Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-25266931-20161117062740/@comment-25266931-20161117164036

@ everyone: Are yall gonna make jokes or just critique? The joke suppose to be more about how much they over think killing and eating people ("killing is all that matters" "preverse form of self preservation", WoR: Grimm). Not about how creepy it can be. It's suppose to be absurd. Like a garbage man considering other garbage men hipsters for recycling.

Back to the jokes:

Ironwood: Winter, what's our status?

Winter: Target is moving into position. You should be seeing it now, sir.

Ironwood: Very well.

Winter: ETA 7 seconds.

Ironwood: We stop stop them here.

An ice cream truck rounds a corner. It begins to slow down near Ironwood. He walks up to it confidently. Suddenly dozens of little kids run up from their homes. They zip pass Ironwood trying to be first in line.

Ironwood: I'm receiving interference! Taking evasive action!

Winter: There's too many sir! You'll never make it. Mission abort!

Ironwood: Nonsense! I was born for this.

Ironwood weaves around the kids one by one making his way to the front of the line. With zen-like aikido level of bobbing and weaving and graceful spins to avoid stinky fingers and runny noses. He makes it to the front of the line.

Kids: NO FAIR, MISTER!

Ironwood: (holds up his cyborg hand) Talk to the hand.

Ice Cream Dude: What'chu want?

Ironwood: Lemon. The biggest you have.

Ice Cream Dude: Yes sir!

Ironwood pays the man, and walks away confident pass the kids. Eating his popsickle.

Ironwood: Ah! The taste of victory.

Winter: Sir, you're aware I can make just about anything out of ice, right?

Ironwood: But can you add lemon and sugar in JUSSST the right quantities?

Winter: No...

Ironwood: Then I suggest you focus on our next target.

Winter: Yes sir. I've already located a coffee shoppe two streets west. But my sources tell me Ozpin has designs on it.

Ironwood: Not this day.