We here at Happy Drugs Ltd. believe that souls just weigh you down. Besides, we have a pill for soulessness anyway.
GoatToucher Brand rump ointment: Soothes your Spaxerdol related rump maladies. Use only as directed.
Stolen souls are stowed under the bed. Everyone knows this. All you get are dust bunnies. Albeit, those can be found under the bed too.
POOG!!!
PoogPoogPoogPoog....
Ewwwww.
Didn't he used to be someone once?
I'm not cleaning it up. After all, it doesn't exist.
ALL YOUR SKITTLES AND SWEETTARTS ARE BELONG TO ME!!!!
I'm going to deny that too. Because thats messed up.
You know, we have a pill for uncontrollable pooging.
Hopefully he has shame.
Huh? What be shame?
ALso, Poog never poo on floor, me shank you for suggesting so.
BERSERKER FROTTAGE!!!
INCENDIARY FLAME OF BURNING FIRE!!!
HEADSHOT!!!
WITH POWER OVER 9.000!!!!
WHAT! NINE THOUSAND!?
:crushes scanner:
You come to the realization....there is no scanner.
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The presence of a scanner is irrelevant! A more important event is taking place! Servants of Rovagug are planning on blowing up the universe! Which means only one thing...
*Looks to a group of archon's, that are standing near by.*
If you wish to save your precious heaven, the planet and all of creation itself. Then you will have no choice but to align yourselves with devils.
Been there, done that.
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Time and again. Angels are a yawn. They are all "Degenerates! Lechers! Don't touch that! Get that out of there!" at first, but they flip faster than a Tienish acrobat once you get going. So repressed.
You know what? Forget devils and angels. Modrons are where it's at.
Where it's at. Two turntables and a microphone.
I dunno if I get the hots for toasters, even if they do have legs...
Forget universes, being outside reality and halfway to nothing is the new cool.
This one time, I squeezed maggots out of a live bird's head. It was fine afterwards. True story.
I can still hear the poor bird's calls of pain, such wonderful music to my ears!
Actually, it was quite the opposite.
There were about eight fat maggots in between the skin and the skull on the bird's forehead, and once I realize that that was what they were, I pushed them out as gently as I could. The bird did not like being held so firmly, but afterwords it was relieved as could be, and even perched on my finger.I'm a druid, evidently.
I'm just sitting on a cornflake while I'm waiting for the van to come.
I can still hear the poor bird's calls of pain, such wonderful music to my ears!Actually, it was quite the opposite.
There were about eight fat maggots in between the skin and the skull on the bird's forehead, and once I realize that that was what they were, I pushed them out as gently as I could. The bird did not like being held so firmly, but afterwords it was relieved as could be, and even perched on my finger.
I'm a druid, evidently.
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.....*HHHHUUUURRRRKKKKK!!!!!!*
UGH... private tiny get over here and clean that will ya.
Stop talking. It's making it tricky to continue to deny reality.
But if you deny reality, then that means you don't exist. But if you don't exist, then who is the one who is denying reality?
If one tries hard enough, one can make another feel what's real, in spite of self-delusion.
If I deny you enough, I can ignore your logic.
Except because you deny me, my logic does not exist. Therefore, you cannot deny my logic.
Moses owes me money.
I don't have a mask. Thats just propaganda spread by my enemies.
IHIYC, could you please return Goddity's face? I don't think that site's safe for work, home, or my lunch.
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*puts a Spy vs Spy mask on IHIYC *
Bottom of page. I win.