I do sometimes wonder about my life's choices. Sigh.
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Ugh, you killed it, you insuffera- hahah, I mean, good job, ol' buddy ol' pal~! You and that... Dee'EYE-blow Shur'himp (and, admittedly, the P'yer-son who started it all...
OH, LOOK AT THE BAH-BEE, GONNA CRYYYYYYYYYY- ohwaitI'maheronow,ahem- Aw, oh-loh, there, don't cry~!
Oh, that is filthy, you cad! Blech!
Or dolphins. Dohl-fahnz?! You dare mention dohl-fahnz in my presence?! Those arrogant, self-righteous, pretentious monsters get aaaaaaall the gloh-ree! But soon they will know the (And my minion, of course.)
Oh! Right! Uh, er, I mean, it has undergone the mysterious process of "Rii-Porpoise" which means that it is now a means with which to save the wret- er, I mean, wonder-fall citizens of this fair settee~!
EVER HAVE A CRUSH ON A FICTIONAL CHARACTER? Only when I have that manufactured ba-foon who claims to be "just-ice" in the vice grip of my latest MAJESTIC SUPER WEAPON~! (It is the deadly "K'laugh Mackhyne" that I, with my super intellect - far above any mere mortal - have developed with which to destroy Metausity and that meddling Metro-Mud once and for all~!)
Oh, and speaking of emotionally scarring people: - Mort, I just had those fr'eye'd cre-ahm cheezeh won-tohns*, again. SO DELICIOUSLY EEEEEEEEEVIL~! - NH: they have all sorts of gooily delicious things in the cre-ahm cheezeh* that I can't even identify and I am still readily stuffing it into my villainous craw!
- And Mort, to add to my delightfully delectable culinary crimes against all good taste: I just blended the villainous che'ddar jack into half a bowl of pork fried rice... and in the other half, I just blended art-eye-choke, spin-ache and azee-ah-goh** dip~! BUWAHAHAHAHAHAH~! >rubs hands maniacally together< Doesn't that make you... angry?! Perhaps make you seek to become a paladin of righteousness so you might SMITE EVIL WITH DIVINE POWER?! MUUUU-WAHAHAHAHAHAHAH~! *
I plan to use my new eyebrow scar to become bitter at humanity and build that robot army I drew schematics of as a ten year old. A classic story, really, I hig'-lee rek-ah-mend it!
<please hold as we experience technical difficulties>
I'm proud of how far my little buddy has come! T'h-ankhs, my free-yand, and, you know, I must say, I'm quite proud of me, too!
Goodness, let it go or take it to PMs. This pissing contest got old a page or so back. You are both right. You are both wrong. You both win. Everyone feel better now? You know, this reminds of something a freh-yahn'd once said: "Girls, girls, you're both pretty!" ... churros, anyone?
Wow. That guy's got some problems.
Not bad, not bad... I do miss it sometimes: our mythic battles and titanic struggles...
You would, Metroloser~! |