he can do whatever the hell he wants, as long as he's not in breach of contract with his team or the nfl. i think standing for the nat'l anthem isn't a requirement in either of those things (not yet, anyways). now, if him pulling a sit-in on the most holy of holies in patriotism causes him to lose respect and endorsements, that's just the way the shit hits. either way, it makes no difference to me. i'm just a dumbass bears fan, after all.
“Excuse me, I don’t believe you’re allowed to be in here,” began a dark haired man in a business suit and glasses. Behind him stood a row of black-masked men, many of whom were brandishing medieval weaponry. “I ask that you please cooperate with my associates as they escort you from the premises.”
“What, you mean you’re going to toss us out into the fire?” asked Wolverine.
“If you cooperate,” replied the man. Behind him, a black-hooded man pounded a spiked truncheon against his leather gloved palm. Wolverines claws slowly extended as the man watched. “Very well,” he said, loosening his tie and removing his cufflinks. “We’ll do this the difficult way.”
“Wait! Chill! Everybody chill ok?” I shouted as I jumped between the two. “It’s all good,” I continued. “We’ve got backstage passes.” I said as I materialized them from the air and handed them to the man. He looked them over meticulously; examining the microprint security numbers, light-reactant dye, and a myriad of other anti-forgery features. Finally satisfied with their authenticity, he handed them back to us and ordered the men behind him to stand down.
“I apologize for the confusion, Mr. Sponges,” said the man. “But I’m sure you understand my caution, given the current situation.” A few feet away, several more Sponges and X-Men teleported in. He looked to them before turning back towards me with a confused expression on his face.
“It’s cool,” I said, producing more backstage passes from the ether.
“What the fvck happened out there Ofdensen?” growled Nathan as he stomped angrily off the stage.
“Yeah, I thoughts everythings was goings goods,” said Skwisgaar in his deeply accented vernacular. “I means yah, Toki was a little slows on the pickups but ah…”
“You was the slow one Skwisgaar,” Toki replied quietly with a frown.
“I know what’s going on here,” butted in Murderface angrily. “You cut us off right before I could start my solo! I guess playing the bass with a stream of piss is just too brutal for some people. Or maybe I should just kill myself, would that make you happy?”
“Dude come on, nobody needs to kill themselves, Jesus,” replied Pickles. “I mean we still got paid, right?”
“Yes we did,” replied Ofdensen.
“Well all right then, we did our jobs,” continued Pickles as he opened a bottle of beer “Now it’s time to relax, all right?” As he spoke, he made his way towards X-23, Psyloche, and a tall, thin, blonde woman dressed in black who had just teleported in. “So what do you ladies have planned for the rest of the night?”
“Eating p***y,” said my deep-voiced female doppelganger (@Master-Debater131 's request) as she put her arms around the other two girls. “And I’m not going to share.” Pickles put his hands up and backed away slowly as an alarm blared out above us.
“Oh what now?” complained Cyclops as a man in a black hood ran up to speak privately with Ofdensen.
“I’ve just been informed that the hull of the Incendiary Bandshell has sustained catastrophic heat damage,” he said as he tightened his tie and began walking towards the main control console for the massive steel sphere.
“Whats do yous means, it’s takens heats damage,” asked Skwisgaar incredulously. “We hads its builts specifically to be ons fires.”
“Yes, well when it was designed they had not anticipated that it would be exposed to flames of such magnitude,” replied Ofdensen as he brought up the information on the console. “These flames are in fact several hundred times hotter than the fires the hull was designed for."
"I don't gets it," said Toki. "How can fires be hotter than fires? That be like making a black blacker than black."
"Oh man, they actually did that," replied Nathan. "I saw it online a few weeks back. It's so black it's like it's not even there."
"Wow, maybes we should gets some of thats and paints over Tokis guitar," began Skwisgaar. "So we wouldn't haves to sees his awfuls playing."
“So… wait, what the fvck were you saying about the heat damage again?” Pickles interjected as he finished the beer, chucking the bottle. The green glass shattered against the steel wall of the interior of the dome.
“Well,” began Ofdensen. “I’d say we have about ten to fifteen minutes before the fire causes a buckling in our hull, at which point we would be crushed within a rapidly collapsing ball of metallic fire.”
“Oh wow, that’s brutal,” said Nathan Explosion. “So, what should we do?”
“WHO WANTS TO DO SOME FVCKING C-C-C-C-C-COCAINE!” shouted a clown which suddenly burst onto the scene.
“Eh, may as well,” replied Rick as he pulled a bill from his pocket and began rolling it. “I mean if some assholes hadn’t smashed my portal gun I could have gotten us all to safety by now, but no; we all get crushed to death instead."
“C-Come on Rick, you can’t give up!” pleaded Morty as Rick bent down to snort a line cut by Dr. Rockso. “There has to be something you can do!”
“There is,” said Rick gruffly as he inhaled the white substance.
“Oh, holy shit, there is something I can do!” he shouted as he suddenly leapt up and ran to the console, shoving Ofdensen aside as he began typing furiously. “Man I-I didn’t realized concert technology was so advanced in this universe,” he said, eyes wide and frantic as they darted about the screen. “Yes! There it is!” he shouted as he left the console and ran to a section of the floor which he pulled up with almost superhuman strength. Tossing it aside, he leapt into the space beneath and began tossing up handfuls of wires and other electronic components. “All I have to do is reroute a bit of the energy from the fission battery core to overload through those phasic laser generators. If I run the intercept route correctly I should be able to maintain a quantum psionic field strong enough to transport us out of here.”
“All right, now who’s the one just making shit up?” I replied.
“Still just you,” replied Rick as he continued to work below deck. A shower of sparks flew before we were plunged into darkness; the hum of the amplifiers faded into silence, and the temperature began to rapidly rise as the air conditioning units shut down. After a moment the amber emergency lighting blinked to life, Illuminating Rick as he crawled from the hole and ran towards the control council. With a mad fury of jittery and erratic jerks he typed in commands; sweat dripping down his brow at the temperatures within the Incendiary Bandshell became almost unbearable. There was a loud groaning noise as the steel hull began to give away. “I got it!” he shouted finally as he hit the last button; the laser light displays above us rotating to face each other before a crackling burst of white energy erupted between them. The temperature of the room immediately skyrocketed as the ball of white plasma expanded to engulf the interior of the burning sphere.
Finally got my Gyarados and Tentacruel. I appraised them both and Tentcreul is a wonder and the Gyarados caught her attention but it's stats are beyond her calculations.
But what does it mean? Is it random bs or is she a kind of IV calculator program type of thing? Cuz it either means something or nothing