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Well, that's a new one. I've never met someone who thinks they need to be medicated after suffering under the verbal dervishness of someone pretending to be manic. (takes notes)

Oh, now waffling on your stated platform! I see how it is! An ever shifting target that no one can possibly achieve! Well, I'll have none of it! (Which, of course, seemed to be the jist of the unfortunate savings.) (I have something to say....I'm not left handed!) :p

I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry. I think I'll say I "craughed", and call it even.

Prejudiced against southpaws, eh! How handist of you!

These old fashioned women and their pre-cannibalism requirements. I mean, really, what's the world coming to? Can I at least get a taste test to insure quality and flavor? Just a pound of flesh will do. :p

Darn, Cream of Desert Hare sounds ... excellent. :]

No worries. I check before I shoot. :) Because I understand: "Friendly Fire, isn't." Indeed, I read that somewhere. :p

Wait, wait...you want to be made into soup when you die? Or you want to get a better keyboard? :P

A necessary skill when the Zombie Velociraptor Apocalypse comes round.

Oh, now I think I will get some peanut butter. The herd will avoid it and there will be discounts on the unaffected brands. Awesome!

Correct. Everything is legal until a sentient comes up with a law that says it isn't.

Another day where I am glad for having a poor sense of smell... Sniiiiiffffff...bleach....Ahhhhhhhhhhh

Well, double pfiffle!

Absolutely! Give a techie a battle cannon and you are guaranteed to hear, "Who's your dadeee!"

'Owdy. Watch out, there's been an excess of minivans the last two pages.

5 minutes earlier: "Does this look familiar? Do you know what it is? Neither do I. I made it last night in my sleep. Apparently I used Gindrogac. Highly unstable." "I put at button on it. Yes. I wish to press it, but I'm not sure what will happen if I do." (Gune, Titan A.E.)

*Gives Phaezen some toy trucks* Well, if you have to have a sandbox, you might as well play. (Minivans are conspicuously absent from the truck assortment)

Found it. Yowch! That's brutal. I like it!

*golf clap*

*Hands Galeros a piece of paper: Treaty of Mutual Physical Non-Actuation: Wherein both parties agree that neither shall force real or imagined physical impediments upon the other, or their posts, or suffer the real and imagined butt kicking which would be so richly deserved, which, as an...