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Re: Beach Party Thread(Non-Canon) - Omni - 06-16-2015
Omni points at Mickey. "Now you are a porpoise."
Re: Beach Party Thread(Non-Canon) - Proto Man - 06-16-2015
"This place is getting crowded," a female voice said, causing Proto Man and the bro fest to turn to see a redhead in camo shorts that cut off below her knees and a sleeveless top. When she saw them all give her a look, she furrowed her brow. "Yea, I'm not the bathing suit type. I'm the 'strong female lead with a tormented past' archetype'."
"It's true," the teacher replied, glancing up from his documents long enough to flash the woman a thumbs up. "Good job, Piper. ...Sorry about killing you."
"It's all good, Boss," she answered as held out a hand. A few yards away, a cup vanished from the bar in a swirl of lights and reappeared in her outstretched hand. She took a long drag of the Diet Mountain Dew and vodka beverage. "I mean, we drove that old boat until she was at the bottom of the Atlantic. Went out like champs."
"Like champs," the man said with a bob of his head.
Re: Beach Party Thread(Non-Canon) - Proto Man - 06-16-2015
"Well that least this isn't a total sausage fest," a new voice muttered.
Proto Man turned and found himself staring at an older version of his brother with slightly more aesthetically pleasing armor and spiky, anime hair. Next to him stood a man with beautifully messy hair, dark-rimmed glasses, a pinstripe suit, a tan overcoat.
"Hello there," he said in an Estuary English accent as he removed his coat and dropped it onto the sand. It vanished in a poof, prompting him to wave goodbye to it. "Fancy multiverse... has anyone seen a blue police box? All I found was this blue cyborg."
"No," Wartortle rasped as he reached for a gun that wasn't there. "Just a bunch of fucking filthy humans, and that douche bag with the papers. I can't even walk away from this pavilion."
"Not my fault," the teacher replied. "I'm just sitting here grading these awful rocket reports... Like, this kid can't even spell rocket." The man groaned, his head sagging toward the stack of papers. "Seventeen years old and can't spell. Urban education too strong."
Re: Beach Party Thread(Non-Canon) - Alex - 06-16-2015
"Eh, I can't do this," the man groaned as he placed the papers on the sand. They vanished in a puff of smoke to whatever hell awaited them. He glanced up and saw all seven individuals staring over at him. "S'up?"
"Need a drink, Boss?" Piper asked as she glanced around. "Yea, I guess green is a pretty fitting color." To prove her point, she held out a palm and summoned a small sphere of green ki.
"I guess that makes me blue," A translucent aura hummed to life around Seventeen's lithe body, kicking up handfuls of sand that swirled around him as his charcoal eyes turned crystal blue.
"Son of a bitch!" Wartortle growled, realizing that he'd been shoved to a lesser color.
"I have no idea what's going on..." Proto mumbled as he dropped into a chair.
"They're arguing over colors," Shang remarked.
"Boss really likes blue," Mega Man Volnutt quipped.
"You've got that right," the Doctor replied as he turned to Proto Man. "If it's any consolation, at least your name is Blues?"
"True," Proto Man muttered as he sipped from his coconut.
Re: Beach Party Thread(Non-Canon) - Karl Jak - 06-16-2015
Somewhere, Karl smelled confrontation.
He followed his gut instincts to a collection of individuals bickering around a young adult with a perpetually forlorn expression on his face. He set his hands on Alex's shoulders and patted his clavicles. "I think you know what must be done."
Re: Beach Party Thread(Non-Canon) - Darth Vader - 06-16-2015
For a man like Jon Snow who'd felt nothing but a bitter cold for the majority of his lifespan, a place such as the beach was a surprisingly bizarre and almost alien change of pace.
It wasn't to say he was taking no enjoyment from it, though. Quite the contrary. He was enjoying something for once, laying back as he was, eyes closed with the scorching heat of the sun baring down on his naked abs. He could simply feel the world just pass by and time go on, and every worry and doubt he ever had just seemed to escape him. For the first time in a long time, Jon Snow felt at harmony and at peace, with both himself and everything that had happened.
He could just forget it all for once, even if he knew it wouldn't last.
Jon's head turned slightly, his toned, pallid-fleshed arms resting behind his head. The bastard's eyes narrowed a bit as he caught sight of some animal in the distance. Some kind of dog. It's fur was a snow white unlike the crisp yellow sand, making it stand out like a sore thumb. It seemed to be watching him, almost with some humanity to it. It was as if the animal knew who he was, or even recognised him.
Jon pushed himself to his feet, leaving his fur cloak sprawled out on the ground where he'd rested it in the first place. The nifty winter clothing accessory was just as useful as a resting beach towel, Jon was finding, and he had a good spot on the beach, besides. As huge as this bay seemed to be, Snow didn't want anyone coming along and filling up his space.
Jon began to walk closer and closer toward the animal, and as he neared, the beast seemed to do the same, skulking up to him on it's hind legs.
Jon's pupils dilated as he caught a better glance of it. Or him, should he say.
How could he have been so blind? That white fur, those pointed ears, those red eyes... Jon recognised them from anywhere. And his longtime companion looked just as big and grown as ever.
"Ghost..." Jon called out for the direwolf in slight surprise, but his shock steadily transitioned into happiness, his lips peering into a wide smile. "Come here!" the bastard encouraged him, waving him over. The white wolf complied, and prowled over to his owner, canine red eyes staring up at him. He seemed to be holding some kind of pink disc in his jaw.
"Where in Seven Hells have you been, boy..." Jon spoke with glee, shaking his head slightly with disbelief. His time in the Omniverse could hardly be called well-spent, and even months after his arrival, Jon Snow still couldn't fathom why he was here, what his purpose now was. Seeing a piece of home filled him with more happiness and joy anyone could ever understand.
One hand shot out to comfort Ghost behind the ears, but the other, however, grabbed for the disc, gently pulling it free from the direwolf's maw. He glanced over the object in his hand for some brief moments, twisting and turning it as he inspected every angle, nook and cranny the disc had to offer.
Jon looked back up, and he'd noted that Ghost had moved back a couple of inches, head dipping with his steps as if the animal was trying to signify something, or make something apparent. Jon stared back down at the disc...
And then a thought came to his mind.
Pulling his arm back, Jon took a few moments before slinging it back again, sending the disc soaring through the air with the flick of his wrist. Ghost dashed after it swiftly and with enthusiasm, the direwolf leaping up and catching the disc in his jaw mid-flight. The animal skulked back over to his owner, dropping the pink frisbee at Jon's feet.
Jon smirked. Not bad...
Re: Beach Party Thread(Non-Canon) - Gildarts - 06-16-2015
"At least this one has my name on it," Gildarts mentioned as a crimson bottle with a fashionable swirling label was handed to him by Diablo.
"This might be your taste, don't mind Pepsiguy, he's new here. You like a burger? I can cook it.. Well done. Heh heh heh."
Fire seethed in Diablo's eyes as Gildarts seemed to miss the joke. In his hands, he read the label with his name and took a sip of the refreshing soda. "Ahh... Much better."
Pepsiman suddenly felt a chill despite the heat of the day, he sneezed. "Someone must be talking about the best beverage in the world!"
"FAT CHANCE!" Diablo challenged, hearing him despite being on the far side of the tiki hut. "I've got a grill going, anyone want hot dogs?" Diablo waved a goodbye to Gildarts who declined the meal and went on to his BBQ station.
"So uh... Anyone want to battle to the death?" Gildarts said within earshot of a young boy, who he did not know was named Michael.
... Out of the corner of his eye, Gildarts caught a glimpse of a creature who was the size of a dragon. NO SHIT. He fumbled his hands and charged through the lumpy sand, there were people around, and in danger. Now was his chance for redemption after spilling that drink on that girl. He would be the ultimate hero and get all the babes.
The dragon (Grimlock) had just eaten a frisbee and the sand quaked at the Prime's feet.
Re: Beach Party Thread(Non-Canon) - Erza Scarlet - 06-16-2015
In a flash, Erza found herself on a crowded tropical beach surrounded by strange folks, many of whom she recognized from the Abyss. She gave a smirk, and in a flash of magical light, her armor disappeared and was replaced with a skimpy red bikini. Fighting isn't the only place I can show off.
One hand on a hip and the other dangling by her side, tantalizingly close to her bikini bottom's string, she swaggered over to the seaside and just sort of stood there for a while, hoping people would start to stare so she had an excuse to beat someone up.
Re: Beach Party Thread(Non-Canon) - Tearen Wover - 06-16-2015
Nealaphh was somewhere else.
The god-mind had not been spontaneously pulled through spacetime since arriving in the omniverse, and it blinked in mild surprise upon finding itself on the edge of an ocean.
A wide array of primes were frolicking around, and Nealaphh immediately knew something was very wrong. He was here, Nealaphh could feel it. The shadow looked around before watching The Smiling One point at the prime known as Mickey Mouse and turning him into an aquaric mammal of some kind. The gall. Whatever spell had gripped the minds of the other primes here would not claim Nealaphh. But as the god-mind stared at Omni, Omni turned his head ever so slightly to meet Nealaphh's gaze.
A few moments passed.
Nealaphh squinted in smug retort, knowing that its mind would never be corrupted.
Obviously.
No silliness would come of this.
Clearly the best way to challenge the continuity of this beachside bonanza was to become that most hated of beach-goers...
An Old Person.
In that instant, the god-mind shifted out of his robes into a pair of seafoam green swimming shorts. A trio of sunglasses appeared over his eyes, and a white stripe of zinc sunscreen where his nose should have been. A bright, baby blue sun visor was wrapped around his head, and he carried a polkadotted umbrella, newspaper and folding chair under his arms.
Completely.
Dead.
Serious.
Then he set up his camp and started on the crossword.
Hrm...four letter word that indicates an all-encompassing thought...
A Challenger Approaches..? - Darth Vader - 06-16-2015
Gary really fucking hated those darn primes.
He gave little a care whether or not their influx of arrivals was the doing of that shitlord, Omni, he just knew he wanted them gone. Before they'd all came and paraded all over it, this beach had been his secret place. His special place. The one area in this entire fucking Omniverse that he knew about, where he could go and escape. And all of that was ruined, now.
He'd moved his towel and belongings as far away as he could from the presence of others, having shifted his things right over to the Eastern side of the island, where nobody really came. The secondary set his towel down, crouching into a laying position. Gary closed his eyes, trying to salvage back as much lost time of relaxation and tanning as he possibly could.
Just as he felt himself drifting off to sleep, and just forgetting about all of this beach bonanza nonsense, something stirred him from his sleep.
Toot toot.
A train? Gary's head bobbed back up as he looked around. Nothing. It must have just been in his head.
Gary layed back down once more, eyes closing back over...
Toot toot.
There it was again! What the fuck?!
Gary sat back up, eyes widening as he came to realise the change of scenery. Himself, along with his towel, now sat upon an uncomfortable steel train rail, and a brick tunnel had been formed somehow on the cliffside, a gaping black hole now wide open for view where rocks and stone had once been. Faint lights flashed from within the tunnel, and that bloody horn sounded again, louder than ever
TOOT TOOT.
Gary rolled madly out of the way as a big, blue steam engine raced across the railway, just missing it by a few inches.
Meanwhile, Thomas tanked onward, giving little regard to the man behind him he had nearly just run over. He sported his usual dapper kit; a brown mandem cap, giant black aviator shades that just promoted his coolness and jocularity, and a long gold chain around his neck that served as his pride and bling. Incredibly fitting soundtrack music boomed out of nowhere as Thomas progressed down the track, giving the big blue engine a beat to bounce to.
Soon enough, the blue engine had deserted the tracks, chugging across the sands. But he gave no fucks. Thomas the Tank Engine was just too damn thug to even care.
[spoiler]Y'all can use Thomas for whatever intensive purposes you like. He's just looping around the beach like the little thug engine he is.
Oh, and yeah. The song I linked contains lots of profanity, drug reference, that kind of stuff. I'd advise watching/listening at your own discretion.[/spoiler]
Re: Beach Party Thread(Non-Canon) - Ganondorf - 06-16-2015
The King of the Gerudo surveyed the beach with a scornful scowl on his lips and crossed arms. Here and there, beach patrons conversed in groups or played games with each other and they were, all of them, beneath him. Less than him. Imperfect. However, here and there, a few of the peons stood out amongst their fellows as LESS insignificant. But... to garner their attention would require drastic measures. Ganondorf's shaded eyes casually scanned the beach until they happened upon a perfect target.
Moving towards his hapless victim, the Demon King stepped into his sunlight, the Gerudo's massive frame blocking the light as effectively as a solar eclipse. The elderly man looked up from his crossword just in time for Ganondorf to slap it from his hands.
"Read much, Nerd?" the massive man asked, and he chuckled at Nealaphh's exasperated expression. Perhaps it was a bit mean, but it HAD been effective in causing a nearby woman to look in Ganondorf's direction. A somewhat pale, red-haired woman gave the Gerudo what he assumed was a look of desire and he swaggered over to Erza with the sort of confidence that only a bully can pull off.
"Hey there, good looking. See something you like?"
Re: Beach Party Thread(Non-Canon) - Darth Vader - 06-16-2015
"Ghost! Stop!" Jon called out after his pet as he chased after it, but the direwolf wouldn't stop for not even a second. Some horror of a beast had gulped down his pet's frisbee, and whilst Jon detested and dissuaded it, the direwolf was quite clearly stopping at nothing to get it back. Despite being well in shape and healthy, Snow found himself struggling to keep up with his direwolf's pace, the animal's mobility and perseverance much quicker and stronger than his own.
Jon skidded to a pause as they came upon the monster, eyes widening with clear fear and hesitation. A humongous construct of scraps and metals, something that distinctly resembled something like a dragon, except it had a distinct lack of wings at it's back. It looked like a horror straight out of somewhere such as Corucsant. It's cold steel eyes turned down to look at the two new arrivals as they came upon the scene, the creature looking less than pleased to see the white direwolf baring it's canine teeth and growling up at him.
With all it had, the beast let forth a mighty, thunderous roar, dragging it out for a few moments before letting it's metallic maw snap shut. For the first time, Jon spotted Ghost cower, the direwolf sulking away in retreat. Snow, however, affirmatively stood his ground, fearful and wary eyes staring right up at Grimlock. The monster and the man engaged in an awkward stare-off that reeked in tension.
In order to break the glare-off, as well as promote his own brand, Pepsiman stepped in, bringing a tray of Pepsi cans and bottles along with him.
"Do any of you fine gentlemen require hydration?"
Re: Beach Party Thread(Non-Canon) - Erza Scarlet - 06-16-2015
"Hey there, good looking. See something you like?"
Erza turned to face the giant hunk of black man-meat that had so rudely pulled her attention from her true object of desire. "Yes! I can't believe something so spectacular has happened to me today!" She then made a beeline for the newspaper that had fallen on the ground, a pair of reading glasses now sitting on her face in stark contrast to the rest of her attire, face lit up brighter than the sun above her, and a now-very-sandy Ganon in her wake.
"Four-letter word that indicates an all-encompassing thought. Plan! That's it." A very proud Erza handed Nealapph back his newspaper. He tried to humor her with a "Uh, I guess that could be it..." before she again sauntered off, crossword completely forgotten, to coerce her involuntary friend into giving her free soda.
Re: Beach Party Thread(Non-Canon) - Michael - 06-16-2015
Michael continues watching the insanity going on from the relative safety of the bar, continuing to sip on his delicious refreshing pepsi™.
As one person sounded off nearby hoping for a battle to the death, Michael happily ignored the challenge in favor of savoring his delicious pepsi™ and also not dying. Speaking of pepsi™, where did that faceless shiny bartender run off to? He as almost out of pepsi™…
To his right, Michael suddenly noticed a fresh, glistening can of unopened pepsi™ that hadn’t been there a moment before. It was as if the pepsi™ gods had heard his plee…
From then on, Michael feared the might of the pepsi™ gods.
Suddenly, the sound of… something approaching made itself known. It was ominous… terrifying. Michael turned to the sound as it grew louder, and as he gazed upon the plastic ever cheerful face of that blue train engine, Michael knew true fear.
TOOT TOOT sounded Thomas as he blasted by, leveling the bar into nothing but splinters, planks of wood, and burst pepsi™ cans. Debris flew through the air, raining down upon the beach and a few unlucky beach goers. Michael barely managed to roll out of the way in time and was lucky to be alive.
Even after leaving the bar eradicated Thomas continued onwards, shifting course to soar upwards into the clouds. Eventually he vanished into the sky as his toot toots faded into silence, leaving nothing but a ruined bar and some tracks in the sand to remind those that knew him that he had been here.
Michael opted to just lie in the sand for a while after that incident, unable to quite mentally recover from whatever the hell had just happened. He may never be the same.
More importantly, the bar has been slain. Rest in peace bar, your legacy shall live on in our hearts forever.
Re: Beach Party Thread(Non-Canon) - Tearen Wover - 06-16-2015
AND THEN THIS HAPPENED.
![[Image: Justice_zpsfb0nby55.png]](http://i1301.photobucket.com/albums/ag103/Tearen0/Justice_zpsfb0nby55.png)
...and then Erza and Nealaphh went skipping off like a pair of school kids.
Re: Beach Party Thread(Non-Canon) - Alex - 06-16-2015
Face to Face
Proto Man, Shang Tsung, Seventeen, Piper J, Wartortle, Mega Man Volnutt, The Doctor, Gashon Blastmor, Frieza, Cell Delta, Damien, Captain Edward Reynolds of the Space Stallion
Special Guest Referee - Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson
Special Guest Play-by-Play Announcers - Jim Ross and Bmoney420
Proto Man, Shang Tsung, Seventeen, Piper J, Wartortle, Mega Man Volnutt, The Doctor, Gashon Blastmor, Frieza, Cell Delta, Damien, Captain Edward Reynolds of the Space Stallion
Special Guest Referee - Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson
Special Guest Play-by-Play Announcers - Jim Ross and Bmoney420
Re: Beach Party Thread(Anti-Canon) - Caira Ayryn - 06-16-2015
Caira and Aragorn were looking lovingly into eachothers' eyes while Camelot's noble King should have been watching for drowning innocents.
The distraction was too strong, until someone chucked a rock at Caira's head causing them both to whip back their heads toward the assailant.
"HELP! I've been shouting for ten minutes!" Yamcha's voice called from some distance away. "While you two fake lovebirds were at it, I was attacked by a shark! Now do your job and save me life-man!"
"FAKE?!" Sassy Caira would not have it. "YOU were the one who threw a rock at me. Luckily I have 3 Defense stat or you could have killed me!"
"YES, FAKE you only just met, there's no way-"
"IT'S TRUE LOVE!"
"Oh Caira, if there only was someone who did love you..." Yamcha sneered while at the same time wailing under the treacherous waves.
The female seethed in anger, meanwhile Aragorn was left nursing the stinging would on the back of his head. He hadn't heard a thing, and his ears still rang with an off-tone chime. He looked up only to see the back of the brunette's hair bobbing as she ran toward the open sea.
....
"Fucking Yamcha, he dies like all the time in the show. I say he deserves it if he can't kill that shark." Pinkie pie grumbled and nommed her cake before spotting the masculine hottie that had been ditched by the loudmouth monk.
"A KING?! DAYUM that girl has good taste. I hope she doesn't mind if I..." Pinkie pie began to 'choke' on her cake and winked at the reader.
Re: Beach Party Thread(Non-Canon) - Thaal Sinestro - 06-16-2015
The man slowly sauntered up onto the beach, the heels of his dingo boots digging into the grit below. He dropped the folding chair unceremoniously into the sand, opened it, and pushed it down firmly to secure its position.
Sighing heavily, he held his hand up and glared at the gleaming sun, cursing it's unforgiving rays. He tugged on the edges if his dark red hood, stepped in front of the chair, and plopped down into it.
"Great day for a bit of beach action," Hati declared excitedly, a broad grin spreading as his aviator sunglasses glittered playfully. He pursed his lips and surveyed the scene. "Lots of... drinks? What the fuck is everyone drinking? Is that Pepsi?"
Skoll sneered and tugged at the black collar of his shirt. "Yes. The living embodiment of Pepsi is the only person serving drinks." He wore exclusively black and refused to remove his large, wool military jacket despite the protest of his companions.
"Good thing I brought my own shit," Hati scoffed, rummaging around in a large beach bag that was slung over his shoulder. His white button up flirted in the wind, exposing his bare chest and white trunks. "Want some, boss?" He extended a large bottle of coconut rum and motioned to the bar man, who tossed over a 7-Up.
"Wait," the man in the chair asked, "is 7-Up Pepsi brand?"
"I dunno," said the writer with a shrug, "Sprite is Coke brand though."
"Ah, fuck it." The man in the red hoodie scoffed and cracked the can open with a hiss. He chugged half the soft drink and filled the rest of the can with the booze, "You spend way too much time on little clerical research shit like that anyways."
Hati nudged his shoulder and motioned to one if the many women wandering the beach. "You gonna go after any these fine honies?" Skoll groaned, rolling his eyes. "It's not like you're ever gonna get to interact with anyone on this site again."
He shook his head, "Nah. I think that one version of Viper was pretty much it as far as love interest goes. I hate that every female character is defined by her relationships in media anyways. I'm just over that shit, man."
"Fuck me, Sigfried, nail on the head." The Woman With No Name said add she took a long swig from her beer. "Can't a character just be a character? Omni's ass hair, every girl has to be fucking somebody to be mentioned in most plotlines. And even when they aren't, they're being defined by how they aren't, you know?"
"Yeah," Sigfried grumbled, "fucking bullshit." Shaking his head, he motioned towards her, "Anyways, what brings you into this thread? I didn't even think you were really established yet."
"Ah, I'm really not," she admitted and laughed her raspy laugh. "I'm still arching for Sinestro. Once that thread wraps up I'll be out and about."
"Oh nice!" Sigfried grinned and swilled another huge gulp of his concoction. "You're gonna do well, I think."
Nodding solemnly, WWNN stared down at the sand. "Thanks man, means a lot from you. It's a real shame you can't roll out too."
"Eh," the old primary character sighed, "I'm just not really practical with these rules. I just don't mechanically work here."
"Fuckin' shame..." she fished the bottle and tossed it into the wet soil.
He held both hands up and shrugged, "Hey man, it is what it is. If I was here, I don't think you would be. It's all good dude. We've all got our time, and the author can always do other stuff with us." The trio nodded in synchronous.
"Truth," she nodded, crossing her arms. A soft smirk grew on her lips and she raised an eyebrow, "Know what's funny?"
"What," Sigfried asked lethargically, crushing his can and belching.
"The only place Sinestro is gonna show up in this post is gonna be in the profile name." Her smirk grew into a grin and she turned to face him.
Laughing uproariously, Sigfried shouted, "Nice!" and gave her a high-five.
Arm Wrestling Tourney/ "Will you be my queen?" - Gildarts - 06-16-2015
A lob-sided kick caught the billowing bloke off guard and whisked him in the jaw.
"Out of the way, old man." A deep voice commanded as the fair-haired man brought two fingers to his lips, lifted the stick from its parted notch, and breathed out a skull made from the fuming smoke.
Sanji-kun had just knocked out Gildarts, who now laid in an undistinguished pile of smoldering sand. "Don't you know how to treat a lady?" Sanji-kun referred to the broad next next to Grimlock before hearts formed in his eye sockets and he asked the mysterious woman for a dance.
PPPPPPPPPRIME PWN'D!!!!!
Score:
Sanji-kun: 1 + classy style points
Gildarts: 0
Ooo, ouch, that's gotta hurt!
Gildarts was sure this zany beach would be his undoing, the languorous man coughed out a mountain and a half of sand before brushing some from the clumps that had formed in his hair.
"Looks like you might need a doctor for that one, eh mate?" A voice laden with a very sexy English accent called from the distance.
Across the way, the auburn-haired prime spotted a familiar face.
"Princess Guu, is that you?"
Gildarts beheld the magnificent beauty that was the Ambrosia Leader. Today she glowed brighter than the sun.
He dipped his head and took her hand, ignoring the scorning eyes that fell upon him. Quickly, he knelt and met her eyes.
"Will you... Marry me?"
With a pause he realized he had no ring to offer her and instead made her a manly promise. "I will win your heart by arm-wrestling every challenger here!"
Re: Beach Party Thread(Non-Canon) - Guu - 06-16-2015
"Well, I kind of already have a promise to..."
Looks over to Omni and Mickey who are now making out. She groaned and turned back to Gildarts.
"Eh, got nothing better to do. But before you do the arm wrestling thing, could you carry me over to the bar and buy me a drink?"
Gildarts complied and she was held romantically in his arms towards the Pepsiman.
Meanwhile, as it turns out, Mickey and Omni weren't actually making out, but they were fighting WITH THEIR TONGUES!
"Mmmmphhhppmmm!" Mickey smacked talked while his tongue was out.