Matt... Damon...
Hang in there, buddy! It's only 40 below.
And I win, despite the advancing cold.
*keeps warm all year long*
"Winning, it's a partnership."
No, there's no 'I' in 'team', but there's an 'I' in 'winning'. A couple, even.
Nothing. You don't win, see?
Nope and neither do you since I am winning.
You WERE winning, you mean?
Nope still winning.
You should stick to hanging with Wally Cleaver.
I don't think he really likes you though and I am still winning.
You were, you mean.
Victory is mine!
Just don't say "June Cleaver" and you'll win.
DOH!
AIGGHH!!!
Winning. That's what I do. Don't cry. It was inevitable.
*fly through thread, carrying all the win*
*snatches win*
*answers to no one*
YOU WILL ANSWER TO ME!
*melts TUA's badge*
*Turns head 180 degrees exorcist style, showing silver dragon head. Freezes DOA*
*is not impressed*
*eats TUA's hat*
Eats Dragon of Agnor
Hey Midgard I was told you needed to stay in my belly. Get back in there now.
Good boy eating that Dragon of Agnor he was becoming pesky.
You'll get an upset stomach if you insist on digesting the Dragon of Agnor.
I win with this diagnosis.
Ho, Zigman... you still have these fantasies where you're a psychiatrist ?
It's a classic case of becoming infatuated with a savior-like figure - myself, as it were - and trying to emulate it.
My stellar psychologist skills, alas, make me a near-perfect object for my poor bedraggled "clients" to hallucinate about.
I'm doomed to leave my mark on the very souls I'm trying to liberate from themselves.
Such is the price for greatness, I think.
...
Ho: guess who "wins" this childish game of yours ?
...
But I shoud not tease: I can see how your mama was rough on you during your formative years.
I have seen the light.
It says I win.
*sits on Dr. Sigmund's couch and breaks it*
Good Dragon!
*wags its tail*
*sits on Dr. Sigmund's couch and breaks it*
That Sir, is no hallucination. I win.
Worship me!!!
*stares at Banjo for a long, long while*
Matt... Damon?
Mat Da Mon!
MATT DAMON!!!
*highfives Banjo!*
M attttt Dammon.
*eats Banjo*
*slaps the Dragon of Agnor*
MATT!!! DAMON!!!
*finds the threads still emerging from the dragon's mouth, and yanks them to pull out his buddy, safe and sound, if a bit chewed*
And you shall all worship me!!!!
*Looks in, makes sure all is proceeding in an orderly manner.