So in the barracks of the skies, behind the clouds of E-Yore and beyond the storms of Zeh-Uss, DrunkDestroyer and his Air Force Team assembled for the final meeting before commencing operation 63. Operation 63 was not to be talked about outside of the meetings. Ever.
DrunkDestroyer, who deeply regretted the codename he was now stuck with, spoke first. His trusty warriors, (Wingmen) sat, braced for an inspiring speech.
"Well...I got nothing".
There was an awkward moment of silence. If someone had dropped a pin, they probably wouldn't have heard it, but if it had landed on someones head 4000 feet below, they may have heard a scream.
"No, seriously, I have nothing. Help me out here guys! We need to inspire all our devoted and trusting followers, as we step out onto the plains of battle. We need a speech, or something"
BatCountry stepped up to the metaphorical plate. Actually, Legit did but BatCountry forcefully reminded him of the Ladies First rule, before he could so much as shout 'Sup Homies'. "Well, you would expect team Air to have a lot of:
Fans". She looked around the room expectedly, but everyone seemed more concerned with Legit groaning on the floor in pain. She scowled and returned to her specially embossed designer throne.
Tucking Fypo stood up next. "Y'know, we could work with that catchphrase you've been shoving down our throats for the past year or so. The, 'Air - It's Better When You're High' " A universal groan was heard about the room, aside from one little giggle coming from the Fearless and Charming General of Air (who had the same logo printed on his T Shirt).
Bloom, who seemed to be opening up to this fruitful turn in conversation, tried to keep the flow going. "It doesn't have to work by itself though. Think about it, two sentences, joint together might work. Get High, and enjoy flying ponies and gassy ladies. As natural as breathing in and out, just like Air"
"Don't you think its a little innapropriate?" said Pervepic. The room waited for him to elaborate, confused, aside from Robotocracy who was wondering what right a guy called Pervepic had to talk about innapropriate. "I mean, it's too peaceful. It needs to be more about killing, destruction and stuff! It's not a ballet, its not even a West Side Story dance off!"
This is when Legit chose to speak up again, notedly this time he was neither put in a headlock or sat on. "Violent! How about: Team Air - we will blow all the other tea-
"NO!" Shouted ScaredGirl from the distand land of World of Elements, scaring everyone aside from BatCountry.
"ms out of the water?" Legit ended weakly.
DrunkDestroyer sat at his chair sipping at his blue soft drink, offering a thoughtful and inspirational look. And the inspiration struck plastiqe. Across the face, in the form of Robotocracy jumping up out of his seat with
his suggestion.
"What about a rhyming poem?"
"Sure, that'll show 'em!"
"Why that's a great idea!"
"(However, not viewable for fans in North Korea)"
plastiqe rushed out with a list of statistics.
"Teams which rhyme do 18.5644% better on average in the voting phase in propaganda!"
Which kind of broke the mood, since nobody could think of a word to rhyme with propaganda fast enough, and the atmospheric music which had been building up in the background crashed and burned as DrunkDestroyer started sulking and called plastiqe a sad panda.
Luckily, Bloom, sensing the impending doom, thought it was safe to assume that he should be the one whom, would revive this chat room.
In rhyming fashion of course.
"Not all is lost, us air elementals are brave, we are strong"
"We can fight all day and all night long!"
"Our singing song will never end"
"You could not even begin to comprehend"
"How amazingly awesome we are"
"As powerful as we are bizzare"
"We fly in plumes of
silver"
Suddenly, 10 different shoes were thrown at the imbecile who uttered the last line.
At that point, DrunkDestroyer just gave up completely on the rest of his team, grabbed the recording hoping for pity points, and wondered if anyone would be prepared to buy the high heel digging into his back.
