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"No, Fire Bolt. Halt." Celestia said, flying after him. "You will kill us all."
Drill arm punch. You upset my Big Daddy.
Punch! Your soul is mine!
Punch. No. You hurt my feelings.
Punch. Why? Why?
Punch. Pick on somebody your own size.
You almost got me with that one. Nice try.
Punch for the sake of punching.
"The world's ending. The Order. They're using your friend as a weapon. Filling him with magic until he... pops. He'll take the whole world with...
Punch. No touchy. Just... No.
Punch. Whatever.
Punch. Punch again. Punch once more. How does anyone who uses the internet not know what a PM is?
Punch. How does someone not know what PM stands for.
Punch. I'll do what I want!
Punch. Chaos and whatnot.
So... I live in Minnesota. And it's April. And it snowed. Again. All I see outside is snow. Yay. Nature.
Except when your creatures die. Then you're doomed. Side note: Pwn? Really? Noobs? Really? It's 2013, not 200-who even cares.
Nah, son. Gruul Clans for life. I didn't choose the Gruul life. The Gruul life chose me.
I've got three. Celestia, bro, slow down.
...Hmm... No. I enjoy my hands and human-ness. It would also be difficult to find love. I dunno 'bout you guys and gals, but I don't find horses...