Oct. 24th, 2007 @ 04:51 pm
"Hey McGurk! Where are ya?!...standing me up again, why i stay friends with I'll never know...Mc- Oh hello. What's this?"
The little big headed man rubs his palms together.
"Oh this should be fun...Have any of you numbskulls seens my pal McGurk?"
((LOL! Mr. Mxyzptlk is a fifth-dimension imp who enjoys casuing chaos and transforming people. This goes double for members of the Superman Family. If you want your character to be LOLed, specify what you want the LOL to be in your comment. If you can;t think of anything, I'd be more than happy to figure something out myself.))
"Mcwho? And what the heck are you?"
Mithos plants his hands on his hips, leans forward and frowns
at the little big-headed man.
((LOL him into his adult form! LOL him into his adult form! :DDDDD))
am a superior bring form the fifth dimension. Show a little respect kid. Or else I'll do this!
"...Man, that did not work out the way I expected it to. I was trying to turn you into an emu."
Mithos blinks and looks down at himself.
Then unleashes a torrent of swearing (muffled under his breath; it's not polite for a seraphim to swear, after all) and glares
at Mxyzptlk. "I suppose you think this is very funny."
Considering he seems this irritated about it, it probably is
funny, to tell the truth.
"And just what is so funny about this?" Mithos' wings are quivering now, rigid with anger. "You should be the one showing me
"I repeat, superior being from the fifth dimension Birdboy! What, are you deaf or something? I cna do something worse if you really want me to!"
Mithos just throws his hands into the air and walks off. It never was any use dealing with the weird ones, in his experience.
Junior's heard of this guy! "Who's McGurk?" Junior asks, "and, um, what does K-L-T-P-Z-Y-X-M spell?" he asks.
((How about into a chimp?))
"kltpzyxM. I only have that rule with Superman moron!"
((Meh. He's already a vampire. Gender swap, maybe?))
"Oh," Junior says. "Superboy said it'd work. What do other people have to do, then?"
"Man, how many sidekicks does blueboy have anyways?"
"Superboy's his clone,
not his sidekick."
"Still fits in the sidekick category. Are you always this annoying? Almost makes me wanna..."
((*lazy* I'll find a LOL'd icon later.))
Junior feels odd. Things that Should Be There aren't and he's got breasts. "Huh," he says, looking down. "Either this is an odd side affect of my birth or I've just been LOL'd. Did you do this to me?"
(drops into Nexus, eyes narrowed behind mask upon noticing who has arrived; figures it would be pointless to remind him about a certain Young Justice experience)
And people wonder why heroes have caller ID on their cell phones.
Yeah-me. I'd say I'm thrilled to see you up and about, but...that'd be a lie. Why can't you just zap in a phone or two and give one to your friend?
"Because the would require logic, of which I have none."
((Change her into a human!))
"That depends, is your... pal... mortal or immortal?"
The little shadow-sprite rested on Mxyzptlk's head and looked him in the face upside-down.
"Why should that matter? dumb question..."
Clark Kent raises his eyebrows. "Who's McGurk?"
"Tall, made of rock, usually sits on the pot with his elbow on his knee and his chin on his hand. How ya doin bozo?"
"Yeah, bozo, moron, nincompoop. Am I not getting through to you Boy Scout?"
Clark's eyes narrow. "Who exactly are you?"
"Oh, finally you ask. I
am Mxyzptlk. That's Mix," he turns into a mixer "Yes,"a can of Yes! coffee, "Spit," spits on the floor, "Lick," and turns into a dog who licks Clark's face sloppily.
"Um." Clark says, "Weren't you taller last time I saw you?" The Mxyzptlk of his world is an exchange student with a penchant for throwing the odds when he gambled.
"Well, if it isn't the sidekick."
"Why are you here?" Kara sighs and shakes her head. Just. Not. Good.
"Well you see when a moomy fifth dimenion imp and a daddy fifth dimension imp..."
Stop him now! You really
don't want a talk about fifth-dimensional reproduction.
"Okay, okay, sorry I asked." Kara frowns at him. It could be worse.
It could be Luthor.