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This be not another exercise in how far I can stretch my imagination. This is reality. It is no joke. Truly, a great peril has appeared among us. And it has not hesitated; it has already eaten many. This is not just another thing that won't happen to you, trust me. Do not think you will be saved. No doubt, it can, it will worm its ways into your home, into every home, as it did to mine. There is no salvation left here. Not for you, not for me, not for anyone. Escape or your life will starve. Only those who orchestrate this plague can remain. See his disguise and see her deceit. See them now or live in their lie.
-pea ce
"But wait! Nathan, is there nothing we can do?"
Hrmmm... I spose there are some things but they just aren't really feasible. Sorry.
"Nothing! No, there must be something!"
Nope, sorry dude, we're as dead as a Sunni in Castile.
“But!.. But.., if things are truly as bad as you say then something has to be done. No matter the sacrifice! Something must be done!”
Well.... Shit.
I don't want to act like a Spaniard but I guess Ill have to , god damn it, why do you guys always have to pressure me into this shit... I really don't want to but I guess I'll just have do something then..
So..
Yep, that's right folks, I'm gonna have me an old fashioned inquisition. All in the name of my beloved goddess, for her infinite wisdom has given me exclusive proof of where the future lies. And behold! These words she spoke unto me! "Put a bullet in Bob's acidic brain! Bring me the head of that shriveled whore! Make Bob and Eris no more! Make Bob and Eris no more!"
You fools! You stupid fools! Repent! Repent! You must or all is lost. Repent! Or I shall smite you all, like a ten ton robo-spaniard in an Aztec orphanage! Repent! This is the only true salvation, repent!
Now repeat these words after me:
“I hate Bob Dobbs, slack master extraordinaire, I'm gonna put a bullet in your brain. Death to Eris and her stumbling ways, may she rot in the stagnation of her non-direction. Hail to Athena, slay them both she could, in her cunning ways.
Mr. Bob Dobbs the new age televangelist and his magic show, taking my money from the comfort of his home. Mystical Eris and her tease, not even good enough to be a whore, just a hint and nothing more. Hail to Athena, a sexual algorithm of coiled enlightenment, hand on her sword, Bob an Eris are no more! Bob and Eris are no more! Hail to Athena!”
Remember those words well. Read them again and again and again. Engraved in your brain they must be. Repeat them when I ask. There is no choice. Show your conviction; don't make me play the role of a conquistador on a virgin shore.
-pea ce
"But wait! Nathan, is there nothing we can do?"
Hrmmm... I spose there are some things but they just aren't really feasible. Sorry.
"Nothing! No, there must be something!"
Nope, sorry dude, we're as dead as a Sunni in Castile.
“But!.. But.., if things are truly as bad as you say then something has to be done. No matter the sacrifice! Something must be done!”
Well.... Shit.
I don't want to act like a Spaniard but I guess Ill have to , god damn it, why do you guys always have to pressure me into this shit... I really don't want to but I guess I'll just have do something then..
So..
Yep, that's right folks, I'm gonna have me an old fashioned inquisition. All in the name of my beloved goddess, for her infinite wisdom has given me exclusive proof of where the future lies. And behold! These words she spoke unto me! "Put a bullet in Bob's acidic brain! Bring me the head of that shriveled whore! Make Bob and Eris no more! Make Bob and Eris no more!"
You fools! You stupid fools! Repent! Repent! You must or all is lost. Repent! Or I shall smite you all, like a ten ton robo-spaniard in an Aztec orphanage! Repent! This is the only true salvation, repent!
Now repeat these words after me:
“I hate Bob Dobbs, slack master extraordinaire, I'm gonna put a bullet in your brain. Death to Eris and her stumbling ways, may she rot in the stagnation of her non-direction. Hail to Athena, slay them both she could, in her cunning ways.
Mr. Bob Dobbs the new age televangelist and his magic show, taking my money from the comfort of his home. Mystical Eris and her tease, not even good enough to be a whore, just a hint and nothing more. Hail to Athena, a sexual algorithm of coiled enlightenment, hand on her sword, Bob an Eris are no more! Bob and Eris are no more! Hail to Athena!”
Remember those words well. Read them again and again and again. Engraved in your brain they must be. Repeat them when I ask. There is no choice. Show your conviction; don't make me play the role of a conquistador on a virgin shore.