The Sultan's humble return; acknowledging his shame...

[RadRacer]

:Sultan rides like hell into the city on a chariot of black metal, drawn by horses. Cheering crowds on both sides of the bright, arbored boulevard. Then, a familiar peasant jumps into the road, screaming:
"Give me the Power!"

:Sultan laughs, only waving his gaudy scepter. He halts the chariot and takes the podium. Into microphonium says:
"My loyal subjects, listen to my message:

"I hate the Roman!
He talks of
in his heart is only !

"Also, I hate the
That comes to my shop
to stuff its face with candy!

"Also, I hate the man
who speaks in pseudo-scientific jargon
and bloats his sentences
with useless phrases
and sells them as !"

:Crowd

 

[ZeroDude]

Lmao, witty my man, over although I don't know what to make of the "Sultan" from your stories, I'll come to my own conclusions in good time

"Also, I hate the man
who speaks in pseudo-scientific jargon
and bloats his sentences
with useless phrases
and sells them as !"

I'm glad your able to recognise when someones doing that

 

[RadRacer]

:Sultan recognizes a familiar face in the audience. He nods in ZeroDude's direction and lets the crowd know:
"I don't like his smirk,
But his words I like, today.
For those who don't know:
He over the poets
of this land.
..."

:Sultan enters Interutwoferonium and SiciLaronicum; comes back and cries:
"Sorry, my pal subjects...
your Sultan cannot... (sniff)
perform poetry, today."

:He lays his upper body, which is always unencumbered by robes, on the cold stone slab podium:
"... I... I got nothing
to sell... errraeehh... (groan)
I got no photo album..
uuuuwwwwhhhheeeee......
.......
wah... "
:With his hands grasping the air in front of him, he tries to get out a word, apparently, but his throat spasms and his voice fails him. The faces for whom he tried look on in despair and empathy. Sultan turns and nearly collapses as he tries to leave the stage. Wiping his face with a big, white hankerchief, he mounts his war-like chariot, and immediately chases off the scene with reckless speed. All the peasants shout:
"Honest he is!!!
Honest he is!!! "

 

[RadRacer]

:Shortly after, RadRacer passes by and notices what had happened. He jumps up on stage in the middle of the riotous crowds, starts dancing ridiculously, gets their attention, and with his great stage personality, speaks:

"How about I start you off by reciting one of my own?

"..... ehm.... wait, I have to make it up, first.

"I like to myself up
I like it tough
, bruises, -breaking, nail-biting rough
I wanna be a cat
- no! Screw that!
You like that I heard sh*t
That just depends on what's in my
Yeah yeah
* * * * *
* * * * *
Shake it up
babe!
Friends in my brain
I like to hit it off with them
Strange friends are flirting with your mind
Girls only show you their behind
oh*ya yeah*ya
The stars will fly me on the road to AfRiCa!
I feel so much better
* * * * * * *
C'mon feet, don't be mean
C'mon knees, don't be mean
ain't da first raid u eva seen
You know game
* * * * * *
C'mon don't give out on me
Cruise with me, c'mon run
all you members, you boys, you with radracer,
give you some of this:
your ,
*evolution make your mind go freak
Peace and love in the light community
Use it all or loose it

 

[RadRacer]

She came from a foreign country
She had a thirst for attitude
I caught her eye
damn right
and in thrity seconddds time
I did something bad,
I said I won't do it no more
she said fine
Well, what else can I do
I'll say, I'll see what I can do
I took her to the circus
I don't know why, but It had to start somewhere
Get out of that
she said you're so , already
I said, but I don't see anyone else with a
sure
i just smiled and her
Still you never be afraid to
Watching roaches climb the wall

 

[RadRacer]

You'll never do whatever
You'll never try to come have a decent conversation
only to find out that you
have to run and hide
and , no, you're vErTiGo, and can't do that
get smacked and flyyyyyyyyyyyy
sing along with the threads,
of what common people say and and moan
and and laughter and over
that shit will tear your insides oyut
everybody hates the tourist, especially
the ones that sing they've got something to bring to the table
that ain't been there before
We're too flattered by the shards
cut your hair and get a job
still you never get it right
cause when you watch roaches climb the wall
call your , cause he can fix it all
but you'll just never
cause to feel better, you gotta dance and sing and
cause there is nothing better in blue.

 

[ZeroDude]

Best use of smilies ever

 

[Sicy]

Best use of smilies ever

I was just thinking that


Comical.

 

[RadRacer]

:A nervous peasant hurries out to the guests as they are lounging in the cake-decorated couches and candy-cane chairs. Stutters:
"I-I'm sorry! The Sul-Sultan can't be joining you, today, Lady Sicy, Sir ZeroDude. He... he has lost his poetry! He is going without food and water, and praying at the shrine of the goddess of poetry. I'm terribly sorry! Please, take as much sweets as you like... The doors to the palace are always open, so feel free to come. When the Sultan is ready, he will re-appear, and make us all glad with his golden voice and tongue and words of wisdom--"

:Before the peasant can end the sentence, a commanding voice booms from behind one of the large wooden doors:
"USE THE MACHINE COR-RECT-LY!! I CAN'T FEEL ANYTHING!!"

:followed by <crack!> <crack!>. Whip cream is grabbed by the peasant, shoved into bags and handed to the guests. Stutters:
"F-for your kids. Chop-chop! Close shop."

 

[Sicy]

Lady Sicy.. I like that

Can I dance Salsa in the palace? Then maybe the Sultan will return.

 

[ZeroDude]

I'm a sir, how distinguished I do feel

 

[Sicy]

I guess the Sultan is taking a night off

 

[RadRacer]

:RadRacer stumbles in. Collapses into a couch, face first, not aware others are in the room. Falls asleep, mumbling unconciously:
"...wife tells me I shouldn't do that...everyday... ...makes me no money... ...sinning against myself... ... ...gotta pay child support..."

:wooden door opens. Sultan trudges across the floor; tired, sweaty, fat. Wearily digs in box of DVDs. Fumbling, seizes one. Box reads: "Hello Kitty, essential X". Hint of smile. Trudges back. Without looking, throws out:
"Yes yes. Feel yourselves at home. Salsa is down there."
oor falls shut behind him:

 

[Sad_Girl]

Dude you really are freakin crazy. An I kinda like that

 

[Sad_Girl]

And just to be clear, I was complimenting you. Don't want any misunderstandings.

 

[RadRacer]

:Across from Sad Girl, Sultan on royal-looking armchair. Absent gaze. Rubs nose; snorts:
"Sultan no-no freakin crazy --- is normal man! Normal like every man!!"

:RadRacer rises from same couch he fell into last night. Rubs face; re-adjusts hair; yawns:
"Got some good mornin' booze, *your majesty* (in a mocking tone)? ... Don'-don't look so offended! She's paying you a compliment. She says your poetry ain't worth squat, but you got style! Ha ha ha "

"...Poetry?!? I thought she was-a talkin' about salsa!! Is-a too fat! An' shorrt! Breaks-a down doors an' never get into hall! Salsa is hot - me never feel anything - fat coat! Hehehe (he laughs in a hearty and amused manner)"

:Sultan gets up, with decadent magazine of sweets and disappears behind wooden door: