Money-b looks about leaning on his super cool lamp post

Hey look, I am here to announce THE Underground Organization taking the world by storm… Be afraid be very afraid, this after all serves as your warning. Shape up and start doing things proper like or we will be forced to do absolutely nothing.

Poor Indigenous Sloth Soldiers - Against Notorious Try-Hards

Will take over, well not much as that would take effort. All you have to do is put the following in on your jacket:

P I S S - A N T

Our modo/credo is simple > We will do absolutely nothing because we are too poor and too sloth like.

You find, whining and bitching is appropriate because well that takes no effort. Leaders be ware, PISS-ANT members might even pester for promotions, without having the time or points.

Side Bar : Cato or Miss_Niki yeah, go ahead and promote me to Don if you would.

And before you say “if its underground why mention it in the streets and tell us all blah blah blah” Well it takes too much effort to stay hidden in the shadows and frankly that goes against our Credo.

Money-b looks around before yawning

Alright, I am off to take a nap in the HQ doorway now.

*proud to lead the rodent chapter of PISS ANT*

sloth>effort.

Bender was mugging an old lady of her handbag across the street when he noticed some piss ant ranting about his new above ground underground movement.

The idea of doing nothing intrigued Bender, greatly. He heard about all we had to do was put something in our jacket, Bender immediately lost interest as that was way more effort than he was hoping to put into supporting this group.

He casually announced across the street: "When your underground movement needs someone to drink your booze and watch talking pics from the comfort of lying on the couch, gimme a call.. then send someone to pick up the phone and hold it to my ear."

Bender then ends the struggle with the old biddy, clubs her over the head with her own hand bag and runs off laughing evilly.

Money B looks on

Foamy my friend, having a rodent chapter would take work. How about we just let them in to the regular chapter instead... Less effort that way. 

Bender - your right it takes effort, but you just said a whole lot and well you had me at Bender was, everything after that was way to much to listen too... 

*Foamy goes to take a nap*

Bender almost managed to consider what was said but gave up half way through, getting distracted by a couple of passing floozies.

"Heeey ladies.." He said as he put his arms around them "You know I just happened to have been given a very stylish handbag which both of you can try to take from me, if you want." Bender laughs playfully with them.

He unwittingly passed back by Money-B who was still half arsedly attempting to recruit the passers by into his underground organisation. The floozies Bender had his arms around suddenly became very giggly and excited, stating that there was nothing cooler than a man in a sekrit underground society

"Jafihskarav.. I'm in an underground society! I just didn't say anything cos it's so underground no one else but me knows it exists. I'm also part of this one, as it happens, ladies!"

Bender quickly rummages through the stolen handbag for anything he could write on and with. He pulled out an empty chocolate wrapper and a lipstick. He quickly opened the wrapper and scribbled "P I S S - A N T" in it and slipped it inside his coat, then he turned to the floozies who's attention he had managed to reclaim.

"See!" He said as he opened his jacket to the side to reveal the shabbily scrawled markings.

The floozies quickly put themselves by Bender's sides and wrapped their arms around him. "Oh wow, you're so cool!"

"Shut up baby, I know it!" Bender continued to pimp walk with them down the street.

Rae had heard about the new organization taking the world in by laziness and was intrigued. She sent her monkey butler to fetch her her stationary and penned a short note, "Count me in, unless counting is too much work. - R" which she then handed the paper unfolded to the monkey wearing a tiny suit and pointed at the door, "Go, deliver my message. Send my regards." she told him before closing her eyes to resume her daily nap. 

So, am I to understand that there is a lot of nap taking in this organization?  And I don't have to do much else?  

I think I just might be able to get behind this organization. 

I mean, there's no paperwork right?  I wouldn't have to fill anything out, would I?  That would really take too much work.  I suppose if the interview process involved napping and bitching, I could do it.  Otherwise, there might be too much work.  

I'll get back to you.

I have to sleep on it.

Underground grounds come and go, most have little effect and a month after they are in the ground, no one even bothers to remember their name. My questions though, is this, why would you come to the streets and announce an 'underground ground' when all it does is pain a target on your back? Duplicity is dead, and Visas with her, while many of the uppers who reigned during their time are still in power, isn't coming out and making a statement about the existence of a 'underground' group counterproductive to its very existence?

*shrugs* Its your funeral.. but a nickles worth of free advice, next time you want to be covert about something, try mobmails

Yawns and falls asleep.

This may possibly be the scariest underground group yet! I'll have to keep my eye on the situation, after I wake up from my nap!!

How is this guy still alive? Jeez. 

Bender had been keeping tabs on his new underground group.. (well he hadn't but he had been doing nothing, near them and his eyeballs and ears couldn't be turned off)

He over heard a whiny sounding kids, bitching and crying about something or another that was rattling around in their own brain. Completely oblivious to their surroundings they demanded in an unbelieve display of "I wasn't listening so he's my opinion on what you said" by asking

"My questions though, is this, why would you come to the streets and announce an 'underground ground' when all it does is pain a target on your back?"

Bender gave serious consideration to simply quoting the original speech given by the founder of this movement, as he was smart enough to anticipate this way of thinking. However Bender felt that would have been a waste of time since they didn't listen the first time they were told, they'd not listen a second time and thus the proper response was clear

"People can announce an underground group, above ground, because people clearly aren't paying attention. They don't wait for people to finish speaking before they respond and because it's cool."

With that, Bender casually announces, loudly, he was going to rob Kalista, knowing they weren't ever going to hear it with their lack of attention span, he strutted over, made NO effort to conceal his hand in their pocket, took out their wallet, removed their money, counted it infront of them, called them a chump for being so poor, and threw their wallet over his shoulder before walking off doo dooby do dooing to himself.

Looks at the small crowd of napping on lookers as he switching shoulders on his lamp post

Kalista I see you are not PISS-ANT material – clearly you have put way to much THOUGHT and COMPREHENSION into what you have read. Or perhaps it’s a ploy, maybe you didn’t read it at all and simply spoke… The ladder would make you prime PISS-ANT material. Although I must say, often when I hear people say “The sky is purple” I am all like “DURP its blue” I remember this one time, someone with no legs told me they put their pants on both legs at the same time. I was like, Nuh Ah you do it one leg at a time just like me…

One more thing

Stops abruptly and begins shaking

Aaargggh Head Ache

Grabs head and slides down pole to nap

Sorry, that was too much effort I need my rest now

Bender didn't even bother to stop jiving and boogying along the stretch of the street where he'd been eyeballing the floozies and the snatchable purses.

Whilst wiggling his posterior Bender cupped his hands around his mouth "All I hear is someone STILL not paying any attention to what is being said, despite that fact being brought to their attention already..." He continued to boo dap be doo to himself, enjoying the warming embrace of the sunshine.

He was getting hungry from his non-stop partying and wanted a hotdog, but he wasn't sure if he'd be needed to repeat himself some more for people who didn't even have the attention span a goldfish did. Alas, the need for food was too great for Bender and he left, feeling confident anyone who needed to hear something for a third time to get it into their heads wasn't really going places, anyway and would have been a waste of his time.

Hear what sound?

Oh, Kalista.  Really?  I hope, hope, hope you are being funny.  Or at least trying.  Otherwise, I have to tell you - you are seriously being far too literal.  You need to take a step back, relax, and think about this for just a bit.  

Money-B is having some fun.  Do you really think he'd be in any family if he was as worthless as he claims to be?  Come on now.  

Now...have some fun with it, play along, and enjoy yourself.  

Bender pauses mid-step, to WadeWilson's question. He span on his heel to find that the person he thought he was talking to wasn't actually there.

Was he losing his mind? Was the person he THOUGHT he was talking to magical, or a ninja, or REALLY good at sucking in their gut and hiding behind lamp posts?

Bender put it down to the fact that he was so hungry the lack of nutrients was clearly to blame for his delusional episode. He paced away with gusto to grab some food.

Looks up stretching as something has interupted his nap 

I wanted to be the first to come and and take credit for and claim the events of last night. I know this will upset many and raise the Ire of certain people. But It had to be done rumors were ruminating and PISS-ANT was starting to feel Hoodwinked and Bamboozled so we had to take action.

In the wake of all the bloodshed and turmoil, we PISS-ANT slept through it all. I was appalled when I heard rumors that someone in my grand organization raised a finger much less added the additional weight of a gun. We were napping, occasionally swatting a fly, no one knows why she swallowed a fly perhaps she'll die. Oh wow I must be tired from all the chaos and turmoil. 

fluffs his petty coat jacket pillow and rolls back over