Post by Endicott on Feb 20, 2015 18:53:13 GMT -5
Big Master wasn't sure what to make of all this; there was a creepy woman with rubber ducks and an guy in a fancy-looking suit. Both of them seemed agitated, but maybe this was just due to Big Master's lack of social understanding or any social customs at all.
"Tsssst! Ah ah! Yer a big fella! Take another step and you'll be added to the list of your brothers that have wandered to close for my liking, as well as myself!"
Big Master made a bellowing yawn during her saying this, the old yellow thing taking a seat down on the dirt below them, flicking rocks around.
"Baaaaaah! Me not big fella! I am BIG MASTER! SUPER KILL! I not too close to nuthin'!"
The creature moaned once more, like mutants typically did due to their constant and painful growth. Some of the rocks he flicked seemed to fly off into the stratosphere at hundreds of miles an hour due to his brutish strength, and for a moment he laid down on the earth and began to feast on nearby dying plant matter. The effect Big Master had on any ecosystem was similar to that of a small plague or insidious pest, and he began to devour the yellowed grass and the brown crunchy bushes.
"Aaah... not nice eatings for Big Master... Hungry..."
Then everything started to go wrong. The rubber duck was bright yellow and looked pretty friendly, and that had to mean it was tasty, right? Sure it did! Big Master
"I told you, it's not nice to upset the ducks feelings!"
"He said doesn't want to hurt us!" Sherman cried. "Didn't you hear him? He called us 'friends'! Put the duck down, please!"
Big Master had second thoughts after hearing this... I mean, he wouldn't want to come across as "not nice", after all, and this man seemed to be open to being friends with him (which was pretty damn rare). The only other viable source of food seemed to be that handsome looking tweed jacket the fancy man was sporting, and with a childish grin (or more likely a sneer seeing as his teeth were constantly fixed that way), he reached over and picked up the tweed man by his collar in his gigantic mutant hand.
"Yes! Friend.. need your nice thing, okay?"
Laughing all the way, he began to attempt to remove the jacket rather carelessly, likely tearing it while doing so. The man had a shotgun, but Big Master was one of the oldest and biggest mutants out there; he'd survive both buckshots in the event he decided to shoot him. The jacket looked delectable as Big Master began to chew his way through the left sleeve and moan rather loudly while doing so, breathing in an unsettling way.
"Raaaa... thank you! Fancy thing tastes good!"
"Tsssst! Ah ah! Yer a big fella! Take another step and you'll be added to the list of your brothers that have wandered to close for my liking, as well as myself!"
Big Master made a bellowing yawn during her saying this, the old yellow thing taking a seat down on the dirt below them, flicking rocks around.
"Baaaaaah! Me not big fella! I am BIG MASTER! SUPER KILL! I not too close to nuthin'!"
The creature moaned once more, like mutants typically did due to their constant and painful growth. Some of the rocks he flicked seemed to fly off into the stratosphere at hundreds of miles an hour due to his brutish strength, and for a moment he laid down on the earth and began to feast on nearby dying plant matter. The effect Big Master had on any ecosystem was similar to that of a small plague or insidious pest, and he began to devour the yellowed grass and the brown crunchy bushes.
"Aaah... not nice eatings for Big Master... Hungry..."
Then everything started to go wrong. The rubber duck was bright yellow and looked pretty friendly, and that had to mean it was tasty, right? Sure it did! Big Master
"I told you, it's not nice to upset the ducks feelings!"
"He said doesn't want to hurt us!" Sherman cried. "Didn't you hear him? He called us 'friends'! Put the duck down, please!"
Big Master had second thoughts after hearing this... I mean, he wouldn't want to come across as "not nice", after all, and this man seemed to be open to being friends with him (which was pretty damn rare). The only other viable source of food seemed to be that handsome looking tweed jacket the fancy man was sporting, and with a childish grin (or more likely a sneer seeing as his teeth were constantly fixed that way), he reached over and picked up the tweed man by his collar in his gigantic mutant hand.
"Yes! Friend.. need your nice thing, okay?"
Laughing all the way, he began to attempt to remove the jacket rather carelessly, likely tearing it while doing so. The man had a shotgun, but Big Master was one of the oldest and biggest mutants out there; he'd survive both buckshots in the event he decided to shoot him. The jacket looked delectable as Big Master began to chew his way through the left sleeve and moan rather loudly while doing so, breathing in an unsettling way.
"Raaaa... thank you! Fancy thing tastes good!"
