Probably cook Shion.
Probably cook Shion.
Spend the whole day annoying the hell out of cats with Tigmafuzz.
"I'm here for you, James. See? I'm real."
I'm not your Mary.
Play Silent Hill since I'm too chicken to play it on my own!
Playing old RPG's, probably arguing East vs. West.
Acquire all the corgies IN THE WORLD.Originally Posted by Laddy
Eyyyyyyyyyyyyy
We'd go and hunt trolls, obviously.
Shopping. Followed by a Buffy marathon whilst gorging on Chocolate Oranges!
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Aulayna would teach me everything I needed to know about the current state of gaming and I would repeatedly mix things up, get confused and have the most random and frightening glitches occur because that is my luck. Then I'd bake her a pie.
Signature by rubah. I think.
FOA and I would go to Dan McGuinness' Traditional Irish Pub on Demonbreun. While I no longer drink, and maybe she doesn't, I don't know, we would order fish and chips and then I would play music at the Open Mic upstairs.
Then Final Fantasy VI, I guess.
I will force Spoon to play me a song that I can sing to like something by MCR.
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
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