Post by Fleet Admiral Hektor Protektor on Oct 15, 2003 16:31:06 GMT -5
Sister Superior All right, Sister Catherine. See that naughty Dreadnought over there? Go ahead and fire your meltagun at it. It's just like those passenger vans we were practicing on back in Rosencrantz.
Sister Catherine: That big red one over there? With the claws?
Sister Superior: Yes, that one. Paste it.
Sister Catherine: *shouldering meltagun* Because red things are bad, right? That's why I'm shooting the hissy gun at it?
Sister Superior: Um...well, not all red things are bad. The Flesh Tearers are our allies... technically...
Sister Margaret: Barely.
Sister Superior: Right, Sister Margaret, but we all recall what happened the last time someone used a meltagun to carve 'Sanguinus sucks!' on the back of one of thier land raiders, don't we? And don't confuse Sister Catherine.
Sister Catherine: I'm confused! I thought I just had to shoot it, not spell something on
it.
Sister Superior: Just ignore Sister Margaret. Go ahead and fire the hissy gun at the dreadnought. It's a very naughty dreadnought and it deserves it.
Sister Patience: You can do it, Sister Catherine! We belive in you!
Sister Superior: That's right... our prayers will guide you. Fire away, Sister Catherine!
Sister Margaret: *muttering* Because we're paste if that dreadnought gets in charge range and you only manage .500 on parked vans...
Sister Catherine: *starts sobbing*
Sister Superior: That's QUITE enough, Sister Margaret! Look, she's crying now. I hope you're proud of yourself!
Sister Catherine: That big red one over there? With the claws?
Sister Superior: Yes, that one. Paste it.
Sister Catherine: *shouldering meltagun* Because red things are bad, right? That's why I'm shooting the hissy gun at it?
Sister Superior: Um...well, not all red things are bad. The Flesh Tearers are our allies... technically...
Sister Margaret: Barely.
Sister Superior: Right, Sister Margaret, but we all recall what happened the last time someone used a meltagun to carve 'Sanguinus sucks!' on the back of one of thier land raiders, don't we? And don't confuse Sister Catherine.
Sister Catherine: I'm confused! I thought I just had to shoot it, not spell something on
it.
Sister Superior: Just ignore Sister Margaret. Go ahead and fire the hissy gun at the dreadnought. It's a very naughty dreadnought and it deserves it.
Sister Patience: You can do it, Sister Catherine! We belive in you!
Sister Superior: That's right... our prayers will guide you. Fire away, Sister Catherine!
Sister Margaret: *muttering* Because we're paste if that dreadnought gets in charge range and you only manage .500 on parked vans...
Sister Catherine: *starts sobbing*
Sister Superior: That's QUITE enough, Sister Margaret! Look, she's crying now. I hope you're proud of yourself!
