Free Hot Chocolate

[Groddil]

"Ha! You mean the key I had specially made for the cage? The key which clearly unlocked the cage not five minutes ago? Yes, leave Banya. Let me deal with this fake ruler once and for all. The moderators have been lurking in the shadows for far too long. I will finally give them the opportunity they need to once again rule the cellars!"

* 'Groddil' takes a sip of his mocha and fires his SPAMgun at Ashleg again.

[Banya]

*blocks it inadvertently by throwing mug of cocoa in frustration* It's COLD.

[Ashleg]

* Ashleg yelps and ducks, throwing a whale spear to knock the "Mocha" out of Edgy-Groddil's paw.

[Groddil]

"Of course it's cold, Banya. Now, if you join me, I will heat it up for you. Make the right choice."

* 'Groddil' takes a sip from his mocha and shoots SPAM at Ashleg AGAIN. He then easily dodges the whale spear.

"The correct term is 'harpoon.'"

[Ashleg]

*deflects the SPAM with the whale spear*

I'll heat it up for you! *sob* I'll heat it up!

[Banya]

Will you listen to and meet the needs of citizens such as Galli and myself, Prez?

[Ashleg]

*wail* If it complies to the needs of my tolitarian rule!

[James Gryphon]

Eh, he probably won't, but better the double-crosser than the triple-crosser-to-be.

[Groddil]

I'LL heat it up.  Hmm, my hands are full. Let me get the blowtorch.

*puts down mocha*

Hmm, why Am I holding this spam gun? Why is there spam everywhere?

*shrugs, and goes to pick up the mocha...*

[Ashleg]

And it's not a harpoon, I know very well what a harpoon is!
This is a spear with whales literally engraved onto it.

* Ashleg rushes over and knocks the mocha away from Groddil as soon as he's about to pick it up.

NO!
Don't do it!
That mocha takes control of your mind and turns you against us!

[Lady Ashenwyte]

Burn Ashleg alive he's not being just.

[Groddil]

* Groddil rolls eyes.

"It's only a mocha, how bad can it be?"

* Groddil goes to pick the mocha up again, but is distracted by a PDA beeping.

"What the? All troops are on shore leave and the generals have been reassigned to ANTARCTICA? Cancel that order, bloody viruses messing around with your electronic devices."

* Groddil goes to pick the mocha up again, but decides against it.

"Maybe I'll just have some Milo instead."

[Ashleg]

Burn Ashleg alive he's not being just.

No.

* Groddil rolls eyes.

"It's only a mocha, how bad can it be?"

* Groddil goes to pick the mocha up again, but is distracted by a PDA beeping.

"What the? All troops are on shore leave and the generals have been reassigned to ANTARCTICA? Cancel that order, bloody viruses messing around with your electronic devices."

* Groddil goes to pick the mocha up again, but decides against it.

"Maybe I'll just have some Milo instead."

Use your ears, buddy!
The mocha is poison, mind control!

[Lady Ashenwyte]

*Stabs Ashleg*

VIVA LA REVOLUTION!

[Groddil]

* Baliss murders Ashenwyte with his own Chainaxe.