Gen, as a moderator...

dude, you gotta listen to what the other people do too, and it's not very easy for us when your an all-powerful chap who can do whatever he wants. You gotta play by some of the rules too, okay?



"Look, man!" Rocky flung himself across a meadow. "It's a car!" He lanched himself into the sleek black and red thing and revved the motor. He scruffed up his hair and cracked his voice. "Hey man...do i look like Zeke?"

No one knew what he was talking about, so the few dudes who had been able to keep up sat in the car and didn't answer. It had only four seats, and they were all fighting over who got to twiddle the radio knob.
"Moderator's right," Ducky said, and swatted their paws away. Slay opened his mouth to argue that he had a bartender's right, but Batty cut in. "POWER ABUSE!" he bellowed noisily, and Rocky slammed the groovy sports car into 5th and they zoomed off in search of a place to hang out and look cool. Lithie scratched his nose and Bart's jacket zipper started zipping rapidly up and down. Rocky and Batty started a conversation about holy mufflers over Ducky, who was wedged in the front seat flipping through the stations.
"Why am I always the only girl on these expeditions?" she grouched, not comprehending at all how scarves could be sacred. Bon Jovi's My Life came on 92.9 and she started screeching along as they bounced through a bog.

Gen Ex started drop kicking the Tavern, but stopped when the lamp outside the door flew off. He glanced around guiltily and attempted to glue it back on with a gluestick.



....Hm.

Sorry. ^_^