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Takuma Nuva

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I started writing this comedy a full two years ago and then promptly forgot about it after writing a handful of paragraphs. Now, just a few days after Brickfair 2014's end, I've gone full-bore and finished it.
 
Seriously, 90% of this was written in the past couple days. Any delusions you have that something relevant to Brickfair 2012 will be contained herein should be left at the door.
 
So, enjoy, everyone. I'm off to work on my next unfinished project. In fact, I didn't even proofread this mess beforehand! I'll leave that to you guys to point out so I can fix it afterward. :evilgrin: I mean, this is the comedies forum where grammar takes the backseat to over-used jokes about cheese, emoticons, and the management of various business and establishments. (Okay, okay, maybe I did do a little proofreading, but it was hardly comprehensize.)
 
Now then, I believe the next step was for Zatth to turn this into an interpretive dance, no?


 




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"Double or triple?"

"Oh, I don't know!"

"Double or triple?!"

"I can't decide! There's too much pressure!"

"Well, hurry up and choose! You've got twelve widgets riding on this, Steak Boy!"

It was Saturday morning and Steak Boy, the omnivorous Po-Matoran, was playing a game of "Double or Triple" with Bombay, the Matoran Lawyer. It was quite a simple game, really. Two or more participants watch infomercials all morning and place bets on whether the order will be doubled or tripled.

"Okay, okay, okay! I choose double!"

Xarna sat on the floor next to the couch and methodically sharpened his favorite katana. "I don't care how many orders they'll drive it up, I'm not buying a VHS series about shoving horseshoes up people's noses."

"Keep it down in there!" Tirvon shouted angrily from the kitchen.

"On second thought..."

Bombay leaned over and smacked Xarna on the head. "Hush, you! They're about to increase it!"

"Call today, folks, and you'll get not just one VHS set, but another one for free to give to a friend or relative!"

"Paprika!" Steak Boy shouted. "I won!"

"But, as part of this TV offer, if you call in the next fifteen minutes, we'll triple your offer at no additional cost to you! You can send a set to that person you hate most who has already thrown out their last VHS player and switched completely to those ridiculous Blu-Rays!"

"Haha! Take that!" Bombay said. "Fork over the widgets!"

"But we're not done yet!"

"Huh???" Steak Boy and Bombay said in unison.

"If you call and give the special code 'rubber armadillos sneeze tonka trucks', we'd QUADRUPLE the offer! It doesn't get better than this, folks!"

"Take that! I win!" Steak Boy said, giving Bombay a playful shove.

"Hold on just a minute!" Bombay pushed Steak Boy back. "He quadrupled the order, so neither of us win!"

"Nuh-uh," Steak Boy replied. "Quadrupling is double the double, so I won twice! You owe me twenty-four widgets!"

Bombay's eyes widened for a moment. At realizing what Steak Boy just said, he wiped a single tear from his eye. "I've taught you well..."

As Steak Boy began raking in his winnings, a commercial started playing on the television.

Xarna paused his blade-sharpening just long enough to glance at the screen and shake his head. "Are they seriously interrupting an ad in order to play more ads?"

"AFOLS, TFOLS, AND KFOLS ALIKE! COME ON DOWN TO BRICKFAIR VIRGINIA FOR ALL THE BEST FUN AND STUFF YOU COULD HAVE!" the television blared.

Steak Boy poked Bombay in the shoulder. "Hey, what's an 'a-fall'?"

"Well obviously they're taking about Fall the season," Bombay said matter-of-factly. "The letter 'a' stands for 'autumn' which is basically the same thing. By doing this, they don't have to worry about excluding people who prefer one seasonal title over the other and offending them."

"Oh." Steak Boy thought hard for a moment. "What about t-fall and k-fall? What do those mean?"

"Those are just secret messages put in there by The Illuminati. Everybody knows they control the minds of human beings through the use of advertising. Don't worry, it doesn't work on Matoran."

"How do you know?"

"Because I'm the smartest no matter what Tirvon may claim." Bombay slid off the couch and started walking toward the door. "Now then, if you'll excuse me, I need to get a Coca-Cola, Doritos Locos Taco, and some Sham-Wows."

Steak Boy looked back at the television just in time to see a map showing where the LEGO convention was to take place. "Well, I'm off," Steak Boy announced as he made his way for the door.

"Wait, why?" Xarna asked.

"Because the TV told me to." Steak Boy paused for a moment at the door. "It's a good thing we have TV. I wouldn't know what to think or do without it." Whistling a happy tune which may or may not have been a commercial jingle, Steak Boy began skipping down the street to find Brickfair.


***


Day One


The Dulles Expo Center. The building loomed over Steak Boy even more-so than he thought it would.

"Well this is rubbish," Steak Boy complained. "Every other story I've been in I've been larger than life! Now I'm . . . actual size."

Disheartened, Steak Boy made his way into the Expo. The building was vast, especially for an individual of such size. Unsure what to do, the Po-Matoran waddled his way over to the large desk with the "check-in" sign. He snuck past the bearded man standing there and acquired a program guide. Looking at the back cover, Steak Boy saw a map with an area labeled "Bionicle". "Seems like a good place to start!" he exclaimed as he began his long trek across the floor.

Upon reaching the Bionicle tables, Steak Boy shimmied up a table leg. Strange creatures stood posed as far as the Matoran could see. Undaunted, Steak Boy took off running down the length of the table looking for fun and stuff. As he gawked about, he forgot to watch where he was going. With a loud *crack* Steak Boy crashed into something and fell backward onto his bottom. Steak Boy straightened his mask and looked to see what he'd just collided with. A strange orange creature with a pointy head and four tentacle-looking limbs was picking itself up. The tentacled creature saw Steak Boy and offered a greeting. "Hi."

"Um, hi," Steak Boy replied sheepishly. "Sorry about that. I guess I wasn't watching where I was going."

"Hi," the creature responded.

"Nice to meet you, Tentro. I'm Steak Boy!" Steak Boy reached out and shook one of Tentro's tentacles.

"Hi."

"Nah, I'm new in town. I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about. Any idea where we can find some fun?"

"Hi."

"Bingo sounds like fun. Let's go!"

Steak Boy and Tentro hopped off the table and made their way over to the Bingo Grande. They picked a spot on the floor right up front and poured out all their LEGO tiles. As the letters and numbers were called out, Tentro methodically began to cover his board. He even got a Bingo a couple times, but every time he shouted out, "Hi!" he was ignored. Frustrated and teary-eyed, Tentro kicked his Bingo card, sending tiles flying. He turned to Steak Boy and whimpered, "Hi."

"I'm sorry," Steak Boy said, giving Tentro a hug. "It's okay though. I didn't win anything either."

"Hi."

"Wait, I'm not supposed to eat the tiles? Why not?"

"Hi."

"Oooooooh."

Though Bingo was a failure, Steak Boy was still in a good mood, mostly because he had a full stomach if nothing else. Still excited for fun and stuff, the pair wandered over toward the vendors. They marveled at all the amazing bow-ties, minifig weapons, and apparel. Then, Steak Boy saw something that stopped him right in his tracks. "Look there!" Steak Boy said as he pointed to a high shelf.

"Hi."

"No no no, up two more shelves."

"Hi."

"I know! We've gotta do something." Steak Boy ran over and began climbing the shelves. He eventually reached his destination. "The Toa!"

"Hi."

"These are the Toa," Steak Boy explained. "It's their job to save the island of Mascarpone from the evil Mad Gluten . . . or something like that." Steak Boy pressed his mask up against one of the canisters and tapped on it. "I can hear them in there! We've gotta set them free." Steak Boy climbed atop one of the canisters and tried to pry the lid off.

"Hi."

"It's no use, Tentro. I can't get it open."

"Hi."

"We'll just have to get them outta captivity and hope somebody else can free them from their bonds." Steak Boy shoved all six canisters off the shelf and onto the floor, knocking off a few boxes in the process. He then dropped down to the floor and pushed the pile out the door. He walked back to the shelf where Tentro was waiting. "Don't worry, buddy, they're free. Now it's only a matter of time."

"Hi."

"Use my teeth to open the canisters? Hm . . . . I didn't think of that. Oh well, they'll be fine."


***


Day Two


Steak Boy yawned and stretched his arms. Still groggy, it took him a moment to remember why he'd spent the night underneath a giant table. "Oh yeah, Brickfair!" Steak Boy turned around and poked Tentro, waking him.

"Hi."

"And a good morning to you too!" Steak Boy hopped up excitedly and writhed his hands in anticipation of the day. "Let's go have some more fun and stuff!" Steak Boy dragged a half-awake Tentro past the tablecloth and up onto the table. There, Steak Boy came face to face with a being that chilled him to his very core. It was a tall creature with a mechanical arm and a smile so disturbing it should have come with a warning label.

"Who are you?" Steak Boy asked warily.

"You can call me . . ." The strange being flashed a couple quick action-poses. ". . . Nicholas Bluetooth! Or Nick for short."

"Hi."

"Yeah," Steak Boy agreed. "What depths of Karzahni did you escape from?"

"I'm from Galidor!" Nick announced, striking a mighty pose. "The best show to ever air on television!"

"Clearly you haven't watched Protodermic Chef." Steak Boy looked around and noticed that there didn't appear to be many humans. "Where is everybody."

"I don't know," Nick replied mysteriously. "All I know is that a lot of them just left to perform a strange daily ritual that involves the consumption of ludicrous amounts of . . ." Nick lowered his voice to a whisper. ". . . breadsticks."

"LUNCH!" Steak Boy bellowed. He bolted off, knocking Tentro and Nick half-way across the table. The Po-Matoran took off like a shot, running straight for the nearest combination Pizza Hut-and-Taco Bell. Tizza But or Paco ###### for short. He bust through the door and ran right past the front counter. Like a kleptomaniac in a room full of babies holding Hershey bars, Steak Boy began snatching up every breadstick in sight and shoving them into his gaping maw.


Back at the convention, Nick Bluetooth and Tentro sat on the table arguing with each other.

"Hi."

"You know what? At least my show aired for a full half hour instead of being some stupid little short!"

"Hi."

"A half hour of what?!" Nick Bluetooth stood up and marched over to the orange-colored Mixel. "You take that back or I'll tear you apart."

"Hi."

With a blood-curdling shriek Nick pounced on Tentro and the two began punching each other into a plasticy pulp. They were interrupted when Steak Boy, gullet bulging from his excessive engorging of bread, returned from lunch. "Hey, now!" he said as he pulled them apart. "This is no way for friends to treat each other!"

"Hi."

Steak Boy gasped. "Now now, Tentro. We don't use that kind of language. Tell Nick you're sorry."

Tentro huffed and stomped a tentacle on the table. "Hi."

Steak Boy walked behind Tentro and pushed him toward Nick. "Do it."

Reluctantly, Tentro finally looked Nick in the eye and said, "Hi."

Nick held his nose high in the air. "Apology accepted."

"Now you apologize, Nick."

Nick stammered. "Wh-what? What do I need to apologize for?"

"That pathetic waste of time you call a television show."


As the trio meandered about Brickfair, Steak Boy noticed a small group of people crowded around a Mask of Summoning in one of the hideouts. Some were crying, others were clapping, and a few were even grovelling on the floor before the mask. "What's going on in there?"

"Looks like that Kanohi just finished giving a seminar," Nick Bluetooth speculated.

"I never heard it say anything."

"You would have if you'd glinched some better ears. OH WAIT, you can't glinch, even though glinching is totally awesome and all that," Nick taunted.

"Wasn't awesome enough to save your franchise from going to shambles."

"Hi."

Nick frowned. "That hurt."


***


Day Three


Steak Boy shook his head. "Let's skip day three."

Why on earth would I do that?

"Horse masks."

What wrong with horse masks?!

"Everything."

You're gonna have to come up with more than that to convince me I should skip an entire day.


***


Day Four


Steak Boy marveled at long line of people outside the expo who were waiting to get in. He'd heard stories of The Public before, but this surpassed everything he could have possibly imagined. People moved to and fro while taking in all the sights and touching things they weren't supposed to.

It was all rather boring.

After The Public departed, Steak Boy, Tentro, and Nick made their way to the food court with haste. They'd heard there was going to be free food and they didn't want to miss out. In fact, they didn't want to miss out so much that they cut the whole line and grabbed stuff when nobody was looking. Arms filled with all they could hold -- and then some -- the trio slipped underneath a cafeteria table. Nick rubbed his hands together eagerly and pulled a burger from his food stash. He tore the wrapper off and took a huge bite. He then promptly spat it back out.

Tentro shoved his burger aside and tried the cookies before tossing them as well. "Hi."

"It's worse than that; it's horrible!" Nick exclaimed. "This taste like plastic and that's coming from somebody who's made of plastic! What do you think Steak Boy?"

Steak Boy shoved the last crumb of his food in his mouth and let out a belch. "What do I think about what?"

Tentro and Nick both stared wide-eyed at the empty air which only seconds before had been occupied by a considerable pile of cafeteria food. "You ate that stuff? All of it!?"

"Hi!"

Steak Boy was confused. "Yeah, why wouldn't I?"

"Because it tasted worse than half-decayed sauerkraut laced with bellybutton lint and windshield washer fluid!"

Steak Boy patted his tummy. "The key is to swallow so fast that you don't have a chance to taste it."

Nick shook his head. "I don't know why I bother." He looked up at the clock and noticed how late it was getting. "Hey, we better hurry if we don't want to miss laser tag!"

"Hi."

"Yeah, what's the rush?" Steak Boy asked. "Laser tag won't be starting for a couple hours yet and it isn't that far away."

"We've got really short legs," Nick reminded.

Steak Boy thought for a moment. "Good point. Let's go."


As it would turn out, Shadowlands Laser Tag didn't have any packs small enough to fit Steak Boy, Tentro, or Nick Bluetooth. While disappointed at first, the trio entertained themselves by running around in the dark and tripping people, namely small children. It was great fun, especially for Steak Boy who nearly missed the second game because he was too busy stuffing his face with pizza. The third game ended, the small party of three sat under a table panting from all the exercise.

"If I was capable of such things, I'd be soaked in sweat right now from all that running around," Nick Bluetooth remarked.

"If I was capable of such things," Steak Boy echoed, "I'd have passed out every time somebody mentioned the name 'Galidor' from dread."

"Now, that was totally uncalled for," Nick retorted.

"Hi."

"Okay, that was just morbid."

Steak Boy was about to make a comment of his own when he was interrupted by a booming voice from across the party room.

"Custom member title to whoever chugs the icing!" the voice called out.

Steak Boy didn't know what a custom member title was. He could only hope it was something to eat. Regardless, he knew for a fact that icing was something to eat. He was about to wander over and claim his prize when he noticed the closest human shot up from its chair and made way for the icing cup.

Steak Boy's eyes narrowed and he growled, "Not. On. Your. Life." The small Matoran leaped six feet into the air (quite a feat for somebody who's only a few inches tall) and landed on the human's face. "RELINQUISH THE ICING TO ME, MEATBAG!!!"

"AHHH! GET IT OFF ME!" the human shouted.

Steak Boy went on a rampage pulling hair, kicking eyeballs, punching teeth, yanking tongue, and head-butting poorly-maintained facial hair. Eventually the human toppled over and lay on the floor defeated. Steak Boy scooped up the icing cup and drained it into his mouth. Finished, he flung it aside where it came to rest upon the human's nose.

"Hi."

"I agree," Nick said. "We should probably get outta here before they decide to retaliate."

Steak Boy wiped his mouth on the back of his arm. "Very well. Let's go back to the convention center and see what's going on."

The three companions re-entered the Expo where a strange sight met their eyes. While there weren't a lot of people left, the few that were were all grown-ups and they were all--

"Swimming? Why are there all these grown-ups swimming?" Steak Boy asked.

Nick scratched his chin. "I'm not sure. Maybe somebody up on the table knows?"

"Let's go see."

Steak Boy scrambled back up the table and looked around for anyone who might tell him what's going on. He soon spied a box full of playing cards. Some of them were standing on the table staring off into the distance. "Hey!" Steak Boy shouted, trying to get their attention. "Excuse me!"

A few of the cards turned to see who was hailing them, but they said nothing and returned to their initial positions.

Steak Boy, Tentro, and Nick walked closer. Steak Boy followed their gaze to see they were staring at the people swimming. "Hi, I'm Steak Boy. Who're you guys?"

"Names aren't important," one of the cards replied.

Steak Boy, Tentro, and Nick looked at each other questioningly. "Riiiight," Nick replied. "So, what're you doing up here?"

"We're watching the humans," the card replied.

"Hi."

"Because we hate them," the card answered. "We hate humanity and all it stands for. Especially that one," the card said, pointing.

Steak Boy looked where the card was pointing. That particular human was easily the tallest and thickest of all the humans in the room. He was dressed from head to toe in what had to be the blackest clothes that Steak Boy had ever seen. "I see," Steak Boy finally said.

"Hi."

"Yeah, what's his name?" Nick asked.

"His name." The card furrowed its non-existent eyebrows. "His name . . ."

The trio waited an unreasonably long time.

". . . is Wilbur!" With those words the entire collection of cards let out a battlecry and charged headlong toward the aforementioned human, yelling all the way.

Nick just watched as the army of cards tripped and stumbled over each other as they raced across the great span of floor between themselves and the human. "Well, I'm lost."


***


Day Five


The last day of Brickfair had arrived. Steak Boy, Tentro, and Nick Bluetooth watched on as The Public filtered through the expo once again.

"Hi."

"Yeah, time flies when you're having fun," Steak Boy agreed. "Too bad Brickfair is almost over."

"Don't forget, there's always next year," Nick reminded the Matoran. After thinking for a moment, Nick grabbed Steak Boy's hand and started pulling him along. "Come with me. There's one last thing I'd like to show you."

Steak Boy and Tentro fell in line behind Nick as he navigated the throng of people toward the far end of the convention center. Steak Boy's mouth fell agape at the sight he beheld. "It's a moon bounce!" The trio took of running and climbed inside. They laughed and sprang about as they bounced off the floor, walls, ceiling, and each other. The only thing that could've made this a happier moment for Steak Boy was if he had something to eat. Eventually the three grew exhausted from all the bouncing and they tumbled back out onto the floor. They spent a moment just lying there in silence, save for their heavy breathing. When he finally caught his breath, Steak Boy heaved himself back to his feet. "That was so much fun!"

"Yeah, it was." Nick picked himself up off the floor and helped Tentro to his feet tentacles.

"Hi," Tentro said as he pointed somewhere past the moon bounce.

"Where?" asked Steak Boy. He strolled around the corner of the moon bounce to see what Tentro was pointing at. There he saw a curious sight. It was a shallow recess in the floor about two feet deep. Inside sat several small children, each of them was sniffling, full on crying, or somewhere in between. "What's this all about?" Steak Boy asked.

Nick walked up behind Steak Boy. "Oh that? See, often times kids don't pay attention to where they're bouncing inside the moon bounce. What ends up happening all too often is that they bounce into each other and knock heads or hurt themselves in some other way. When that happens, we put them in here until they're done crying. We call it The Bawl Pit."

"I see," Steak Boy replied.


After a long day of bouncing, sight-seeing, and breadsticks, Steak Boy, Tentro, and Nick Bluetooth sat on the lawn outside the Expo and watched the sunset. "I'm gonna miss Brickfair," Steak Boy said with a sigh.

Nick nodded in agreement. "It sure did fly by fast. But don't worry because next year's will be even better!"

"Hi."

Nick scrunched his nose. "Well I can dream can't I?"

Steak Boy pet Tentro on the head. "I'm sure gonna miss you, little guy."

"Hey, what about me?" asked Nick.

"Oh, alright," Steak Boy conceded. "You can miss Tentro too."

"No, you didn't understand me."

"Clearly nobody understood you," Steak Boy said. "And they still don't."

"Hmmph! You just wait, buster!" Nick crossed his arms and turned up his nose. "Someday, when Galidor returns, it'll be the greatest thing ever!"

"Yeah, sure." Steak Boy rolled his eyes. "Right after Half Life 3."

"Hi."

"Yes, and monorail's return."

Nick Bluetooth stood up and planted his hands on his hips. "You know what? I'm through with you guys. I'm leaving!" he announced as he marched off in a huff.

Steak Boy leaned back on his arms. "I've wanted nothing else since this whole thing began."

"Hi."

"Food doesn't count, Tentro. Food is a given."

"Hi."

"I don't know. I suppose it depends on how many up-votes this topic gets."

"Hi."

"Not as shameless as Galidor," Steak Boy replied. "Not as shameless as Galidor."

As the last rays of sun faded away, Steak Boy thought to the future and a smile spread across his face. Brickfair VA 2015 was less than a year away. Less than a year until more fun.

And stuff.

Mostly breadsticks.



THE END


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I haven't had this much fun reading a Comedies topic since the pre-Dataclysm days. It really brought me back to your old Steak Boy Buys A *insert random object here* comedies I loved so much, especially the opening. That whole scene with the informercial had me laughing out loud, literally. (Luckily I live alone, or I would have gotten more than a few weird looks, I'm sure...)

 

Now on to the quotiness!  :D

 

 

"Wait, why?" Xarna asked.

 

"Because the TV told me to." Steak Boy paused for a moment at the door. "It's a good thing we have TV. I wouldn't know what to think or do without it." Whistling a happy tune which may or may not have been a commercial jingle, Steak Boy began skipping down the street to find Brickfair.

 

 

Ah, that insidious mind-control device we know as a television. It now even works on biomechanical beings!

 

 

A strange orange creature with a pointy head and four tentacle-looking limbs was picking itself up. The tentacled creature saw Steak Boy and offered a greeting. "Hi."

 

"Um, hi," Steak Boy replied sheepishly. "Sorry about that. I guess I wasn't watching where I was going."

"Hi," the creature responded.

"Nice to meet you, Tentro. I'm Steak Boy!" Steak Boy reached out and shook one of Tentro's tentacles.

"Hi."

"Nah, I'm new in town. I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about. Any idea where we can find some fun?"

"Hi."

"Bingo sounds like fun. Let's go!"

 

 

I don't know why Tentro's whole "Hi" thing made me laugh so hard. But it just did. (Also, who exactly is Tentro supposed to be? An OC or someone from Hero Factory? I haven't kept up with that series so I have no idea...)

 

 

Steak Boy dragged a half-awake Tentro past the tablecloth and up onto the table. There, Steak Boy came face to face with a being that chilled him to his very core. It was a tall creature with a mechanical arm and a smile so disturbing it should have come with a warning label.

 

"Who are you?" Steak Boy asked warily.

"You can call me . . ." The strange being flashed a couple quick action-poses. ". . . Nicholas Bluetooth! Or Nick for short."

"Hi."

"Yeah," Steak Boy agreed. "What depths of Karzahni did you escape from?"

"I'm from Galidor!" Nick announced, striking a mighty pose. "The best show to ever air on television!"

 

 

...THERE'S a reference I haven't heard in...a decade? More? Wow. Now I feel old  :P

 

 

The Po-Matoran took off like a shot, running straight for the nearest combination Pizza Hut-and-Taco Bell. Tizza But or Paco ###### for short.

 

 

Those restaurants will now be forever known as Pizza But. At least as far as I'm concerned. Also, the word filter seems to have eaten your second play on words. Perhaps Paco Karzahni? Wait, what?

 

 

Day Three

 

Steak Boy shook his head. "Let's skip day three."

Why on earth would I do that?

"Horse masks."

What wrong with horse masks?!

"Everything."

You're gonna have to come up with more than that to convince me I should skip an entire day.

 

 

I'm curious...yet at the same time, I really don't want to know...

 

 

"RELINQUISH THE ICING TO ME, MEATBAG!!!"

 

 

Was that an HK-47 reference? If so, that makes it even funnier!

 

 

"His name." The card furrowed its non-existent eyebrows. "His name . . ."

 

The trio waited an unreasonably long time.

". . . is Wilbur!" With those words the entire collection of cards let out a battlecry and charged headlong toward the aforementioned human, yelling all the way.

 

 

Is there a reference I'm missing here or is it meant to be completely random? Well, either way the randomness made me laugh, so good job!

 

 

"Hey, what about me?" asked Nick.

 

"Oh, alright," Steak Boy conceded. "You can miss Tentro too."

 

 

Poor Nick...though he should be thankful he's even still being written about. (Harsh, I know...but true.  :P )

 

Brilliant comedy, Takuma! I hope this means you'll be jumping back into the comedy-writing business soon! I will be too, as soon as I finish fixing the formatting of my own comedies. Welcome back!

 

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I don't know why Tentro's whole "Hi" thing made me laugh so hard. But it just did. (Also, who exactly is Tentro supposed to be? An OC or someone from Hero Factory? I haven't kept up with that series so I have no idea...)

Tentro is a Mixel. His "Hi" bit came from Brickfair when Bfahome bought a Tentro at the LEGO store and kept going around with it saying "hi". 

 

Those restaurants will now be forever known as Pizza But. At least as far as I'm concerned. Also, the word filter seems to have eaten your second play on words. Perhaps Paco Karzahni? Wait, what?

:lookaround:

 

Was that an HK-47 reference? If so, that makes it even funnier!

It was indeed. 

 

Is there a reference I'm missing here or is it meant to be completely random? Well, either way the randomness made me laugh, so good job!

*innocent whistling* 

 

Brilliant comedy, Takuma! I hope this means you'll be jumping back into the comedy-writing business soon! I will be too, as soon as I finish fixing the formatting of my own comedies. Welcome back!

I can't make any promises; I have more unfinished serious works than comedies. Still, it felt good to work out the ol' comedy muscles and it's always nice to see another old fogey from the comedies forum still appreciates my work. :P Suffice to say though, if Bionicle really is gonna be a thing this coming year, it'll certainly boost my comedy-writing motivations. 

 

I... I don't know where to start.

 

This is wonderful, Takuma.

 

Thank you. Thank. You.

NOW START DANCING

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I think the true miracle of Brickfair 2k14 is that Steakboy managed to make it the entire convention without getting slapped.

 

That and Nick Bluetooth getting an appearance.

 

And Tak writing another home dunk comedy.

 

But mostly the slapping.

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