[h2]George Melons - Nox[/h2]

George Melons attempted to size up his opponent, a very difficult feat considering his complete lack of lucidity at the moment. His brains might as well have been made of gazpacho, for all his critical thinking was capable of. "Kuh-sheet? No no, you're definitely a Tajaran. Gross space furries? Like to get it on in the dorms when they think nobody's watching? Always refer to themselves in the third person like dumbass space Arabs?" he chuckled. Clearly, this 'kuh-sheet' was in some kind of character. George Melons [i]hated[/i] role-play.

"And, in regards to combat prowess... DISARMING STRIKE!" and with the hyperzine-assisted speed of several blue hedgehogs, brought his foot up to embed itself deep in the loins of his cat-like opponent. he could hear an interesting squishing noise as his shoes entered an area previously undiscovered. "HAHA! I AM THE MOST ROBUST!"