Peepy's body deforms to the mallet but puffs back up soon after. Not having any bones or organs that would result in a bonk, the sound was more of a squeak.
Uta turns the mallet into one of those squeaky hammers, hitting them over and over, she was pretty fast with it, but it seemed heavy
After a few minutes she'd sigh giving up-
After a few minutes she'd sigh giving up-
"Maybe" she said, bonking him once again "Probably cause I should use an axe instead of a squeaky toy-"
Peepy's body suddenly turns far more solid and into a metallic color. He is no longer a plush but... A figure?
Eh, I've seen weirder.
Uta proceeds to drop a Acme anvil on Peepy
Utahime wrote:
"Have you tried asking people?" She'd ask "Im sure they live in some sort of castle-"
"I avoid asking people because... I feel like people thinks I'm insane and I'm willing to accept thaf, but not in a good way... Just uh... Look. I know I'm a king and all, but... Here. If Olivia comes back here, ask her about the photo I showed you, yeah?"
"Dont ask me for that, I may be pretty old but my memory is terrible-" she shrugged
Peepy not so sneakily tried to climb on a counter and c o n s u m e any and all peanuts located atop.
Utahime wrote:
"Dont ask me for that, I may be pretty old but my memory is terrible-" she shrugged
"Well, at least can you at least try to? I don't wanna... break down. And no, I don't mean like dancing..."
"Is anyone else absolutely creeped the CENSORED out by that demented cow plushie thingy?"
Duster spoke up. "I'm creeped out by it too."
Theo Stark wrote:
"Is anyone else absolutely creeped the CENSORED out by that demented cow plushie thingy?"
"YES. FEAR PEEPY. FEAAAAR PEEPY!!!!"
"Nope." Theo dons the Mark 46 armour, and flies off, leaving a hole in the roof.
Duster had to fight the urge to kick the shit out of the Peepy when it shouted.
Lucas got startled by the shouting Peepy too, it seemed.
Dropping the stick he was trying to cover in varnish.
"Oh darn it!" Lucas cried, "Now I have to do it all over again to make sure it's done right!" He sighed, carefully picking it back up.
Lucas got startled by the shouting Peepy too, it seemed.
Dropping the stick he was trying to cover in varnish.
"Oh darn it!" Lucas cried, "Now I have to do it all over again to make sure it's done right!" He sighed, carefully picking it back up.
"Peepy is a fitting name for you since you're suck a ****" He said with a slight annoyed huff.
"Peepy....pee-pee......ha ha ha ha"
"Peepy....pee-pee......ha ha ha ha"
He sat at the bar with his head down. His Custom Mark 3 was behind him. It seemed he was still depressed and definitely wasn't his cheery, silly, happy-go-lucky self.
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