It would be nice to see a pair of boobs today. Preferably ones that belonged to Tifa.
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It would be nice to see a pair of boobs today. Preferably ones that belonged to Tifa.
Who want's to see my Boobs?
Congratulations, HC! I never thought you'd actually turn into a viera!
Guys... Seriously, I'm not joking, look, I'm a viera
See look, I've got a vagina and everything. Also ears and a tail
*snip*
HC that is very nice for you and I will be printing this off for later, but you can't post porn on EoFF ~Paul
Bulltrout, HC. Prove it.
Guys GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS
GUYS GUYS GUYS GUSY GUYS.
I made a wish upon a star and woke up a viera this morning. I'm serious.
I am totally freakin serious.
On topic: I have no idea what that is.
Off topic: I'm a freakin viera!
Whoa, that's almost as bad as HC making false claims.
God, Steve, don't post things like that. I can't even tell if that's an octopus or your mother's face.
I predict this thread is going to go downhill pretty fast after that mess.
When did anybody say anything about killing Proto? You've massively misinterpreted some lighthearted flaming. I admit that HC needs to watch his mouth before he gets himself banned. :eep:
I actually thought the point was fairly clear. :kakapo:Quote:
Originally Posted by Shorty
What are our expectations as to the fate of this thread? :eyebrow:
Why the hell would you want to kill Proto, man? That's not even funny. He's a saint, an ace saint, and you're just out to violence him. Not cool. We all enjoy better lives thanks to Agent Proto.
Whoa! Hey, hey! Just straight chill, you know? Slow your roll. You all really need to calm the hell down now. Don't make me pull my stapler. This is a warn warning.
That wasn't very nice of you to say that about me. :(
Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away! By this wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps, an you play the saucy cuttle with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal! You basket-hilt stale juggler, you! You starveling, you elf-skin, you dried neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! O for breath to utter what is like thee! You tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bowcase; you vile standing-tuck!
And that's just his mother Tig's talking about. Just wait until you see what he says about Proto himself.