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fandomtownies2021-07-11 10:46 am
betterthanaplan) wrote in fandomtownies2021-07-11 10:46 am
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The Trash King's compound, the preserve, Sunday [NFB]
His compound was complete. And it was glorious. The Trash King looked over his creation with an approving nod, even as his minions scurried around, shoring up this wall here, making that ceiling a little more dumpster-like there.
"Friends!" he cried, spreading his paws wide, his pickle jar rattling. It was time to give the people a little bonus, for being such loyal peasants. "Our delivery empire is strong and ever growing! Your king is pleased!"
The minions cheered.
"Your king is especially pleased with one of you, who has earned enough points to get a catapult bonus!" The Trash King looked over the gathered crowd as they leaned in expectantly. "Uhhh, you!" He picked a minion at random. "Well done! Go forth and hurl trash at those pesky humans!"
The minion of choice squealed in delight. The rest of them chattered amongst themselves excitedly.
"Do the rest of you want a catapult?" the Trash King asked. "Then go forth and bring me more trash! Who knows, maybe one of you will even earn enough points to get the coveted quadcopter!"
More cheers, and the minions scattered, picking up phones and tablets and plotting the very best holes they could think of. The Trash King settled back on his haunches and watched them, licking a bit of dried pickle juice from his fur.
"Mmm," he said. "Trashy."
[establishy. TIME FOR A CATAPULT! The holes can now spit things they've swallowed up back at you to try and knock you into the hole!]
"Friends!" he cried, spreading his paws wide, his pickle jar rattling. It was time to give the people a little bonus, for being such loyal peasants. "Our delivery empire is strong and ever growing! Your king is pleased!"
The minions cheered.
"Your king is especially pleased with one of you, who has earned enough points to get a catapult bonus!" The Trash King looked over the gathered crowd as they leaned in expectantly. "Uhhh, you!" He picked a minion at random. "Well done! Go forth and hurl trash at those pesky humans!"
The minion of choice squealed in delight. The rest of them chattered amongst themselves excitedly.
"Do the rest of you want a catapult?" the Trash King asked. "Then go forth and bring me more trash! Who knows, maybe one of you will even earn enough points to get the coveted quadcopter!"
More cheers, and the minions scattered, picking up phones and tablets and plotting the very best holes they could think of. The Trash King settled back on his haunches and watched them, licking a bit of dried pickle juice from his fur.
"Mmm," he said. "Trashy."
[establishy. TIME FOR A CATAPULT! The holes can now spit things they've swallowed up back at you to try and knock you into the hole!]