Stoic with STYLE.
you may refer to me as "God",
Fank you very..much.
*stabs the stump repediately* DIE, DIE DIE! *looks up*
WHO ARE YOU??!
STRYCNINE, QUICK HIDE THE CARROTS!
..okay.. i know.. that..
yesterday.. with the knife..
STRYCNINE TOLD ME TO DO IT!
Oh, don't like Strycnine. *points hysterically at him*
HE'S COMPLETELY MAD! SOMEONE HAS TO STOP HIM!
OK! TIME FOR NAME BADGES!
*hands you one that says ”[Kiss the Octaves]s oppressed servant”*
THERE! You look LOVELY!
*hugs for all* ..oo.. *watches how everyone lays on the floor screaming and burning*
...Meheh... *moves a few inches and then runs away*
[Kiss the Octaves]
+ Loves to be alone
+ Watches how Strycnine brags about his coolness
Strycnine doesn't want me to see you anymore.
You smell like Ebola a sunny day
bathing in Cheerios.
*embraces in extacy*
WHAT ARE YOU? *moves slowly closer*
I've never seen such a being before...
*pokes* HAHA, YOURE REALLY SOFT!
Must. Finish. Presentation.
*bird chirps outside*
AH, YOU RUINED MY CONCENTRATION!
Bi bopp doop.
Bi pop do doop.
bum bi boop pi doop..
BUM DOOP DI DOO
*is jumping on the table and headbanging*
*leans against the door that at the moment
holds a scottish man imprisoned* Hi.
i just wanted to say that-
Get me outta ’er, yer wee lass of HELL!!
*kicks door* stfu. Anyway, i just wanted to say...
that... i've found my goal in life...
AND THAT'S TO FIGURE OUT HOW THE HELL
dV/dt=-2π My(L(D)-1/6n*mpåsidan*i=1 ei(D))
CAN MEAN BEER FOAM?
i don't love you.
You dropped your pocket
[Remember Ladies and Gentlemen that I
am soon to rule the world.
And you will all perish in the deep abysses of heaven.
*grabs the staff and raises it visciously*
Muahahahah... and.. wait..
what's that? *lowers staff*
Is that a wand?! YAY!..MINE!!..GET OUT OF MY WAY
YOU PLAGUED CREATURES
*throws herself after the wand*]
Congratufuckinglations, you've made it all the way to the end. O_O
Stop staring at me like that!
Your arm will grow back out, you fool.
While you were counting shooting stars,
I was drinking pure Vodka.