-grabs the chip in midair-
To whoever's trying to screw with me and/or the Atlanteans. You, sirs or madams, are amateurs WHEREAS I AM A MAN!
-punches the chip into the street, where it fragments into a million billion pieces-
And it's over. Hey look, a theater! And they're showing The Last Airbender! So much for a utopia.
you'll then have a grave in the clouds where you won't lie too crampedYeah, Pies, you don't have real weapons anymore. Sorry, but I'm not having you hurt my friends again.
-somewhere deep in space-
Talking Head 1: Hmm...so he is a man then?
Talking Head 2: Yes. We shall have to reconfigure our plan to gain control of the giant squid
Robot Butler: HAY GAYZ I MADE WAFFLZ!
edited 5th Aug '10 7:11:26 PM by yarrunmace
you'll then have a grave in the clouds where you won't lie too cramped...
...
Off. Of. The Cloud.
you'll then have a grave in the clouds where you won't lie too crampedThe weird dude smashed into a building and is now Quetzalcoatl. Also, I can now shoot ice and lightning out of my hands based on the magic from Final Fantasy. I'm really going to have to figure out what happened to me pre-memory mixup once this is over.
you'll then have a grave in the clouds where you won't lie too cramped

-vomits an inordinate amount of LCL, semen, and spit from his mouth-
GRAAAAHHH