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Rufina wrote:

i fealtthis needed answering, but as KillCraze seems to love his roleplay thread more than any mother loves thier child it felt cruel to shove more unrelated bollocks in there

empress rufina sighed and lit up a kippchen

the UN dismissed her solutions to the france/belgium problem as "unhumane" apparently they have "just as much right to exist as the rest of us" and would have "no chance of surviving, if banished to the moon". germany, spain and holland had all natruly voted in her favour as they stand to gain more terratory when the the people of the offending countries have been dealt with, russia also voted in her favour but just for fun. the english prime minister however (sorry one forgets the name of said person) will have to be punished. they will be offered a choice, either support the empress or convert to judaism and NEVER EAT BACON AGAIN!!! believe me its harder than it sounds.

after working on her plan for a bit the empress soon got bored, having been deemed by psyched as "too sexy" to go into her favourite parts of the forum she was reduced to chatting with pookey. who proved to be incesantly obtuse, one does so long for someone more intelligent to talk with once in a while. eventuay pookey (being the foul miscreant that she is) told the empress an outright lie that she was going to hang the washing out and would "be right back". after wondering quietly to herself who on earth clark gable (who the knights of camolot enjoy impersonating) is it soon became clear to rufina that the devious pookey was not returning after all...

at this point the empress (also known as the oracle) left her armies to fend for themselves and went to watch the golden compass for what must be the fifth time, however some horrid german ruined her viewing pleasure by trying to pick out problems in te plot, a futile attempt as there are of coarse zero yet infuriating.

untill a later point in time
empress rufina

Pookey sat with her young pup at her side as she read Rufina's UN proposal (being the higher being that has sign off). Milo continued his snoring which had gotton much much worse since he's seen a camel of the discovery channel last night and had said that if he achieved one thing today, it would be snoring like a camel.

Rufina's reasons for banishing the french cheese eating surrender monkies and the flemish chocolate cock guzzling snails to the moon were slightly xenophobic . However, with a bit of polishing up could be quite feasible. Apparently the surrender monkies had gotton wind of the proposals and had become depressed about it all and had taken to hanging out cured sausages from their bedroom windows in protest. Unfortunately, during the night, on their way back home, some stoned dutch men had got the munchies and eaten them. On awaking, the french people exclaimed "oh noi! Pleurnicher nous n'importe quoi juste ? nous sommes de grandes têtes de pénis" Which roughly translated means "oh no! Cant we do anything right? We are big penis heads" The answer? NO - they cant do anything right - THEY ARE FRENCH. KNOW YOUR LIMITS you filthy workshy bastards.

She wasnt quite sure sure what to do and so asked herself (as she often did) "What would Zorro do?". Shag them all and hide her identity in some elaborate charade. No, no that wouldnt be right.

Eventually, she just decided to say no.

Pookey M Chops - ruler of the known (and possibly unknown) universe