One Sentence Story: Flight of the Razorbeaks - (A COMPLETED ROUNDTABLE STORY!)

[JarlWolf]

Funnily enough, the Spartans being the crazed militarists they are have indeed come up with a tune for polishing artillery pieces.
"Polishing my-Artillery guns- with an old fashioned rag!
I got blood on my face, a gun in my place, and I got bullets all over the place.
I will, I will, polish this. Polish this!"

[Buster's Uncle]

-In fact, the Scottish regiment did a Irn Bru-fueled bagpipe rendition that even Freddy Mercury's ghost would find a tad flamboyant.

[JarlWolf]

Speaking of which...

We Will Rock You bagpipes

[Buster's Uncle]

[ Those Irn Bru-fueled Scottish regiments never let you down with their bagpipe renditions.]

[Matt the Czar]

Tragicly, Foreman Domai was about to set in motion global  drone riots and control Planet when a vat of indusrial strenth Mellow Yellow collasped, liquefying him and the entire Free Drone council

[Matt the Czar]

nobody cared



Lal was above Morgan (who was begging for mercy) and said, "You still owe me my couch."

[Buster's Uncle]

"Fortunately for you, a little club soda will get the stains out."

[Buster's Uncle]

[Post a sentence, Nexii.  You know you want to.  Probably all hoped up on Jolt Cola anyway. ]

[JarlWolf]

Unfortunately, fanatical followers of Cha Dawn leaped from behind the couch and threw fungus dust all over the place, which corroded the couch.

[Buster's Uncle]

"Great Vishnu!" Lal gasped, "It's the Pepsi Generation!"

[Nexii]

Meanwhile, Aki-Zeta 5 slugged down a case of Jolt and plugged herself into the Network Node. "I'm wired," she thought, as the Network Node overloaded from her 'illogical' pun-filled thoughts.

[Buster's Uncle]

Wouldn't you like to be a pepper too?

The datalinks disruption activated certain horrific doomsday protocols; in a secret bunker far from civilization, the machines in charge began thawing The Peppers to consciousness.

Dr Pepper- Im A pepper Your a Pepper Commercial Michal J Fox

[Matt the Czar]

Clinical Immortality Forums:

Brain in Jar 1: I have better AI.
Brain in Jar 2: Well now mine's 16-terabytes per second, not 8 terabytes like you!
BiJ 1: Now so is mine.  My algorithms are better.
BiJ 2: Oh yeah, well I have blast processing!
BiJ 1: Uh... what does that mean?

The ultimate answer to the ultimate question to the ultimate answer was never transmitted, as the peppers carpet-bombed the forum server with fizzy cherry soda.

[JarlWolf]

Foreman Domai, being an undisputed bad ass (that had survived direct fungal intoxification) climbed out of the vat of acidic soft drink, his skin corroded. He got some rebellious engineers to make him into a cyborg, and he then became the DRONINATOR, firing the People's Root Beer at his enemies.

[Matt the Czar]

After his mission was complete, he turned to Connor XV and said, "You must lower me into the Code Red.  I cannot self-sugarate."