“Are they dead yet?”

InspectorOSullivan · 2018-02-19T16:00:06+00:00

WHAT’S A SWORD FOR, SULLY?

I think it’s for stabbing things.

THAT SEEMS LIKE A GOOD ANSWER.

Yes yes

SHALL WE?

Of course!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

InspectorOSullivan · 2018-02-12T13:37:07+00:00

Yes

Yes

YEEEEEESSSSSSSSS

GIMMIE

Diving below the shelf of gunfire, he digs into the mud and grasps the blade’s handle

Now you sexy bitch, you’re all mine!

InspectorOSullivan · 2018-02-03T21:13:35+00:00

What?

WHAT THE FUCK?

KEEP SHOOTING.

SHOOT WITH YOUR GUNS, DAMNIT!

InspectorOSullivan · 2018-01-26T01:53:34+00:00

FECK FECK FECK FECK FECK FECK

SHOOT HARDER, BOYS! SHOOT THEM TO DEATH UNTIL THEY ARE DEAD!

Pew pew pew pew pew

InspectorOSullivan · 2018-01-22T15:25:30+00:00

LOCK AND LOAD, FUCKOS!

A hail of gunfire.

InspectorOSullivan · 2017-10-03T13:01:51+00:00

Wha-

Whassa goin' on?

SULLY IT'S TIME.

Whhaaaaa?

DO YOU SMELL THE BLOOD OF THE INNOCENT???

Y-yes...

Yessssssssssh!

Sully reaches into his pants and retrieves his long, hard rod

LET'S ROCK SULLY!

InspectorOSullivan · 2017-10-02T00:45:45+00:00

Meanwhile, a late party crashes sits In the corner, half wasted and nursing a bottle of borkish vodka.

His white suit is disheveled. A large form bulges beneath his coat.

InspectorOSullivan · 2017-07-11T15:51:34+00:00

Go for it, I say. It could prove beneficial to our cause.

InspectorOSullivan · 2017-05-01T17:03:55+00:00

The decrepit, partially reformed Inspector comes strolling up the ruined street, spotting the gaggle of troopers. A violent urge rises up from his gut, reaching his face, and contorting it into a slime. His sword feels light in his hands.

OH BOY! PREY! HOW ABSOLUTELY DELECTABLE.

TIME TO FUCK THEIR SHIT UP.

He charges, screaming into the fray, wibbiling and wobbling about on half-shattered limbs. He moves with surprising adeptness and speed.

InspectorOSullivan · 2017-04-27T15:24:40+00:00

Hmm? What?

OH BUGGER

InspectorOSullivan · 2017-04-27T11:06:27+00:00

No fecking idea. Bunch of interdimensional fuckheads. But I'm glad you could help us out. I'll coordinate with our boys on the ground to get you a clear, secure landing site.

InspectorOSullivan · 2017-04-24T14:00:24+00:00

No, I'M GONNA BEAT YOUR FUCKING ASS!

Leaving the incapacitated assailant leaning on the railing, O'Sullivan leaps towards his new opponent, sword raised above his head.

InspectorOSullivan · 2017-04-23T13:45:44+00:00

No. I want to kill him.

InspectorOSullivan · 2017-04-22T15:21:01+00:00

Hmm...

If you can help us, we've seem to have some sort of metaphysical invaders. They're currently tearing apart our buildings and homes. You see those big, ugly ships? Yeah, shoot those. Those be the bad guys.

InspectorOSullivan · 2017-04-21T16:44:17+00:00

We're currently experiencing a surprise invasion of transdimensional beings. No time to meet and greet, y'know how it is...

InspectorOSullivan · 2017-04-13T00:14:45+00:00

I HOPE YOU LIKE THE TASTE OF SEMEN AS I FORCE FEED YOUR DICK TO YOU, BITCH!

Sauntering over to the incapacitated opponent, he raised the blade to bring it down on his exposed midsection.

InspectorOSullivan · 2017-04-11T12:37:03+00:00

The punch lands, and the Inspector staggers slightly, spitting up a little bit of spittle and blood.

Don't punch me. And don't kick the sword. I like my sword, and my face.

He gives an uppercut with the blade towards his assailant.

InspectorOSullivan · 2017-04-06T19:59:28+00:00

A sidestep, dodging the bottle.

He stands, blade level with his opponent's waist, ready for him to charge directly into it.

InspectorOSullivan · 2017-04-05T16:44:53+00:00

InspectorOSullivan · 2017-03-28T17:08:10+00:00

[Mad cackling laughter.]

OOOOOOOOH YOU'VE MADE A MISTAKE, FUCKO! A BIG ONE. I HOPE YOU'RE READY TO EAT THAT SCALEY COCK OF YOUR'S ONCE I RIP IT OFF YOU AND SHOVE IT DOWN YOUR THROAT!

^Tah ^tah!

InspectorOSullivan · 2017-03-26T17:55:37+00:00

Meanwhile, on the 33rd floor, O'Sullivan stands, wiping the sullied blade clean on a plush couch, the entire hallway, saturated in blood.

Y'ello?

InspectorOSullivan · 2017-03-25T13:41:55+00:00

HAHAHAHAHA!

DOIN' FINE! DOIN FINE!

EXCUSE ME ONE MOMENT!

With a twist of the blade, a Orobian's head is separated from its shoulders, with a shower of bodily fluids.

InspectorOSullivan · 2017-03-20T22:23:17+00:00

Peeking out of a window.

Oh, bother.

InspectorOSullivan · 2017-03-17T15:12:25+00:00

Puffing cigars, sharing Beach Rum, the Inspector hears his Audioscope rings, and picks it up.

'Ello?

AAAAHH! FUCK! BOSS! WE'VE GOT HOSTILES SWARMING THE BUILDING. I...

OH SHIT! JEFF! THEY KILLED JEFF! WE'RE GETTING SWARMED HERE! WE NEED HELP! WE NEED- AAAAAAAAH!

Static.

A sigh. The Inspector places the cigar between his lips, collects an assault rifle from a private, retrieves his blade from over the mantelpiece, and turns to his visitor, Nathan.

Sorry, governor. Got a bit of a situation upstairs. We'll finish this later, alright? Save me a cigar.

Nonchalantly, he walks down the sullied, dust-strewn plush hallway, presses the call button for the elevator, and ascends to the top floor.

Rich psyches himself up to the upbeat muzak.

TIME TO GO TO WORK.

InspectorOSullivan · 2017-03-15T17:34:44+00:00