he is and when nighty sleep time come one of Elmo's real friends will be leaving. Elmo need real friends, good friends, it no matter to Elmo that people know he good because like Elmo said the enemy already know who good and who bad. So Elmo want good friends to help get rid of these nasty icky zombies. Elmo not, not, not zombie but please zombies me still be your friend."
Elmo started to pace back and forth waiting for his true friends to speak up, he knew he needed to find the visionary if he were to stand any chance of surviving this, he was the only one in the cave who did not posses any super powers or exceptional skill, all he knew was his alphabet and how to count. As he paced back and forth he started to sing hoping others would join in. He may not be super powered but at least he might raise moral amongst his new found friends.
"Old MacDonald had a farm eee, eye, eee, eye, ooooh and on that farm he had a......"
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