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I notice everyone trying ot hear those two Kintharian pilots.

I decide to pay my attention towards the television. I turn it back to Gladiator Crashers. Flex just got the stuff kicked out of him by the weed whacker. I think the midget is dead.

"There's always round two."

Faw seems like the kind of person who would get upset at calling the French "frogs", or Brits "limeys", or Germans "krauts".
nah, it's just that guerra was part of his squad, however much of a richard guerra was he still *was* his squadmate.

Before the fight could go into the third round i got that craving for a warm drink.

I stand up and go over to the rec room station to pour some coffee. I was prepared to flip up my visor but had seconds thoughts.

"I'm uh. gonna go drink this in another room. For science."

Well then anyone observant wouldn't have really cared about what they were arguing over. SOOOO ok then.
I notice everyone trying ot hear those two Kintharian pilots.

I decide to pay my attention towards the television.
see! i can read!

I get up with Tippy, but I go to the mess hall and grab a grape soda.
As I walk back into the rec room, I observe the can.
"Grape-O?" "What the forget is this stuff?"

The TV is on Skeleton Man.
"I swear, turn it back to Gladiator Crashers or I'll kick your ass, whoever's doing this!"
I shoot a look at Faw.
« Last Edit: May 04, 2015, 09:06:09 PM by blockguy™ »

While waiting for future developments in this gripping inter-army drama, Faw slips his hand into his pocket and changes the channel to Skeleton Man.

I walk up to the pilots.
"[What's going on here?]"

I watch the TV.

"Gods, is that a bedframe?"


Nick hands Faw some popcorn. He then walks up to the arguing Kinths, before extending his arms to offer what he's got in his hands.

"Popcorn?"


Nick hands Faw some popcorn. He then walks up to the arguing Kinths, before extending his arms to offer what he's got in his hands.

"Popcorn?"


I turn around. Nick is giving popcorn to those Kintharian dudes who were arguing. At least that's what it sounded like.
I cringe, and turn back around.
"HOLY stuff, FLEX HAS A CHAINSAW!"

I walk up to the pilots.
"[What's going on here?]"

Matsumoto pulls her glare away from Faw before replying bitterly.

: [Your squad of forgetups is being a bunch of hungry vultures is what's going on.]

Musashi frowns, looking at you apologetically.

: [She's just upset that somebody else is using one of our squadmate's aircraft. Understandable, of course, but...]

Yamato simply grumbles in anger at the statement.

Nick hands Faw some popcorn. He then walks up to the arguing Kinths, before extending his arms to offer what he's got in his hands.

"Popcorn?"

The blonde one with the poofy hair looks like she's about to punch your trachea through the back of your neck.

: Not a good time right now.

Faw seems like the kind of person who would get upset at calling the French "frogs", or Brits "limeys", or Germans "krauts".

also,

chinks, japs, gooks, paddies, gypsies, polacks, bolsheviks



: Not a good time right now.

"Aaalright then."

I sit and watch the TV, offering popcorn to those adjacent to me.

Faw takes a gander at the clock and notices it's eight thirty. He offers to pick up food for the rest of his squad.

"Hey guys, I'm going to head over to the mess-hall and pick up some gyros and other food for us. Anybody have any special requisitions?"

chinks, japs, gooks
"darkie" in this context is a location thing, not a race thing
a white dude from the huit empire is still a darkie

"darkie" is a location thing, not a race thing
a white dude from the huit empire is still a darkie

japs and gooks still apply considering what started their use