OROCHI IS HEREBY FIRED.

But Darky's shoulder smells like taco and is covered in his sweat from dancing salsa all day >=|
 
*pulls out a portable space time transcending hole*

*cough* Ahem. THIS IS MADNESS!
 
*Welcomes Orochi to the Boxcar of Forgotten Moderators and hands him bourbon*

Welcome to the party of drinking and obliviousness. Oh and if you get knifed, it was probably that gremlin that lives in the corner.
 
Nah, Oro is in the private suite down the hall, Chaos. Something about banging the hotel manager....
 
Don't worry, I'll drop by from time to time to spam pics of azn gurlz and/or post comics in the comics group or something.

Wait, what? You did that? WHAT?

Anyways... Goodbye, sweet prince...