What am I lacking in any shape or form?
OOC: Go on then, have fun! XD
What am I lacking in any shape or form?
OOC: Go on then, have fun! XD
[You spit on mercy? Then you will have none! You want carnage?!]
[Garrosh will get more blood than EVER he bargained for!]
Official residence in Antarctica.
Where did Formy move to?
(SPOILER)I pulled a Formy.
Originally Posted by Fynn
The fridge.
[You spit on mercy? Then you will have none! You want carnage?!]
[Garrosh will get more blood than EVER he bargained for!]
Where is the best place to cool down?
~ Have no fear, dungeon hero X is here! Kupo! ~
Anywhere but Austria!!!
[You spit on mercy? Then you will have none! You want carnage?!]
[Garrosh will get more blood than EVER he bargained for!]
Where should I go to eat dinner?
Gulp'n blow
What do you do when a horny man puts a gun to your head and tells you to get on your knees?
Tell Flying Mullet that his threat tactics won't work on me!
What was that message you wanted me to pass to Flying Mullet?
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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