put your sidearm on the ground and fall back into the line!
mister, mister, how often do i have to tell you to leave me alone.
put the gun down or i will have to enforce the laws of the unholy squirells.

by the powers invested in me by satan and the octopus of doom i challenge you to a duel feebleminded foe!
i doth nay fear thee!
have at thee!
arr!

green midgets eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeverywhere.
feeeear feeeeear feeeear



ooooooh no. they're eating me alive. (that sucks)


please stop, please stop.




we are the holy little people sent here by the unholy alliance of the godlike creatures known as the magic trampolines. we are in control.




nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, (please help me im dying in here)



shut the fuck up.


in the end there can be only one.

(he was the alpha and the omega,
the father, the mother and the holy daughter of the jackson five,
he was the editor of new york times)

and he laid upon thine shoulders the holy smacketh of divinity. (dark voice)




he was in control.



(midgets, yay)