Gifts for Ryker

I will wish a nectrotizing facitiis upon you.

 

HAPPY BURTHDAY!

*Tackles him to the floor*

I WUV YOU!

 

Armageddon's Engineer gets a year older.

I swear it, the Penguins will pay...

THEY WILL PAY!!!

 

*Snuggles him*

I hope your birfffdaaay ish funnnnnn!

 

Shall I demolish that armament?

 

WHERE'S THE DAMNED CAKE! AND WHY AREN'T THE ANTI-RICK-ROLL'ED SPELL BANNERS NOT UP YET?! AND WHERE ARE THE DAMNED HOOOOOOOOOOKEEEEEERS!

 

-runs into the thread- Someone said hookers...where...!
Oh...It was TK! Are you doing favors in the gutter again?

-hands a army of flesh eating mutant blueberries to Ryker- Happy birthday!

 

YAY!

*Snuggles Cor*

The stripper pole is on the left of the bar in the back, in the naughty bits of the birthday party room....

 

Hippy birthday, Ryker!

 

-drags TK with her- DANCE WOMAN. -points up at the pole then runs off ta spike the already spiked punch-

 

*Whimpers and then tries to dance on the pole, effectively knocking herself in the head with it five times*

.....

COR! HELP ME SEXY!

 

-facepalms at TK then dunks her head in the punch bowl to drink-

 

*Drains the bowl, then starts giggling madly before stealing Cor's top and running away with it*

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

 

Oh dear.... SOMEONE GET ME A TRANQ DART! -runs after TK trying to get her shirt back- TK! STOP RUNNING! GIMME MY SHIRT BACK!

 

*Throws her shirt at the VERY top of the stripper pole*

CLIMB! HEHEHEHEHEHEH AHAHAHAHAHA!

 

O_O" uhh...damnit. -climbs and gets her shirt, spiraling back down with it and ending up upside down somehow- TK HELP! GEMME' DOWN FROM HERE!

 

*Points and laughs, too plastered to help*

 

...

Ryker, if you would please...

*Ryker blows the stripper pole and Corvus away with an MGL-140 grenade launcher.*

Seriously, Ah don' git paid enough fer 'is shite.

 

I do believe the perfect gift for a man like Ryker would be a woman dressed up as that chick that gives you your debriefings in Red Alert 3, russian accent and everything.