Good Day Fair Madam
I'm the fearsome baest in your foulest dreams, I'll wingwong you with a flibetigibbet of the nuclear Gordan Freeman and the Jorgen Meefen of atomic doom.
I'll fart through your windpipe and shit down your esophagus before ramming your eyeballs into your mother's clavicle.
My name is Atlas T. Kinge and i adore writing, reading, and generally murdering people violently with a croquet mallet.
I enjoy Pina Coladas without the alcoholic bits, Walks through corpse-filled rooms and occasional casual writing.
Good Day Kind Sir
Artilleryman: We'll build shops and hospitals and barracks right under their noses - right under their feet! Everything we need - banks, prisons and schools... We'll send scouting parties to collect books and stuff, and men like you'll teach the kids! Not poems and rubbish - science, so we can get everything working! We'll build villages and towns and... and... we'll play each other at cricket! Listen, maybe one day we'll capture a Fighting Machine, eh? Learn how to make 'em ourselves and then wallop! Our turn to do some wiping out! Whoosh with our Heat Ray - Whoosh! And them running and dying, beaten at their own game! Man on top again
I'm the fearsome baest in your foulest dreams, I'll wingwong you with a flibetigibbet of the nuclear Gordan Freeman and the Jorgen Meefen of atomic doom.
I'll fart through your windpipe and shit down your esophagus before ramming your eyeballs into your mother's clavicle.
My name is Atlas T. Kinge and i adore writing, reading, and generally murdering people violently with a croquet mallet.
I enjoy Pina Coladas without the alcoholic bits, Walks through corpse-filled rooms and occasional casual writing.
Good Day Kind Sir
Artilleryman: We'll build shops and hospitals and barracks right under their noses - right under their feet! Everything we need - banks, prisons and schools... We'll send scouting parties to collect books and stuff, and men like you'll teach the kids! Not poems and rubbish - science, so we can get everything working! We'll build villages and towns and... and... we'll play each other at cricket! Listen, maybe one day we'll capture a Fighting Machine, eh? Learn how to make 'em ourselves and then wallop! Our turn to do some wiping out! Whoosh with our Heat Ray - Whoosh! And them running and dying, beaten at their own game! Man on top again
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