Name: Rog Species:Irken Appearance: Her skin is a green lighter then most Irkens. Rog is tough, yet skinny with the usual, feminine curly attenas. Her eyes are a sleek, shiny black with a matching, usual Irken uniform, and her black combat-boots. Personality: Rog is a street-smart gal that is also very hardy...if you don't count the nervous break-downs...And is usually solitary, but won't mind a bit if you have a conversation with her, and Rog might have a conversation with you too, but only for important reasons. Likes funky stuff. Planet: Irk Starship: It's black and looks like Zims old ship (though not as round). Inside the Starship is a place where you could actually live in, with a small, travel-sized refrigarator, auto-pilot, and up-to-date guiding system. There is also an '80s funky pink carpet that is so fluffy, that you could use it as a mattress and a pillow. The seats is violet, but the small refrigerator is a plain brown. Outside this Starship is the name of the ship painted in red, "The Crimson Wolf". SIR: SIR 1 Weapons: A small rifle she keeps in her boots. History: Rog's parents left her when she was three years old, and when she was ten, the orphanage sent her to work in a Starship-making factory. The pay was horrible for her (but not to the other workers), and most of her jobs were awful. Rog has seen people being cuaght into the missions, and killed in the most horrific way. The worst part of it all, besides the obvious: The workers blamed her!
One day, when Rog was twelve, the workers got sick of her, and decided to get rid of her. They ambushed Rog and tied her up, before throwing her onto the assembly line. Rog screamed as an robotic arm picked Rog up by the rope, and then next thing Rog knew-she was free!
The robotic arm went away, the rope in hand. Seeing this her chance to get away from all this brutality, Rog ran off, and found a newly made Starship, with its door wide open. With no one in-sight, Rog crept in, closed the door, and started the Starship. It took her awhile to get out of the building (and some Irkens who were in much pain becuase of the Starship), but Rog had made it! And now...she would fly off into Universe...Never to be seen again... Rog thought romanticly.
But, unfortunetly, the Starship needed fuel.
So, Rog landed on a barren-looking planet and camped for the night...which later on became a year...
Living off the land had done its toll on Rogs body and socialty. The constant days...waking alone, with no one but yourself to say "Good morning!" too...the constant nights, calling out to the horizon, "Heeey! Is anybody there!?" had made Rog depressed. But luckily, it only took a year for her to be found.
Two muscular Irkens walked over to the Starship. One a male, one a female. The femal blinked her lavender eyes and knocked on the door. "Hello?" She called out, wondering if the Starship was abanded.
The door flew open, nearly knocking into the female Irkens face. "I'M HERE!!" Rog cried, her eyes wide. Both of the Irkens flinched. "My Starship needs fuel!"
"...Your Starship?" The male Irken asked.
"Yes, mine!" Rog exclaimed.
The female and male Irkens exchanged glances. "Maybe you should come with us..." The female said.
"B-But what about my Starship!?"
"We'll send a crew over to get refuel." The male Irken said with a thoughtful nod.
"Mmph." Rog wearily hopped down. "Where am I, anyway?"
The female blinked. "Hobo 13."
"Hobo 13!?"
"Yes, Hobo 13..." He muttered, starting to get annoyed.
Rog recieved a good meal, a warm bath, and a good sleep. A week later Rog decided to train with the other troops here on Hobo 13 until she became sixteen. Then she flew away in her painted Starship, now black and with its name painted in red.
Rog returned to Irk and became an Invader, and one of the best. When she turned eight-teen, Rog was assigned to Earth.
And she became so enchanced with its beauty, Rog threw all that training away, and became a double-agent for Earth. Additional Information: Her human disguis is pale-skinned, long, black hair that usually stays down, a purple t-shirt with a white kitty face on the front, and with matching lavender jeans. Rog's disguise wears white tennis-shoes and has brown eyes. In disguise, Rogs pistol tranfers itself from her boots to a pocket in her pance that has to be buttoned up. Role-Playing Sample: Rog took a deep breath. She stood in a clearing, waiting for the human called Raeoki. But she didn't have to much longer. "Rog?" Said a skiddish voice.
Rog looked up. "Raeoki?"
Raeoki stepped into the wooded clearing. "Show me your disguise." Rog nodded, let a scrolled piece of paper in her hand fall to the ground, and pressed her stomach. Suddenly a pale girl in purple clothing appeared in Rogs place. "...Okay. You can take it off now." Rog pressed the white kitty-face on her purple shirt, and she was out of her disguise. "Toss the paper." Rog nodded again, picked up the paper and tossed it at Raeoki, three feet away from the Earthling. Raeoki grumbled and hurried over to pick it up. She walked backwards into her former spot. "Okay...Thank you..."
Rog gasped, pulled out her pistol from her boots and shot at the tree closest to Raeoki. Gasping, the Earthling girl looked up, and a second later a dead Irken fell from the tree, so did one of the biggest guns Raeoki had ever seen. She looked at Rog, eyes wide. Smiling, Rog stuck her pistol back into her boots. "You're welcome."
Hiding Smokers « Result #2 on Mar 14, 2009, 3:21am »
Two nuns were in back of the convent smoking cigarettes, when one said,"It's bad enough that we have to sneak out here to smoke, but it really is a problem getting rid of the cigarette butts so Mother Superior doesn't find them."
The second nun said, "I've found a marvelous invention called the condom, which really solves this problem. You just open the packet up, take out the condom, and put the cigarette butt in, roll it up, and dispose of it all later!"
The first nun was quite impressed and asked where she could find them.
"You get them at the drug store, sister, just go and ask the pharmacist for them." The next day the good sister went to the drug store and walked up to the counter. "Good morning, sister," said the pharmacist.
"What can I do for you today?"
"I'd like some condoms, please," said the nun. The pharmacist was a little taken aback, but recovered soon enough and asked,
"How many boxes would you like? There are twelve to a box."
"I'll take six boxes - that should last about a week," she replied.
The pharmacist was truly flabbergasted by this time, and was almost afraid to ask any more questions, but his professionalism prevailed and he asked in a clear voice, "Sister, what size condoms would you like - we have large, extra large, and big liar size."
The sister thought for a minute, and finally said, "I'm not certain, perhaps you could recommend a good size for a Camel."
Enlarging The Breast « Result #3 on Mar 14, 2009, 3:20am »
A husband, tired of his wife asking him how she looks, buys her a full length mirror. This does little to help, as now she just stands in front of the mirror, looking at herself, asking him how she looks. One day, fresh out of the shower, she is yet again in front of the mirror, now complaining that her breasts are too small.
The husband comes up with a suggestion. ¡°If you want your breasts to grow, then every day take a piece of toilet paper, and rub it between your breasts for a few seconds.¡±
Willing to try anything, the wife fetches a piece of toilet paper, and stands in front of the mirror, rubbing it between her breasts. ¡°How long will this take?¡± she asks.
¡°They¡¯ll grow larger over a period of years,¡± he replies.
The wife stops. ¡°Why do you think rubbing a piece of toilet paper between my breasts every day will make my breasts grow over the years?¡±
The husband shrugs. ¡°Why not, it worked for your ass, didn't it?¡±
Three young women are at a thingytail party. The conversation turns to their position in life and it's clear that they are trying to one-up each other.
The first one says, "My husband is taking me to the French Riviera for two weeks on vacation," and then looks at the others with a superior demeanor.
The second one says, "Well, my husband just bought me a new Mercedes," and looks about with considerable pride.
Number three says, "Well, to be perfectly honest with you, we don't have much money and we don't have any material possessions. However, one thing I can tell you about my husband is that thirteen canaries can stand shoulder to shoulder on his erect thingy."
After this, the first one looks shamefaced and says, "Girls, I've got a confession to make. I was just trying to impress you. You know that vacation I was telling you about? Well, it's not to the French Riviera, it's to my parents house for two weeks."
The second one says, "Your honesty has shamed me. It's not a Mercedes, he bought me a Plymouth."
"Well," the third one says, "I also have a confession to make, canary number thirteen has to stand on one leg!"
Some Marriages Insights « Result #5 on Mar 14, 2009, 3:20am »
My wife dresses to kill. She cooks the same way. -- Henny Youngman
My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met. -- Rodney Dangerfield
A good wife always forgives her husband when she's wrong. -- Milton Berle
I was married by a judge. I should have asked for a jury. -- George Burns
What's the difference between a boyfriend and a husband? About 30 pounds. -- Cindy Garner
I bought my wife a new car. She called and said, "There was water in the carburetor." I said, "Where's the car?" She said, "In the lake." -- Henny Youngman
Never go to bed mad. Stay up and fight. -- Phyllis Diller
The secret of a happy marriage remains a secret. -- Henny Youngman
People are always asking couples whose marriages have endured at least a quarter of a century for their secret for success. Actually, it is no secret at all. I am a forgiving woman. Long ago, I forgave my husband for not being Paul Newman. -- Erma Bombeck
After a quarrel, a wife said to her husband, "You know, I was a fool when I married you." The husband replied, "Yes, dear, but I was in love and didn't notice."
When a man steals your wife, there is no better revenge than to let him keep her.
I haven't spoken to my wife in 18 months - I don't like to interrupt her.
My girlfriend told me I should be more affectionate. So I got two girlfriends.
A man said his credit card was stolen but he decided not to report it because the thief was spending less than his wife did.
Women will never be equal to men until they can walk down the street with a bald head and a beer gut, and still think they are beautiful.
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