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General => General => Topic started by: Mr. Anderson on December 30, 2005, 10:44:32 pm
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All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain..we can be like they are
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand...don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly...don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man...
Valentine is done
Here but now they're gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity...Romeo and Juliet
40,000 men and women everyday...Like Romeo and Juliet
40,000 men and women everyday...Redefine happiness
Another 40,000 coming everyday...We can be like they are
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand...don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly...don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man...
Love of two is one
Here but now they're gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn't go on
Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew then disappeared
The curtains flew then he appeared...saying don't be afraid
Come on baby...and she had no fear
And she ran to him...then they started to fly
They looked backward and said goodby...she had become like they are
She had taken his hand...she had become like they are
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper
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(http://www.joe-ks.com/archives_sep2004/SleeperAgent.jpg)
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Leave.
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Who, me or him? Be specific, please.
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Who the muff are you?
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And where do you get off telling me what to do?
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Just me, enjoying guest abilities.
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Sorry, my previous post was to that first question of Mr. Anderson's. sorry.
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Tis all of the right. I was talking to the funny looking clown.
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Who the muff are you? And where do you get off telling me what to do?
Hehehe...sounds like SOMEone hasn't been acquainted with Nightmare X yet.
This oughta be good. *whips out a LifeAura barrier and prepares for the oncoming bloodshed*
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I guessed as much.
hey anderson, make fun of him! call him an over-expanded cum bubble!
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And why should I be frightened exactly?
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And why should I be frightened exactly?
Oh...no reason. *reinforces LifeAura with HolyPanel*
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(http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/7126/kefkaeatsbabies9sp.png)
What's NOT frightening about that?
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The clown part.
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Good point.
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Well, if this...Nightmare chap as a problem with me, then he should bring it up with my committee.
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...uh-oh.
Hehe, this oughta be good. *grabs a bag of popcorn and a lawn chair*
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should turn out better than prime time tv. *gets a lawn chair and dr. pepper*
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Eh, forget it, if he wants to fight, I'll be back, just not anytime soon...ya know, time constraints and all.
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Lest he wants to go now?
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Posting as a guest instantly makes you a pussy and a moron, and I'm fairly sure "Agent" and "Vanguard" are the same fucking idiot, so cut it out, you idiot.
You aren't welcome here, no one likes guests, and I hope you choke.
Go away.
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he could have wussied out.
but I'm still amazed at how one word from nightmare shifted the entire topic around.
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That's because I am fucking awesome, of course.
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Indeed it has changed, for the topic appears to have shifted over to you Vanguard.
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oh, I'm in the spotlight now! what fun!
and I'm fairly sure "Agent" and "Vanguard" are the same fucking idiot
me openly saying that wasn't enough for you?
and I would register, but I hardly ever have time to come here, seeing as I have enough work with another forum and all.
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Deep in the heart of Germany
Lucy clutched her breast in fear
She heard the beat of her lover's heart
For weeks she raved in dreams he appeared
From far Transylvania
Only a woman can break his spell
Pure in heart who will offer herself
To Nosferatu
This ship pulled in without a sound
The faithful captain long since cold
He kept his log till the bloody end
Last entry read "Rats in the hold.
My crew is dead, I fear the plague"
Only a woman can break his spell
Pure in heart who will offer hefself
To Nosferatu
Mortal terror reigned
Sickness now then horrible death
Only Lucy knew the truth
And at her window
Nosferatu
So chaste so calm, she gave herself
To the pleasure of her dreaded master
He sucked the precious drops of life
Throughout the long and cold dark night
One last goodbye, he was blinded by love
One last goodbye, he was blinded by love
Blinded by love
He screamed with fear, he'd stayed too long in her room
The morning sun had come too soon
The spell was broken with a kiss of doom
He vanished into dust, left her all alone
Only a woman can break his spell
Pure in heart, who will offer herself
To Nosferatu...
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Apparently I bore mister Nightmare.
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You bore the entire universe.
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Some claime I have that effect. I say it depends on the audiance. Shall I regail you with more poetry?
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You bore the entire universe.
Snappy comeback good sir! oh, well played! What ho, single-cell brained organism?
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Granted...I didn't write any of these poems, but hey, they rock none the less.
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Poems are for hopeless romantics, and hopeless romantics need to be shot, no one cares if you made them or not, and I don't think you in the position to pick on my comebacks when yours use such inane attempts at insults as "single cell-brained organism", especially since everyone knows I have enough brain cells to kick your ass.
I would suggest you to leave this forum, as I will be mindlessly assaulting you every chance I get, why? Because I'm an asshole, and I don't give a shit if you don't like it.
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WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING TO?
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And I don't give a shit if you pester me or not. If you could not tell, that was a joking comeback there. Who would insult someone by saying what ho first?
Enough brain cells to kick my ass? If it's such an easy task, then why are you not doing it, hm? My rump lacks a foot in it, yet you say you can. Why do tomorrow what you can do today?
here, will this be an insult more up to par of your standards?
Take a splintery piece of wood, cram it in your asshole and use it for a dildo, you dyslexic infantile sloth of what resembles a Howler monkey.
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WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING TO?
he would be addressing the both of us, good sirrah
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I wish he wouldn't. He's confusing the hell out of me.
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Maybe it's because he can't make a coherent sentence to get into a prostitute's bed.
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dude, stop, your lame.
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If you mean me, I would like to, but I like to finish my fights. And I don't think Nightmare will be stopping anytime soon.
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One last thing before I depart for this evening though...
Keep going getting higher
New worlds waiting in the sky
To escape the feasting and the hunger
Not the monsters in our minds
We got our hands on this ship
And stowed away into the night
The four of us and Pasha dear
She to steer and we to fight
Federal rules and regulations
No more laughter left on earth
Outer space our one salvation
May god help us in our search
We went so fast that we grew younger
Put this ship on cruise control!
We all did our best with Pasha
But not as good as good ol' Joe
Love never should have entered
It was never in the plan
We were finally going to have her
And let Joe be damned...
Monsters, monsters, monsters in the night
Monsters, monsters, monsters in black and white
Monsters, monsters, monsters out of control
Monsters, monsters, monsters when you're alone
Monsters, monsters, monsters feeding on themselves
Monsters, monsters on the road to hell...
Joe awoke from a stupor
It was clear something was wrong
He rushed in and found us with her
And in his rage he aimed his gun
One shot and it was over
Pasha smiled and then was gone...
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Oh, another poem. Didn't make much sense to me, mainly due to not really reading it.
Hm, it appears that my quarry has left this evening. He does not appear online. Odd little miffy.
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here, will this be an insult more up to par of your standards?
Take a splintery piece of wood, cram it in your asshole and use it for a dildo, you dyslexic infantile sloth of what resembles a Howler monkey.
Nope, my insults consist of calling people idiots, morons, etc. then picking on their argument be it entirely or by parts, aswell as adding some ridicule for my personal amusement on it, this usually can be stretched by adding criticisms of the individual's personality and way of acting then mercilessly picking on them.
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And somewhere out there in the world, a puppy finds it's way home each and everytime.
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Wow, predictable. And cliche. Good show, nightmare.
I won't bother wasting my time. I don't even have anything else to do, yet I know there are better things to do than sit here and squabble with someone that fights people over the internet for no reason.
But since I like to finish my fights...
*takes a rusty iron pipe, whacks nightmares head a few times, breaks his jaw to fit the pipe in his mouth, then pours a lethal mixture of arsenic and cyanide, with some ammonia for good measure down the pipe and into nightmare's gullet, followed by an antimatter power bomb set to detonate in 30 seconds, then quickly encases him in an unbreakable adamantium box, welding it shut through the good-smelling ways of braze welding, and follows it up by letting the power bomb explode in the box, disintegrating all form of matter in whatever state they are inside of the box, followed up by taking the box to a nearby blackhole and tossing it in, compressing and expanding the box from the size of a planet to a mere single atom with gravitational forces powerful enough to crush an entire galaxy in a milisecond before coming out the other end of the black hole as a scattered cluster of barren molecules which are promptly obliterated by a biomechanical recreation of Bahamut and his Mega Flare*
If you worm your way out of that one without being a cheapass and saying your immune to guests will only further demonstrate your absolute idiocy and being unable to accept defeat while being an asshole while your'e about it.
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Him? Not be a cheapass? AHAHAHA. You'd have a better chance of becoming god himself.
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Oh? Even if I am quite uninformed of nightmare's tactics, I had to at least try, ya?
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Yes, must try. Trying is half the fun. Even if the outcome isn't quite good, at least you ave it a shot. And that's what matters most sometimes. *insert more cliche stuff*
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Know thy enemy and know thyself, and you will not be defeated in a hundred battles.
There's no place like home.
Don't drink water, fish have sex in it.
etc, etc....
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Your mom
OHSNAP
All your base are belong to us
Someone set us up the bomb
WAZZUP?!!?!!?
Ect.
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Nightmare laughed his ass off, all of what Vanguard had seen was just a delusion in his pathetic, fragile mind, and while Vanguard wasted his time attacking a delusion of him, Nightmare had enough time to bring forth the invincible (Period.) Mech of ultimate mass destruction, capable of destroying entire universes in a fraction of a second, nothing else than The Final Creation.
Nightmare watched from the cockpit of TFC at what would soon be his next prey, yep, another easy battle, then again, every single battle in the universe is easy when you're the Illuminati Supreme Commander.
Nightmare then begins checking TFC's 55000000 shiny, colored buttons, designed so if anyone not belonging to the Illuminati pressed them, they would immediatly spray said individual with an acid capable of breaking the laws of physics and melt him to death.
Of course, if one of the Illuminati members pressed any of them, not only would the button proceed with it's function, but release some fancy pyrotechnics for extra eye-candy.
Nightmare deploys some Grand Cannons, Prism Towers, and Tesla Coils (surprised?), And levels the entire area for the hell of intimidation, while still leaving Vanguard alive.
CJMErl is then sucked into a vacuum, ala Ghostbusters, And then covered in Krazy glue (A prison that not even a ghost, spirit, or whatever can escape). He is then shattered with a hammer. And no, you can't avoid being sucked in, it's a friggin Ghostbuster Vaccum. I stole it from Luigi's mansion and fed it Doritos, giving it the power to suck you up regardless of what plane/reality/dimension you're on.
Nightmare then goes on and presses the "Giant Prey button", Turning Vanguard the size of TFC. NMX then deploys all of his tiny laser-slicing jet fighters, which cut him into large chunks of meat. Then, using a nuclear holocaust, All the pieces are sent flying and land in some interstate highway 5000 miles away.
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Yo quero taco bell? (sp?)
Truly, if there is evil in this world, it exists in the heart of mankind.
I gladly sit on the grass and eat my bread while people manipulate galaxies over my head.
You have no idea how many times I have thought to myself, "Vanguard, this moment would be so much better if accompanied by the soundtrack of Big Daddy." I would be like a travelling department store; whenever you draw near, you hear music, and you're never quite sure where it's coming from- but one thing is clear; "that Vanguard guy is cool, and he has the music to prove it."
that last one would be kinda awesome, though.
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Told ya Vanny.
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That you did, senor Guest. (Vanny? LOL! I like that one. Jean must know of this!)
Vanguard coughed. His body had respawned, good as new, beside the left leg of this Final Creation dealy. Vanguard looked up to the giant machine, and spoke, knowing that however sofly he said it this being with the ultimate arsenal would be able to hear it.
"Good show, Nightmare. You have completely and TOTALLY out-roleplayed me, so much that you don't even bother to defend yourself on what we were actually arguing about. Good sport there, lad!"
He spoke again after draining a dr. pepper from his coat inside pocket. "But, like I said, I like to finish my fights. Never said a preference between win or lose, so long as at least one victor is decided. And in the way of our roleplay, I think it's clear. Unless you have nothing further to say on the original dispute, I shall take my leave and you will remain with those you pretend to hate."
Vanguard gave another cough, this time from the stench around him emanating from god knows what.
"I shall stand here until you decide to make an action, Nightmare X."
Vanguard then turned to the guest with the odd sayings.
"Have you noticed that even though his name is Nightmare X, he doesn't have a shread of megaman influence about him? Something I noticed."
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The 'guest' suddenly appeared next to Vanny, and turns his head and spoke to him "Well, when I first encountered him it was at PMM. I assumed he tacked it on for no real reason, besides to look cool or something like I had. These days he's called Nightmare or NMX...No one really knows, as far as I'm aware. And I'm sure no one cares enough to know either. It just is. No one really questioned it, it's not important or anything. "
The 'guest' then took a seat int he bleachers with a video camera and watched.
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PMM = Planet MegaMan, for those unaware. >.>
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Vanguard lifted one eyebrow. "PMM? My guess is, now I'm going out on a limb here, Planet Megaman? Oh god, WHY, why would he have had spawned from there? Unless it's met an overhaul since my last encounter with that forum, this NMX as you call him is a disturbed fellow indeed."
Completing his odd speach that served no purpose other than personal insight, Vanguard stood and awaited his godmoding fate.
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"Ha ha ha ha ha! Respawning.. what a common tactic, shame those guys at that one universe couldn't do it after I shattered existance as they knew it... yeah, the only reason I let this universe live for now is because you people make good firewood, watching each of you burn is just magnificent"
Nightmare laughed again, from The Final Creation, he was invincible, and as the Illuminati supreme commander, no petty argument could bother him, the stench coming from the piles of rotting corpses around didn't bother him either, as he was packing one of those Evil Dudes' Super Duper Pine Scent Cones, which were capable of eradicating, amongst radiation and other things, any kind of dislikeable smell.
Nightmare then realized he was late for the destruction of another civilization that could have made the universe a better place for all living beings, so he walked out, except walking, when talking about The Final Creation, means "Creating a hole through reality and moving to another place of choice in the entire universe in a billionth of a nanosecond".
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Ah, how I wish to be more instincetive in pressing preview before submit. I would have seen that PMM part before I even entered it.
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"Depends on when you were there. I went there around Febuary and he was there being a dick like he always is. But, PMM went down a few months back, so it's gotten an overhual alright." The guest chuckled alittle. And turns to Van awaiting an answer.
The guest also point out that making an invincable machine is ALSO a common tactic, and that Night is just full of himself again. XD
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"Again, my lack of previewing rears its ugly head. It also seems that my quarry has left the battle, fleeing from intellectual superiors."
Vanguard glanced to both sides.
"Or maybe he has to take a tinkle. You never know with these overbearing reality-rejectors."
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Somehow Nightmare breaks the laws of physics and answers to the PMM ordeal.
"PMM? That place happens to be a piece of shit, it was standable in earlier times, but now it's easily as good as dead, plus, it was never as good as other forums such as say, VGF"
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Nah, he could tinkle in TFC, I'm sure he could somehow make up that it has portable bathrooms or something,
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"I would register simply for an edit button...."
Vanguard strolled over to the bleachers that the guest had resided to and took a seat, pulling out another dr. pepper from within his coat.
"NMX, it seems we are in agreement on one thing. PMM licks anus. But pray tell what this VGF is, and why you may think of it as superior to your own Trinity of Evil (which I won't be registering at, rest assured.), if you are implying that?"
Having finished his can of Dr. pepper, Vanguard found himself at a lack of more. He contemplating on doing what NMX was and bend the laws of physics to have a department store consistently follow Vanguard around. Unless Mr. Guest had another Dr. Pepper and was willing to share one.
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The Guest who shall be known as Frazzle Snazzle, tossed the Vanster a Dr. Pepper that he pulled out from under his hat, along with a 6-pack more of it as well.
"Yeah, PMM sucks now adays. But, meh. I only go to promote or welcome people who'll never speak to me. "
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"Oh no, VGF used to kick ass, but sadly, but it's greatest members have left (RealGTX, for example), making the forum rather sucky, it was the greatest forum ever in early times, though.
Oh, and ToE doesn't need you, as a fact, all of the non-staff users there happen to need Trinity of Evil, not viceversa."
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BWAHAHAHAH.
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"By the way, Drifter, I killed your cat"
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NOOOOOOOOOooo
Welp, looks like Madog will have a feast tonight.
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Vanguard caught the Dr. Pepper offered by Frazzle Snazzle. "If the members of ToE need that forum, then why does YourAverageJoe go to so many others if normally ToE is sufficient for him? Is ToE lacking at times?
"Oh, and my forum, which shall be undisclosed (NMX would more than likely wreak havoc there jsut to spite me) is, to quote Iron Man of Marvel Super Heroes, SUPERIOR ATTACK."
Vanguard took a small sip of sweet, sweet mooched Dr. Pepper. "If that made as much sense as NMX usually does."
After previewing, Vanguard raised an eyebrow.
"Madog? Drifter? I feel left out. (or is that a good thing?)"
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"That's because YourAverageJoe is a fool, and needs to be shot in the face, twice, while being impaled, with a thousand stakes, on fire"
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"Meh, I'm sure you'll know if you ask around about 'Drifter'. Just ask Jody, or Pirate, or someone who doesn't hate me. XD But you'd need AIM or MSN to do that...So get MSN. >.> I can bug you too. X3
And Madog, is of course, a dog, happens to be the coolest dog int he world. He's my homeboy."
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Vanguard squinted and turned to Drifter. "I suppose NMX uses that purple font just to be a grit in the groin, I suppose, ya?
"And I'm getting more and more tempted to get MSN. Too bad I'm usually way too busy to do much besides my own forum work done. (high traffic, it is)"
Vanguard set his can of Dr. Pepper down and stretched backwards. He reached into his inside coat pocket again and pulled out a bag of Doritoes, opening and eating a few, offering some to Drifter.
"Oh, and no dog is better than my own Loki. NONE."
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"Meh, who knows how his mind works. But yeah, that's the only logical explanation seeing as how he likes to be an ass for no reason. You're own forum huh? Well, you might not wanna send it to night, but mind PMing Trigger about it? (Happens to be me). And I'm DAMn sure Madog could take Loki in coolness. He ricks hardcore. [/jokewiffskull]"
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CJMErl is then sucked into a vacuum, ala Ghostbusters, And then covered in Krazy glue (A prison that not even a ghost, spirit, or whatever can escape). He is then shattered with a hammer. And no, you can't avoid being sucked in, it's a friggin Ghostbuster Vaccum. I stole it from Luigi's mansion and fed it Doritos, giving it the power to suck you up regardless of what plane/reality/dimension you're on.
*inside the vaccuum dimension*
Nice, CJ. REEEEEEAL nice.
What, I can't hope that he might have ignored the spectators FOR ONCE? I mean, it's not like *we* did anything...this time.
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I'm going to spoil this topic seeing as it's only a fight thread.
Crab battle! ollylyllylylylylyl
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I really wish, I felt like reading all that.
I could say it's because I have a life...but that's just plain lying.
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^You do have a life.
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Well I must have lost it somewhere.
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GRARGH!! Atleast you can find it.
Mine died when I lost all reason to live, so yeah, I ARE WALKING DEAD!!
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I don't remember finding it...
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I said atleast you CAN find it.
NOW GET OUT THERE AND FIND YOUR LIFE MONKEY!!
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ehhh...to lazy.
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On the other topic you said you weren't lazy.
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No, you must have mis read it. I said i was lazy. x_x
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...DUH!
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Ummm...yeah?