So um, yeah, this is 1-1 reconstructed. They've reconstructed world 1. It had a lot of renovations to do. It just wasn't up to code, you know. There was some stuff going on, they found a whole lot of battery acid running around in the attic, and you know how noisy that can get. Neighbors started to complain, they called a telephone number, which doesn't even exist, but they managed to make one just for that one occasion. It was just a big ol' piece of chili pie.
That was some quality playing there, courtesy of raocow and friends. The friends are the many voices just kinda chillin' in my head... I don't hear them, but they're there.
You know, that's what I hate about centaurs. I mean it's all nice and good, yeah, you got the nether-regions of a horse, la-de-dah... but unfortunately they tend to screw up water physics a whole lot. I mean - whoooa! - stopping time is bad enough, and spitting bullets for no reason, but now adjusting water physics? When all you're really good for is being a tourist attraction? I don't know... I think that's a bit too much for my system of disbelief.
— raocow, Vip2- Cave of Bubbles
Science is useless and will make you die. This is a lesson you can apply to your schoolyard politics.
Anonymous confession: Sometimes I go to my TV Tropes.org page, and I look at the Running Gag and Catchphrase categories, because whenever something is added there, it tells me it's something I'm doing way too much and I need to stop it. Whether or not it works or not is mixed results, depending, but I do make the effort. Hey there everyone, this is raocow playing a game...