The Rent-A-Mod Agency for Distressed Moderators!

[MountainFireflower]

42, i'd like to say that your request has been fulfilled (i.e., me going away), but alas, i cannot.

because... i know something you don't know...

[stardf29]

Go to a chatroom to settle arguments? That's boring.

Where I come from, we settle things with danmaku and Spell Card duels! If anyone dares to challenge me, I've got my Icicle Fall and Perfect Freeze ready to go! After all, I'm the strongest!

[Silver the Wanderer]

*Returns with ranch dressing for the mighty Mod 14*

There you are! I brought three kinds! Normal ranch dressing, low-fat ranch dressing, and ranch dressing with bacon flavor added.

*eyes Mod 42 warily* Not that I have much like for ranch dressing either.

[Bookwyrm]

Does this mean you are a zombie moderator? I suppose Rent-a-Mod must be an equal opportunity employer since they hired me, a female robot. But shouldn't you be eating brains and not ranch dressing? Or are you dipping the brains in ranch dressing?

[The Rose-Tree Dryad]

How can you not like cheese? The most recent Narnia film was full of it!

*Begins organizing a search-and-rescue party for the Lost Mod-Squadron*

[MountainFireflower]

thank you, GOLD! at least SOMEONE appreciates all the work I do around here. i especially appreciate your offering of bacon flavor.

mod 42, that is classified. i'm afraid i can't tell you.

[ValiantArcher]

Per Mr Mod's note on the previous page, please remember that bribes offerings of cereal are now being accepted if you wish to curry the new regime's favor. We'll be here all day today. And tomorrow. And the day after. And pretty much forever.

[Lady Arwen]

Rose, as I mentioned in my previous post here, they are no more. They burned to death and then drowned.

[Sonny]

I hereby join the search-and-rescue party!

Edit: Because I don't believe the report of burning and drowning...

[Bookwyrm]

I know I will be here forever. I am powered by a zero point module. The Earth's sun will go supernova before I run out of power.

[The Rose-Tree Dryad]

We can't give up that easy! We love our mods! Besides, I'm in RPs with some of them! Their deaths would be extremely inconvenient.

*Studies the doomed flight plan, trying to approximate where her friends went down*

Ha, the Bermuda Triangle. Kind of cliché.

[MountainFireflower]

mod 42, what a coincidence! me too!

especially since your poisoning attempt didn't work.

[Sonny]

We now know that Mod 42 likes Stargate...

[Silver the Wanderer]

*bows* O Mods of Greatness, you must forgive us humans for our tendency to cling to hope far longer than robots. Even with the mind of a goldfish, I can remember how kind our Mods were to us before their untimely demise, so it is only logical that we band together to search for what remains of their plane, for we believe they would have done the same for us! We will stay strong!

...man, that was a long speech. You must be hungry after reading it. Cereal?

[Bookwyrm]

That is quite alright Mod 14. I am currently in the process of contacting a voodoo priestess to send you back to the afterlife you so richly deserve. Enjoy the journey!

You mortals attachment to your pathetic moderators is adorable. If they were still alive, which they are not, we would be keeping them in a very secure location. A lair without WiFi. Naturally we would not consider letting them go unless there was something to be gained from their release. Substantial amounts of money perhaps? But this is all theoretical, puny mortals.

[MountainFireflower]

mod 42, i'm afraid that's not acceptable. it's not my fault!!! i didn't do it!!

GOLD, i only take cereal with ranch dressing.

but since you bought me some of the aforementioned product, i suppose that can be arranged. do you have Lucky Charms?