*a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away on the cabal homeworld or some shit* Calus: I'm so strong. That's why I'm so fat. Psion Servant: You're so fat because you eat and don't move. Calus: Quiet, you. Grow fat from strength. *Ghaul and his angry army of cabal who share the same opinion as him burst through Calus' door* Ghaul: I wanna be emperor. Calus: No. Ghaul: Hm. Guys, make me emperor. Angry Opinonated Cabal: k *Cabal Army takes Calus off the throne and makes Ghaul supreme ruler. Dominus Ghaul.* Ghaul: That's better. Calus: That's the first time I've used used some muscles in years. I mean, stop this at once! *The Consul walks in* The Consul: Sorry Calus, but we're kicking you. Calus: But Lord Double-Chins.. Why? The Consul: The fact that you referred to me as Lord Double Chins should give you more than enough reason as to why. *meanwhile, Ghaul was totally not thinking of calling The Consul "Lord Double Chins.* Ghaul: Yeah, that totally wasn't cool man. Shame on you. Calus: But I thought you were cool. Ghaul: I thought you were fat. Guards! *Cabal are about to kill Calus* The Consul: Wait! We can't kill him! Ghaul: He's in my way. You [i]know[/i] what we do to things in our way. The Consul: Yes, yes, but killing him would be like killing Santa Claus. It would de-moralize the kids! Calus: You mean.. Santa CALU- Ghaul: [b][i]DON'T YOU -blam!-ING DARE I SWEAR TO GOD[/i][/b] Calus: Okay okay, jeez Ghaul: We'll exile you then. Calus: NOOOOOOOO- wait. Ghaul: What? Calus: Can I have my summer home palace? Ghaul: ...Sure. Calus: Okay, can you put it on.. [b][i]The Ship?[/i][/b] Ghaul: What ship? Calus: Oh, you know the one. The one nobody uses. The one that literally eats -blam!-ing worlds. You know the ship that if used correctly, can be used for galactic domination. That ship. Ghaul: Um. *Looks to Lord Double Chi- er I mean The Consul* Can he use that ship? The Consul: Absolutely not. Ghaul: Okay. I exile you onto The Leviathan. Don't do anything reckless. Calus: Hell YEAH! The Consul: Ghaul! Ghaul: I HAVE SPOKEN. I AM GHAUL. Get him outta here. *Cabal Army takes Calus away to his Leviathan.* Ghaul: Now then. Random Cabal: Sir, we're getting a signal! The Skyburners regime have encountered a powerful hive ship called the Dreadnaught! Orders? The Consul: Rally their forces. Access the ship, find any potential weak points and launch a full fledged aerial assault upon this Death Star. Random Cabal: Dreadnaught. The Consul: Same thing. Ghaul: Hmmm. Nah, -blam!- that. Just tell them to ram their ship into it lol Random Cabal: Right away! The Consul: Ghaul! [b][i][u]17 seconds later[/u][/i][/b] Random Cabal: Sir! The Skyburners have successfully carried out your orders but have suffered major casualties! It was the best-worst idea they've ever had! But we face another enemy! They're called Guardians! Ghaul: Guardians? Random Cabal: Yeah. Peep this signal, fam. *Outbound signal plays* [i]Hi everybody. I am random Skyburner centurion number 7345. I have grim news. We're getting our -blam!-ing asses kicked by a giant lobster space god who literally threw my friends into another dimension and brought them back as emo zombies. And we're also fighting "Guardians". They are fierce warriors who won't die and are really good at dancing on the battlefield and rubbing their genitalia on slain foes. Plz help. Also there is a giant white ball here that can make you a god. So yeah.[/i] Ghaul: ...Ferb. I know what we're gonna do today. [b][i][u]PLOT A COURSE FOR WHEREVER THE -blam!- THAT SIGNAL FROM! I AM GHAUL MOTHER -blam!-ERRRRRR[/u][/i][/b] end