[b]Thomas grabbing the robot then, throwing him up and grabbing it by its foot
He swings it back down, slamming it against the ground, and then jumping into its chest, effectively pinning it as he begins to savagely beat in its head[/b]
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The punches seem to be doing nothing. "Dick move. Dick move. Dick move!"
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[spoiler]kek[/spoiler] [b]He continues, until eventually its head begins to dent inwards[/b]
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"Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow." Right as you begin to dent it in, he manages to catch one fist, vaulting you over and getting out of your reach. His body begins to repair itself as he looks at you. "Do you enjoy D.M.C.?" Then, seemingly out of nowhere, he has golden aviators, golden rings, chains, and a boom box next to him blaring [url=http://youtu.be/GtGNywkxw2U]a song[/url]. "Let's go!"
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[b]He rolls over, tackling the robot again[/b]
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He leap frogs over the man, then bringing in his legs to the mans throat, but spread them out at the last second, and grabbed the man by the head with his hands and threw him to the other side of the ring. It was an unpredictable move, unorthodox yet effective, and there was more to come.
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Edited by Sardonyx: 2/7/2016 7:30:43 AM[b]Thimas whipped around quickly, looking back at the robot[/b]
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He gets into a kung fu crane stance.
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[b]He sighs, the robot was all sorts of -blam!-ed up[/b]
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Edited by Xeno: 2/7/2016 7:42:42 AMHe looks to no one at all. "See? Even Jenny thinks I'm insane!"
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[b]He looks confused[/b]
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He looks back at him. "Ok sorry man. Look were actually not real. We're just characters made by low-lives who live in their mothers basements on this shitty app. It's called roleplaying. It's pretty weird, I mean if I'm totally honest with you, I don't have free will, neither do you. My writer just granted me the ability to see behind the shit and whatnot."
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[i]"Your insane, think I hit you a few times a little to good"[/i]
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"That's what they all say! But really I'm the smartest one here! Watch this! Your name is Thomas Guess, or Thomas the Pain Train or Pain Central. You're 26 stand at 6'5, brown hair, blue eyes, a muscular physique. You're Irish. You come from an Outer World family and a strict household, your family was poor, you joined the Feds. You have a Sonicar shotgun, a Heatburst pistol, and some knock off space marine armor with power fist. And in an alternate reality, this guy named Spectre kicked your ass!"
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[spoiler]Ayyyy[/spoiler]