- Location
- Canada
Point taken. But Vicky was still on the basketball team, and so is very likely to be well above average height for her age and sex.
Scaling Up
- Thread starter Kryslin
- Start date
Jadesteele
Out of my Mind - Back in 5 Minutes
- Location
- half-way between 'Crazy' And 'Eccentric'
I'm not sure - the available sources (Worm and it's wikia) only say she is 'Tall'. Vicky's Parents are both described without any particular emphasis on their height being anything other then Average, so Lets say 5'9 for mark, and between 5'4 and 5'6 for Carol (the US averages in 2011). now, Average height for a female basketball player in high school is about 5'8 or 5'9, so i'd speculate that she's probably about 5'9 - 6'2 max in height. it's only a postulation, though.
Careful, J, Your nerd is showing...
Careful, J, Your nerd is showing...
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BlazeStryker
<Confirmed Contradiction>
- Location
- Roanoke, VA
- Pronouns
- Him/He/Dude
Don't bet on it. While "generational" triggers come a good deal more easily, the fact she habitually hovers along implies she's got deepset issues about her height. I mean, talk about "lifts"...
Mikowmer
The Dragon Down Under
- Location
- Victoria, Australia
Eh... Not necessarily. I always got the impression that her flight simply couldn't be turned off, similarly to her Aura. Hence, she always ended up flying. No height issues implied at all.
BlazeStryker
<Confirmed Contradiction>
- Location
- Roanoke, VA
- Pronouns
- Him/He/Dude
She could turn off both... but like most canon Worm characters, Vicky Dallon has her share of issues. One of Vicky's is impulse control.
- Location
- Canada
And she enjoys flying and has no secret identity, so she usually flies.
Flying is using her power, so she probably gets pleasurable feedback from doing it, as well.
Another being lack of recognition.
BlazeStryker
<Confirmed Contradiction>
- Location
- Roanoke, VA
- Pronouns
- Him/He/Dude
Very possibly. Even without that, her upbringing to be representative and an example has resulted in an extroverted personality... for an empathic broadcaster.
Kinsfire
Verified {Redacted}
- Location
- New Jersey
Also, as for Vicky's flying, not only did she want to be a superhero (and flying is one of the standard powers when people think of that), but if she's even REMOTELY like me, the concept of flight? If I developed the power of flight, I'd probably need to start going to the gyn to keep my legs in a state of usability. If I could fly everywhere? I would. I'd float around the apartment, reach even higher than I already can, basically not have my feet touch the ground very much, much like they have to constantly remind Vicky to walk rather than float.
Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
𝕯 & 𝕯 09 - Are You Sure?
Kryslin
[Has Delusions of Authorship]
- Location
- Mythic Iowa
Fortunately, the resulting encounter with the Watch went smoothly, helped by the fact that Melissa wore that medallion. It also helped that Vicky had somehow recorded the event on her phone and was able to play it for the Watch. The video had certainly backed up the girl's statement and, with a few final words, the man was hauled away to the prisoner wagon that had arrived shortly after.
"So when did you start carrying a body camera?" Amy asked her sister.
"Sometime last year," Vicky admitted. "After that one idiot tried to sue me for injuries and damages. Mom beat that one down hard in court, but she decided I should have some means of recording encounters."
"That makes far too much sense," Amy said. "Where do you keep it, though?"
Vicky looked smug. "It's a pair of my clip-on earrings." Amy knew she had a pair she pretty much wore all the time, especially when on patrol. "The two of them record the video and stereo audio and stream it to an app on my phone."
"Does anyone else have any other business?" Colin asked as he returned from assisting the Watch with their prisoner.
"Everyone has a weapon of some kind," Maddy answered. "Some interesting choices amongst your charges."
Colin shrugged. "Each chose a weapon that suits their particular skills and quirks. Most of their training has been to avoid close quarters combat, what you refer to as melee combat."
"And then there are the dragons."
"There will be issues if they assume their full sized forms indoors," Colin admitted, "but all have some skill in reducing their size."
"I sure hope so," Maddy added. "Anyway, in order to obtain one of her materials, Taylor was given a task she needs to perform."
"I will assume it's a quid pro quo arrangement instead of a financial one?" Colin asked.
"Retrieval of a stolen item in exchange for the ingredient," Maddy answered. "I'll be shaking down some of my contacts later tonight to verify parts of the information."
Maddy got to her feet. "Looks like everyone has their purchases secured and peace-tied, so we should probably make our way back to the house. The twins should have dinner ready as we arrive."
Despite the fact that unclaimed land was somewhat scarce inside the various quarters of Sigil, there were a few places where ruined and wrecked buildings could be found. One such area was on the edges of the Silent Quarter, where most of the dead of Sigil were buried.
There were a few old manors that had fallen into disrepair, either from time or from enthusiastic intervention by the locals.
The former manor of the Melaca family fell into the latter category. Someone there had done something foolish, the resulting summoned creature decided to enthusiastically redecorate the grounds, which was then re-redecorated by the Watch and some civic-minded adventurers who responded to the emergency. The stately manor was reduced to a pile of rubble, and the rather cranky earth elemental left on its own.
The surviving cellars and chambers beneath the ruins were cleaned out and the entrances that were still accessible sealed. The property had been the subject of conflicting claims and disputes of ownership ever since.
Of course, for those looking for a place to hide and didn't mind the very creepy environs and the occasional minor undead creature that came wandering out of the graveyards, it was a place they could hide out and be away from the prying eyes of the authorities.
Near one almost camouflaged (and reopened) entrance, a rather scruffy man was trying to stay out of sight while he smoked a clay pipe. His boss didn't like him smoking down in the cellars. The place smelled bad enough, he'd stated to his underling, it didn't need to smell worse.
He was soon joined by one of his cohorts. "Ya idjit," the man swore. "He finds out ya been out here, puffin' away, yuir gonna git branded again."
"He'd be runnin' outta places to do that," the smoker complained. "'Sides, I'm guardin' the entrance, likes I's s'posed to."
"Moron," Grumpy spat. "He'll brand yer dick this time! Put that out and git back inside!"
"Yer no fun," Smokey grumped as he knocked the pipe out and went back to his actual guard post just inside the entrance.
Fountain curled up in her makeshift hidey-hole, listening to the pair bickering near the entrance. She'd cracked her shell a bit ago. Instead of feeding her, the bad man in his room full of bubbling and stinky things screamed at her and brandished a knife. Since he was a very bad man, she'd bit him as hard as she could, making him drop the knife. She'd then taken the man's food and skittered off into the tunnels.
Using her powers, she'd taken on the form of a rat – albeit one with rather shiny fur – and made her way through various cracks and crevices until she found a relatively deserted spot in the rooms that she could hide herself in.
Right now, she was looking for a way out, though she didn't know what she'd do when she got out. She didn't know where she was, either, save that it was underground, it stunk, and the food she could find wasn't very good. At least the water in the fountain was clean, and she thought the old fixture looked rather pretty.
With no parent present to give her a name, she'd chosen the name Fountain for herself.
Just before curling up, she'd pulled at the rock she had inside her makeshift lair and put it in the hole she used to get in and out of her (hopefully temporary) home so she could get some sleep. She'd have to go and raid the food a few rooms over tomorrow, but the bad guy's minions weren't all that bright.
For now, it was time to sleep. Perchance to dream.
Deeper into the cellars there was a room where few of the minions liked to go. It was the domain of the (so-called) leader of this little group of cultists and rogues. Half the room was set up as a makeshift laboratory and the other was set up as ramshackle sleeping quarters. The man, going by the nom de guerre Avanth the Serpent (called Avanth the Looney by his minions when he or his primary henchmen weren't around, and known as Avanth Talbot from the village he hailed from and been run out of) tried to perform experiments as directed by his alleged Dark Master.
There was a knock at the door which led out to the antechamber. "What?!?" he snapped.
"Master," a voice that might have been generously called feminine literally croaked. "I have received the report from the men."
"Have they found the hatchling yet?" Avanth's voice was not a smooth, sinister sounding one. Something of the pitch or timbre of it was irritating, annoying, and grated on everyone's nerves.
"No, Master, they have not," the voice on the other side of the door croaked.
"Well, half rations until they do!"
On the other side of the door, the henchthing burbled a sigh. She – and various attributes marked her as such, but one that would haunt the nightmares of men for years to come – was human in basic form only, but it was enough to use the same spaces and tools.
She adjusted the filthy pink rags she wore, which once might have been a fairly nice outfit. Now, it was ruined. Ruined by that damn boy and his friends, ruined by her curse, and ruined by the backwater she'd found herself in.
Her skin hung loose on her frame, an unhealthy greenish-yellow tinge to it. Her eyes bulged nearly out their sockets, yet were still recognizably human. Brown hair hung limply from her head, sticking to her slimy skin. Her belly grossly protruded, and she walked hunched over, a shuffling, hopping gait as she made her way back to where she normally went about her business, that of making sure Avanth got his materials, and that the minions did their jobs. She sat down on a chair behind what might have been a desk a decade prior.
She yawned, revealing sharp jagged teeth in her much too wide mouth. And malevolence glinted in her eyes. Best to leave the lessers and the constructs to their tasks. She had more important things to do.
She could be patient. This was but one step on the path to her undoing her curse, and then finding her way back and reclaiming what was hers.
"And our day comes to a close," Chris said, leaning back from the dinner table. "I never thought shopping could be so exhausting."
"You've never gone shopping with my sister," Amy snarked, enjoying a very nice after dinner cup of coffee. "Some store clerks call her Hurricane Vicky."
"Only that one store," Vicky admitted as she hovered between chairs, "and only because I really was in a hurry. I didn't even wreck anything!"
"I'm hearing a 'that time' after that statement," commented Taylor from where she was relaxing with a nice cup of tea while practicing creating a small animated image of a tiny dragon circling her with Prestidigitation.
"You guys are mean," Vicky pouted.
"Aww, poor Vicky," Melissa said, and gave her a head pat from across the room.
"You guys are silly," Takara snickered from where she, too, was enjoying a cup of tea by using her powers to form little globes of tea which she would snap out of the air in front of her like they were popcorn.
"Are they always like this?" Maddy asked Colin from where they sat.
Colin nodded. "We don't prohibit the use of their Powers in social interactions, unless those Powers only have a combat usage. Or they are in their civilian identities."
Maddy watched the chaos over at the table. "We had rules at home about no spellcasting in the dining room. One of my older sisters brought home a rather strange magic item and started a food fight with it."
"What did it do?"
"Conjured a crème pie, projecting it in the direction the wand was pointed. Soon, the food was flying everywhere and we were all grounded. The aftermath was the thing of legend…" Her expression was one of both awe and happy memories.
"Sounds like Leet's portable pie projector," Vicky said. "God, I hate that thing." At Maddy's inquiring look, she continued. "Leet's a Tinker back home, you'd call him an artificer. He built a gun whose sole purpose was to create pies from apparently nothing and shoot them at a target.
"It would only shoot the pie at three people; myself, his partner Uber, and some PRT consultant guy. Everyone else, it would drop it in their hands, not that everybody caught them. I usually got a berry pie of some kind shot at me, ones that would stain my clothes horribly. Still, the PRT consultant guy got a medium deep dish pizza to the face, and it was hot out of the oven."
Maddy winced; she'd enjoyed being introduced to pizza but quickly learned to let the cheese and sauce cool a little when it was fresh. "That had to hurt."
"I guess so," Vicky admitted. "I was too busy chasing after Leet for ruining my top that my boyfriend had gotten me."
"Which explains why he remotely paid you for cleaning and replacement of your blouse when it happened a second time," Amy added.
Vicky nodded. "Well, at least I got a new blouse out of the deal, and the cleaners did an excellent job getting the chocolate stains out of the old one," she stated.
"We should probably warn you that we have a list of things that Clockblocker is not allowed to do anymore," Dinah said with a slight snicker. "Some of them are practical…"
"Like not engaging Brutes or Strikers in close quarters combat," Dennis added.
"… and not allowed to say certain words and phrases," Dinah finished.
As Dennis began to speak, Taylor interrupted. "Don't even think about it," she warned him. "While it's saved our butts a couple of times, the mess it makes isn't worth it for anything less."
"OK, OK," Dennis said, his hands held in front of him. "Not thinking about it. Besides, I've been reliably told by my girlfriend that those things cannot cross dimensions."
"You better hope not," Dean said. "I suspect our host would be a bit miffed if a hurricane suddenly happened inside her family's house."
"Eh, not the worst that's happened," Maddy commented from where she was otherwise talking with Colin. "There was that party with a demon prince, the mimic that kept moving itself into storage, and then there was a drinking contest between a couple of gods in a tavern my family runs…"
"Your family likes to live dangerously, don't they?" Chris asked.
"Nah, my family just attracts the weird and strange," the bard answered. "Anyway, most of your packages have already arrived, so you may want to get things sorted out. I've got to step out for a while this evening. I've got to find out a few things so Taylor can make a decision."
"Barring a major revelation, my decision is already made," Taylor stated clearly. "I just want to know what I'm getting into, and whether or not I'll need help with it."
"How about if you'll accept help even if you don't actually need it?" asked Vicky.
"That too."
"So when did you start carrying a body camera?" Amy asked her sister.
"Sometime last year," Vicky admitted. "After that one idiot tried to sue me for injuries and damages. Mom beat that one down hard in court, but she decided I should have some means of recording encounters."
"That makes far too much sense," Amy said. "Where do you keep it, though?"
Vicky looked smug. "It's a pair of my clip-on earrings." Amy knew she had a pair she pretty much wore all the time, especially when on patrol. "The two of them record the video and stereo audio and stream it to an app on my phone."
"Does anyone else have any other business?" Colin asked as he returned from assisting the Watch with their prisoner.
"Everyone has a weapon of some kind," Maddy answered. "Some interesting choices amongst your charges."
Colin shrugged. "Each chose a weapon that suits their particular skills and quirks. Most of their training has been to avoid close quarters combat, what you refer to as melee combat."
"And then there are the dragons."
"There will be issues if they assume their full sized forms indoors," Colin admitted, "but all have some skill in reducing their size."
"I sure hope so," Maddy added. "Anyway, in order to obtain one of her materials, Taylor was given a task she needs to perform."
"I will assume it's a quid pro quo arrangement instead of a financial one?" Colin asked.
"Retrieval of a stolen item in exchange for the ingredient," Maddy answered. "I'll be shaking down some of my contacts later tonight to verify parts of the information."
Maddy got to her feet. "Looks like everyone has their purchases secured and peace-tied, so we should probably make our way back to the house. The twins should have dinner ready as we arrive."
= = = = - - - - = = = =
Despite the fact that unclaimed land was somewhat scarce inside the various quarters of Sigil, there were a few places where ruined and wrecked buildings could be found. One such area was on the edges of the Silent Quarter, where most of the dead of Sigil were buried.
There were a few old manors that had fallen into disrepair, either from time or from enthusiastic intervention by the locals.
The former manor of the Melaca family fell into the latter category. Someone there had done something foolish, the resulting summoned creature decided to enthusiastically redecorate the grounds, which was then re-redecorated by the Watch and some civic-minded adventurers who responded to the emergency. The stately manor was reduced to a pile of rubble, and the rather cranky earth elemental left on its own.
The surviving cellars and chambers beneath the ruins were cleaned out and the entrances that were still accessible sealed. The property had been the subject of conflicting claims and disputes of ownership ever since.
Of course, for those looking for a place to hide and didn't mind the very creepy environs and the occasional minor undead creature that came wandering out of the graveyards, it was a place they could hide out and be away from the prying eyes of the authorities.
Near one almost camouflaged (and reopened) entrance, a rather scruffy man was trying to stay out of sight while he smoked a clay pipe. His boss didn't like him smoking down in the cellars. The place smelled bad enough, he'd stated to his underling, it didn't need to smell worse.
He was soon joined by one of his cohorts. "Ya idjit," the man swore. "He finds out ya been out here, puffin' away, yuir gonna git branded again."
"He'd be runnin' outta places to do that," the smoker complained. "'Sides, I'm guardin' the entrance, likes I's s'posed to."
"Moron," Grumpy spat. "He'll brand yer dick this time! Put that out and git back inside!"
"Yer no fun," Smokey grumped as he knocked the pipe out and went back to his actual guard post just inside the entrance.
- - - - - - - - - - - -
Fountain curled up in her makeshift hidey-hole, listening to the pair bickering near the entrance. She'd cracked her shell a bit ago. Instead of feeding her, the bad man in his room full of bubbling and stinky things screamed at her and brandished a knife. Since he was a very bad man, she'd bit him as hard as she could, making him drop the knife. She'd then taken the man's food and skittered off into the tunnels.
Using her powers, she'd taken on the form of a rat – albeit one with rather shiny fur – and made her way through various cracks and crevices until she found a relatively deserted spot in the rooms that she could hide herself in.
Right now, she was looking for a way out, though she didn't know what she'd do when she got out. She didn't know where she was, either, save that it was underground, it stunk, and the food she could find wasn't very good. At least the water in the fountain was clean, and she thought the old fixture looked rather pretty.
With no parent present to give her a name, she'd chosen the name Fountain for herself.
Just before curling up, she'd pulled at the rock she had inside her makeshift lair and put it in the hole she used to get in and out of her (hopefully temporary) home so she could get some sleep. She'd have to go and raid the food a few rooms over tomorrow, but the bad guy's minions weren't all that bright.
For now, it was time to sleep. Perchance to dream.
- - - - - - - - - - - -
Deeper into the cellars there was a room where few of the minions liked to go. It was the domain of the (so-called) leader of this little group of cultists and rogues. Half the room was set up as a makeshift laboratory and the other was set up as ramshackle sleeping quarters. The man, going by the nom de guerre Avanth the Serpent (called Avanth the Looney by his minions when he or his primary henchmen weren't around, and known as Avanth Talbot from the village he hailed from and been run out of) tried to perform experiments as directed by his alleged Dark Master.
There was a knock at the door which led out to the antechamber. "What?!?" he snapped.
"Master," a voice that might have been generously called feminine literally croaked. "I have received the report from the men."
"Have they found the hatchling yet?" Avanth's voice was not a smooth, sinister sounding one. Something of the pitch or timbre of it was irritating, annoying, and grated on everyone's nerves.
"No, Master, they have not," the voice on the other side of the door croaked.
"Well, half rations until they do!"
- - - - - - - - - - - -
On the other side of the door, the henchthing burbled a sigh. She – and various attributes marked her as such, but one that would haunt the nightmares of men for years to come – was human in basic form only, but it was enough to use the same spaces and tools.
She adjusted the filthy pink rags she wore, which once might have been a fairly nice outfit. Now, it was ruined. Ruined by that damn boy and his friends, ruined by her curse, and ruined by the backwater she'd found herself in.
Her skin hung loose on her frame, an unhealthy greenish-yellow tinge to it. Her eyes bulged nearly out their sockets, yet were still recognizably human. Brown hair hung limply from her head, sticking to her slimy skin. Her belly grossly protruded, and she walked hunched over, a shuffling, hopping gait as she made her way back to where she normally went about her business, that of making sure Avanth got his materials, and that the minions did their jobs. She sat down on a chair behind what might have been a desk a decade prior.
She yawned, revealing sharp jagged teeth in her much too wide mouth. And malevolence glinted in her eyes. Best to leave the lessers and the constructs to their tasks. She had more important things to do.
She could be patient. This was but one step on the path to her undoing her curse, and then finding her way back and reclaiming what was hers.
= = = = - - - - = = = =
"And our day comes to a close," Chris said, leaning back from the dinner table. "I never thought shopping could be so exhausting."
"You've never gone shopping with my sister," Amy snarked, enjoying a very nice after dinner cup of coffee. "Some store clerks call her Hurricane Vicky."
"Only that one store," Vicky admitted as she hovered between chairs, "and only because I really was in a hurry. I didn't even wreck anything!"
"I'm hearing a 'that time' after that statement," commented Taylor from where she was relaxing with a nice cup of tea while practicing creating a small animated image of a tiny dragon circling her with Prestidigitation.
"You guys are mean," Vicky pouted.
"Aww, poor Vicky," Melissa said, and gave her a head pat from across the room.
"You guys are silly," Takara snickered from where she, too, was enjoying a cup of tea by using her powers to form little globes of tea which she would snap out of the air in front of her like they were popcorn.
"Are they always like this?" Maddy asked Colin from where they sat.
Colin nodded. "We don't prohibit the use of their Powers in social interactions, unless those Powers only have a combat usage. Or they are in their civilian identities."
Maddy watched the chaos over at the table. "We had rules at home about no spellcasting in the dining room. One of my older sisters brought home a rather strange magic item and started a food fight with it."
"What did it do?"
"Conjured a crème pie, projecting it in the direction the wand was pointed. Soon, the food was flying everywhere and we were all grounded. The aftermath was the thing of legend…" Her expression was one of both awe and happy memories.
"Sounds like Leet's portable pie projector," Vicky said. "God, I hate that thing." At Maddy's inquiring look, she continued. "Leet's a Tinker back home, you'd call him an artificer. He built a gun whose sole purpose was to create pies from apparently nothing and shoot them at a target.
"It would only shoot the pie at three people; myself, his partner Uber, and some PRT consultant guy. Everyone else, it would drop it in their hands, not that everybody caught them. I usually got a berry pie of some kind shot at me, ones that would stain my clothes horribly. Still, the PRT consultant guy got a medium deep dish pizza to the face, and it was hot out of the oven."
Maddy winced; she'd enjoyed being introduced to pizza but quickly learned to let the cheese and sauce cool a little when it was fresh. "That had to hurt."
"I guess so," Vicky admitted. "I was too busy chasing after Leet for ruining my top that my boyfriend had gotten me."
"Which explains why he remotely paid you for cleaning and replacement of your blouse when it happened a second time," Amy added.
Vicky nodded. "Well, at least I got a new blouse out of the deal, and the cleaners did an excellent job getting the chocolate stains out of the old one," she stated.
"We should probably warn you that we have a list of things that Clockblocker is not allowed to do anymore," Dinah said with a slight snicker. "Some of them are practical…"
"Like not engaging Brutes or Strikers in close quarters combat," Dennis added.
"… and not allowed to say certain words and phrases," Dinah finished.
As Dennis began to speak, Taylor interrupted. "Don't even think about it," she warned him. "While it's saved our butts a couple of times, the mess it makes isn't worth it for anything less."
"OK, OK," Dennis said, his hands held in front of him. "Not thinking about it. Besides, I've been reliably told by my girlfriend that those things cannot cross dimensions."
"You better hope not," Dean said. "I suspect our host would be a bit miffed if a hurricane suddenly happened inside her family's house."
"Eh, not the worst that's happened," Maddy commented from where she was otherwise talking with Colin. "There was that party with a demon prince, the mimic that kept moving itself into storage, and then there was a drinking contest between a couple of gods in a tavern my family runs…"
"Your family likes to live dangerously, don't they?" Chris asked.
"Nah, my family just attracts the weird and strange," the bard answered. "Anyway, most of your packages have already arrived, so you may want to get things sorted out. I've got to step out for a while this evening. I've got to find out a few things so Taylor can make a decision."
"Barring a major revelation, my decision is already made," Taylor stated clearly. "I just want to know what I'm getting into, and whether or not I'll need help with it."
"How about if you'll accept help even if you don't actually need it?" asked Vicky.
"That too."
Kryslin
[Has Delusions of Authorship]
- Location
- Mythic Iowa
It's that time again!
Tonight's post is an example of why using a random dungeon generator for a portion of your story may require some reworking of plot lines.
Again, Edits by McClaw, and Wordz™ by BBFO, LLC.
Enjoy.
(And I'll need to update the Cameo list, too...)
Tonight's post is an example of why using a random dungeon generator for a portion of your story may require some reworking of plot lines.
Again, Edits by McClaw, and Wordz™ by BBFO, LLC.
Enjoy.
(And I'll need to update the Cameo list, too...)
Hello, Delores Umbridge. Fancy meeting you here.
Hexcalibur
Not So Ordinary Sword
- Location
- Somewhere
- Pronouns
- It
That consultant was probably Calvert. He deserves a hot pizza to the face.
bobnik
Memetic Warfare Specialist.
Well, yes, but it's still a waste of good pizza.
I think it did name him as the consultant the first time it was brought up.
FaerieKnight79
Verified Pixie
- Location
- The Internet
And it's still a waste of a good pizza. Unless it's anchovy and pineapple pizza. Never trust someone who puts anchovies and pineapple on pizza together.
Leave the pineapple out of it, it's never harmed anyone. Anchovies aren't to be trusted however, although that's partly my seafood allergy talking.
BlazeStryker
<Confirmed Contradiction>
- Location
- Roanoke, VA
- Pronouns
- Him/He/Dude
Anchovies are wasted if not used for actual fish sauce or Worchester sauce. That said, getting used on Coil is an insult to even Moose Turd Pie. No, you need to smack him upside the head with the Umbitch under the paradigm of beating an asshole with another asshole.
FaerieKnight79
Verified Pixie
- Location
- The Internet
Anchovies are not food, pizza topping or otherwise. They are bait. Then again, I have the same view of sardines too.
M. H. Fuzzball
Aperture Science-certified Horrible Person
- Location
- Sector 2814
I was going to make a couple of comments here, but I got Strangered hard on both of them. That said, I draw the line at fish or fruit on my pizza. Chicken and mushrooms are fine though.
My favorite pizza is ham, pineapple, shrimp, and mushroom. Eh, nobody's perfect.