New Beginning (cont'd)

[Zaleramancer]

Oh..


That's what that was?


Dang. Thought someone was having a banshee chorus.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 

"Til death do us part, ya nasty..." I respond to the B***h.

"Well, then, ya creep...time to make ya pass away an' die..."

*Cue epic, earth-cracking, apocalypse-bringing battle of hateful, hellacious doom, the likes of which the world has never seen...*

[jester_of_god]

starts playing guitar  to a collection of the most annoying romantic love songs in history with a combination of missolusionance and aura injection.

[jester_of_god]

hah, I can't believe the timing I had on that one.

creates a warp in space time around a planet sized are the two of you are in and locks you in the hunnymooners dimension.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

That was over a lot quicker than I assumed it would be.

Guess the thought of marriage spurred me on.

"Kyah!" Kick to the back of the neck, slamming the B***h into the ground so hard she phases through all the way to the other side of the planet. Then I do a spatial seal, causing us to always be this far apart for the rest of time. Until I decide to undo the lock myself.

[jester_of_god]

till death do us part claus verfied by Saint Peter denies any type of separation such as that under penalty of a conjointment dissalowing any seperation of more than one inch for the next eon cycle.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Saint Peter didn't verify that part...see? No signature...

[jester_of_god]

either way the hunnymooners dimension wouldn't allow it. It's in it's programming.

starts playing with a yo yo. The only way to get out is to actually have a vactation, it's kind of a creation meant to stop divorces as well as allow new couples to enjoy each other, in other words fake it, and get a demon to find a loophole later.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Nope. Can't make me.

*Boots Boomqueefah in the face to the other side of the vast expanse, and immediately calls a conference with St. Peter.*

[jester_of_god]

How did you get it, it's locked away in the book of the lamb. besides you need to look closer, theres a spiritual fingerprint under neath the sub section two paragraph three, it's safer than writing the actual name...in other words no getting out of this dude...speaking of which no trying to do the same to me, already got the thing with Rhea and she'd probably kill us both.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Not now...too busy in my conference, thanks very much...

[jester_of_god]

eh whatever, you  would have made a good couple and your children would have been some of the most powerful unholy abominations that this universe would have ever experienced.  Which is one of the reasons He agreed to sign it in the first place.

By the way I'm surprised you didn't take the time to fix Celadon.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

What for? It only takes a snap of my fingers

*finger snap*

See?

*Disperses the huganitmous malt ball and donates the pieces to every desolate nation in the universe, ending world hunger long enough for my squadrons to get there and plant some real food...*

[Celadon's Penultimate]

And besides, SOOO not having babies with THE B***H...no flippin' way.

[jester_of_god]

whatever man, by the way glad my malt ball could help...but your planet now has no core....by the way I know a good demonic lawyer that could probably get rid of the contract, but you wouldn't like the price...or I could just get rid of it for you...you know what this has reminded me of Rhea a bit I think I'll go get her.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

*Snaps finger again*

Core is now composed of a mix of magic metals, crystalline minerals, lava and magma, some brown stuff, and psychic energy (all of which immutable by anybody but me...)

[jester_of_god]

Rhea's fine, it went the same as usual, greetings a conversation, and me ending up getting a comet powered take down kick to the side of the face. She said she's visiting, maybe we can introduce her to your wife before we try to get rid of Rhiolo before he triggers the apocalypse. maybe she can mellow her out.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

That'd be a no.

"THE B***H" like as in not A b***h, THE B***H.

[jester_of_god]

or cause the end of all of existence as we know it.... especially if she tries to make a joke about her...glances around, age. Suddenly blasted sideways whirlwind kick projected from another dimension slams into the side of my head.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

haha...