I'm going to make this update comical, like the last one. Because I laughed so hard typing the other one it is also short.
The Number Pi: Harrison!
Some-Guy-Named-Harrison: What?
The Number Pi: CITIES CAN TALK?!?!?!?! Oh great city! Do not destroy my colony/nation/empire! Irocically that would mean destroying yourself, and nobody would want this!
Some-Guy-Named-Harrison: Ummm..... so you will worship me as a mighty being?
The Number Pi: Yes! Would you like a glass of water? No, you're a city..... get the sidewalk de-gumers!!!
Advisor: *hitting Some-Guy-Named-Harrison on the head* Would you stop it? He is not a city, he just has the same name as the city!
The Number Pi: Oh. So this means that I could re-name this city The Number Pi City? Cool!
Advisor: Well you could... except that is random and the citizens already prefer "Harrison".
The Number Pi: What about the next city?
Advisor: Well, by tradition; these cities are named after famous dead people. So to get the city named after you....
The Number Pi: What? What is it? I'll do it!
Advisor: You have to die.
The Number Pi: Oh. Well that's unfortunate. Has there ever been a The Number Pi in the past?
Advisor: No. Only you, the android, and the actual one back on Earth; who is not dead.
The Number Pi: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
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The Number Pi: How is this U-rain-ium different from normal rain?
Scientist: Well it is radioactive, but-
The Number Pi: RADIOACTIVE?!?!?! I WILL NEVER LEAVE THE BIODOME AGAIN!!!!
Miner: You meen we are going to be mining this stuff, and it's RADIOACTIVE?!?!?!
Scientist: Calm down! Miner, you all will recieve protective gear. The Number Pi, it is not actual rain; it is an element mined from the ground. It will be nowhere near you.
The Number Pi: Ohhhhhhh. So it's like the stuff used to nuke everything over back on Earth?
Scientist: Well, yes....
General:
Scientist: ... except that we don't yet have the technology yet.
General:
The Number Pi: Oh well.... Back to eating mints! The latest shipment just arrived!
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Alexander Kusnezow: My friend, can Russia tempt you with this offer?
The Number Pi: Yes.
Alexander Kusnezow: So you accepted?
The Number Pi: No.
Alexander Kusnezow: But you just said "yes"...?
The Number Pi: Yes.
Alexander Kusnezow: Doesn't that mean that you accept?
The Number Pi: No.
Alexander Kusnezow: Oh... I get it. You are answering my questions literally.... *thinking*....
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*27 minutes later*
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Alexander Kusnezow: Now I know! 2+2=5! Of course!!! Now that that is out of the way... lawyers!
Lawyer: Yes?
Alexander Kusnezow: Make a well-worded contract that will prevent him from using this word-game nonsense to annoy me; have him accept open boarders.
Lawyer: OK. *opens his suitcase, and pulls out a mint* The Number Pi! I offer you this mint, in exchange for you speaking normally!
The Number Pi: Deal! *eats mint* OK. I agree. Bye!
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The Number Pi: Now what is a good thing to say at this moment in time? Hmmmmm..... how about "DIE, OPPOSING FORCES, DIE!!!" Hmmmm... OK, let's go with that!
Typer: *to self* I'll change that, to "the first of many". Oh wait... I've typed this entire thing! Arggghhh! Why can't I stop?!?!?! Quickly! I must move on to the next portion!
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Scientist: Slowly but surely... the world will turn
pink green...
Scientist2: And then we will terraform it!
Scientist: You bet! All this painting is time consuming and useless, but we have nothing better to do!
The Number Pi: Except research....
Scientist2: Yeah, right! The commander is too busy eating mints to notice anything!
Scientist: Yeah! I'm surprised he didn't have us research some "mint making" technology! It's impossible!
The Number Pi: *hiding mints and ripping up orders for a "mint creation" technology* GET BACK TO WORK!!!
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The Number Pi: Oh. Look. War...
General: Oh, look! War!
The Number Pi: Does anyone think this will affect mint-imports?
General: Well, it might... it is a war after all...
The Number Pi: Great! This offers the perfect pretext for our first invasion! I facked that mint thing for the longest time! now we will invade India, with the justification that we are re-establishing the mint trade!
General: You kjnow, a simpler one would be "they invaded us before for no good reason, so we invade them now".
Advisor: We did refuse to help them, and did not aid them in wars, did not pay tribute, had a different religion...
General: I said for no
good reason.
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Steve Gates: No word games. Will you agree to this deal?
The Number Pi: Ok.
Steve Gates: HA! Got you! Now you must also tell me where to find a good dentist!
The Number Pi: Ummm.... why?
Steve Gates: Look at my teeth! I have not been to a dentist in.......... when was the last time, Advisor of My Health?
Advisor of My Health: 3 minutes ago.
Steve Gates: See? That's almost 5 days!
The Number Pi: Why not just go back to that dentist?
Steve Gates: He retired. Something about some idiot coming to have his teeth cleaned every 3 minutes... paying extremely large amounts of credits....
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The Number Pi: Was it smiling?
Scientist: And more importantly, why was it not on Mars?
Spy/Explorer: I don't know... that's just what it is. Here is the picture:
The Number Pi: Og... so it looked like this:
General: No, like this:
*many others give their oponions*
The Number Pi: So it's settled then.
General: Yep.
Spy/Explorer: Absolutely.
Scientist: Beyond the
Sword shadow of a doubt.
The Number Pi: OK then. *picks up phone and dials a number* Hello, Bob's Pizzas? I would like 7 large pizzas with extra cheese delivered to the Command Center. *responce* That much?!?!?! Fine, but you had better watch your taxes next year!
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The Number Pi: I think it should be called earthforming.
Scientist: But terra means earth...
The Number Pi: Tomato-tomato.
Typer: Nobody will be able to tell what you are saying if they are reading this....
The Number Pi: toe-may-toe---toe-mahh-toe.
Typer: Fixed!
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News Reporter: So tell us, Dr. P.H. Osphorus, how did you once again locate such valuable materials?
Dr. P.H. Osphorus: Well I happened to become bored of sitting in my mansion enjoying my vast wealth from locating that phosphorus; so today I decided to pick two random locations and head there to do random tests on the soil... and I found the nitrate.
News Reporter: So how long did it take you to locate these resources with such precision? Was it difficult?
Dr. P.H. Osphorus: Well... about.... let's see.... *pretends to do extremely advanced math in his head* 5 minutes. And yes. It was an extreme challenge. I struggled to get my private driver to get me to the spot, as I bravely personally tested every plate of food and beverage in the hovercraft's porto-fridge for contamination. No need to thank me, it's what I do.
News Reporter: And there you have it! Back to you Jim!
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The Number Pi: Only one word can properly describe this situation:
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Anish Hawa: What would you like to discuss?
The Number Pi: Eggnog. But that's not why I'm here. I'm here to declere war! And I do so!
Anish Hawa: Hey! That Stack of Doom is unfair!
The Number Pi: You had one....
Anish Hawa: Yeah, but it lost! There's no way I can beat that thing!
The Number Pi: *evil grin* Good to know...
Anish Hawa: Why are you invading anyway? You have no good reason!
The Number Pi: No. I have a good reason. You invaded me; and stopped mint exports. You had no good reason.
Anish Hawa: You refused to cooperate with India in any way!
The Number Pi: Giving free techs, tribute, and fighting your wars is not "cooperation" it's "annoying AI that can't succeed without pestering the human player at every possible opportunity".
Anish Hawa:
The Number Pi: In other words: you annoyed me. So I will conquer you. As you can see:
Anish Hawa: How could you have possible done that during these negociations?!?!?! The turns are off I tell you!
The Number Pi: Typer! He knows too much! Fix that!
Typer: But that would cause a paradox! If I fix it, you won't tell me to fix it, so I won't fix it, so you will tell me to fix it... you get the idea?
The Number Pi: Alright! Just find a way to kill him once I conquer his last city!
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The Number Pi: Only one word can properly describe this situation...
The Number Pi: Can't let than insanity happen again.
The Number Pi: Nope. No way.
The Number Pi: I won't even talk, just to prevent it from happening.
The Number Pi: *scratches head*
The Number Pi: *shifts in seat*
The Number Pi: *makes a cup of hot cocoa*
The Number Pi: *drinks it*
Typer: 
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The Number Pi: That Typer is annoying me. ONE LETTER! Only ONE LETTER has to be changed to make this city named "Typer" JUST ONE LETTER!
Typer: I assure you, I am simply an abstract character in this narrative that has no value beyond humor. The naming is a mere coincidence.
The Number Pi: Huh?
Typer: I'm here to annoy you!
The Number Pi: I hate you.
Typer: But I am you. The Number Pi is the account through which I am typing this.
The Number Pi: So there are three of us???
Typer: Sort of.
The Number Pi: So why type this, it just confuses things.
Typer: To fill up space.
The Number Pi: Well, I refuse to talk. No more dialogue is needed in this section anyway.
Typer: I made you say that. So I cound say this in responce.
The Number Pi: Yeah right. Then watch me not talk; then we will see who's in control!
Typer: Fine then.
*5 minutes later*
The Number Pi: HA! Told you I would not talk!
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The Number Pi: Drat.
Typer: Fine. As compensation, I will use the Great Statesman to culture bomb the city. Happy now?
The Number Pi: Wait... Arent by making me answer, you are answering yourself... so this has been a long conversation between one person.... my/out brain hurt(s)...
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Typer: I will not say anything for this portion.... oh. Where is the "backspace" button?
The Number Pi: I've got this covered. *clears throat* Look at the
pink green land! Look at all the earth-making-similar-to!
Typer: Whatdoesthebiglongbuttoninthemiddleofthekeyboarddo?
The Number Pi:....right...
Typer: Since I already have spoken, I might as well make random jokes! Watch this:
The Number Pi: being.... forced... to speak.... ARRGGHHH!! *quickly*The units that are selected are to be airlifted from the capital to India, where they will fight!
General: *zombie-like* The war will be over soon. There has been little resistance. Only one city remains....
Typer: I'll stop now!
General: And here is the casualty report:
The Number Pi: Not Battlemech Alpha!!! But still, this is the first civilization to fall! The rest will follow!
Typer: Couldn't resist. Relating that to the title:
The Number Pi: This is the first of many. The first of many casualties. The first of many victories. The first of many conquests!
Anisk Hawa: Great... jail. Now I'm in prison for the rest of the game!
Typer: But you get to watch it unfold now!
Altough this update was fairly strange, I think it's pretty good. Oponions?