Post by 621 on Apr 11, 2017 2:56:13 GMT
((May 4th. For 621 and his naughties to cause a ruckus and the Ohana to put a stop to it! Let's get ready to rummMMbbBllLLE!))
Hawaii was supposed to be a relaxing place. Kokaua Town was even more sedate, a small little community tucked away from the more crowded beaches. 621 didn't understand this concept. As he eyed the squat, brightly colored buildings from his rooftop perch on Main Street, his lower fangs jutted up in an unimpressed sneer. This was where 626, great pioneer of destruction, had ended up? The blue attention hog couldn't even handle this little dump! What was it Jumba used to say? 'Irresistably drawn to large cities?'
"Puh!" The putrid monster spat a glob of goo onto the sidewalk below. Yeah, right! Jumba should be eating his words, and instead he was on this island eating pastrami sandwiches, whatever those were. Probably with Stitch.
His sour mood was lifted a little by the faces of the surprised humans below. A few tourists and locals were starting to look up at the roofs of the shops, where 621 had gathered his forces, and notice the aliens. This would be fun.
"Hee hee heeeheheheh! Come on, my fellow Experiments! Show these miserable mud people your full potential!" Inspiring speeches sounded raucous in the commanding creature's high, nails-on-chalkboard voice. All four arms raised above his mohawk, back spines flexing, teeth flashing in the Hawaiian sunlight, and stretched to all four-and-a-few-centimeters-feet of his height made up for it.
I'll show 'em destruction. A little backed up sewers, a few collapsed buildings, and plenty of screaming inhabitants. Just like Jumba always simulated. Let his army have their fun, for now. This was only step one.
Hawaii was supposed to be a relaxing place. Kokaua Town was even more sedate, a small little community tucked away from the more crowded beaches. 621 didn't understand this concept. As he eyed the squat, brightly colored buildings from his rooftop perch on Main Street, his lower fangs jutted up in an unimpressed sneer. This was where 626, great pioneer of destruction, had ended up? The blue attention hog couldn't even handle this little dump! What was it Jumba used to say? 'Irresistably drawn to large cities?'
"Puh!" The putrid monster spat a glob of goo onto the sidewalk below. Yeah, right! Jumba should be eating his words, and instead he was on this island eating pastrami sandwiches, whatever those were. Probably with Stitch.
His sour mood was lifted a little by the faces of the surprised humans below. A few tourists and locals were starting to look up at the roofs of the shops, where 621 had gathered his forces, and notice the aliens. This would be fun.
"Hee hee heeeheheheh! Come on, my fellow Experiments! Show these miserable mud people your full potential!" Inspiring speeches sounded raucous in the commanding creature's high, nails-on-chalkboard voice. All four arms raised above his mohawk, back spines flexing, teeth flashing in the Hawaiian sunlight, and stretched to all four-and-a-few-centimeters-feet of his height made up for it.
I'll show 'em destruction. A little backed up sewers, a few collapsed buildings, and plenty of screaming inhabitants. Just like Jumba always simulated. Let his army have their fun, for now. This was only step one.