Who's the silly jelly who thinks he can topple my crown?

Oh baby you are so phased

Time warp much? Stuck in the continuum?

Battleaxe set to hew, squishy. I keep it rusty, double the immorality, eh? All your kingdom are belong to me. And I no be wantin’ yeh crawn, lest it brings me teh whores and drink!

When I’m done up in this she dog, there’ll be naught left but rotting carcasses, grinning and hee hawing at yar defeat!

No wait, hold that thought, I need dem bones to make chairs with, and dolls for my girls.

And I’ve not been phased, mister Zenny PewPew, but you caught me at a bad time…I’m all listening to Viking Pirate skull bashing.

But I could still own your throne even if I wasn’t, mind. MIND!

I jabberwockied your ugly puss in boots, wench. Pew pew is what I am doing to your derriere as you weep with pain and ecstasy – fear not for death cometh soon enough – those are tears streaming down your face – beg – but there is no hope.

Dieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee bitch of Hades

I know not to beg, fear, nor to weep, lest they be tears of blood. ’‘shows off eye patch’’ SEEEE??

Now if you got some ale round eer, I may go easy on you. May. And death? When that happens, as a brave warrior, when I do meet my demise, I shall fight forever and forever…too bad you won’t be there.

seriously though, you know about Mass Effect?

Seriously? I need my meds and some pepto-bismol and I’m off to take a little nappy poo. Seeya laterz.
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WENCH.

there is no later in Valhalla. nighty nights bro :D

What the hell are you all talking about???

Get a room…

@Symbeline @zensky You can run but you can’t never hide from the shadow that’s creeping up inside you.

Ummmmmm, yeah, sure fine, me

@blueiiznh Mine was a lyric from Two Steps Behind.

What crown? Crown of lead dumbtacks?

i will take you down, madachuca!

Is this a question?

It was a fight between Sym and me last night/this morning.

Anyone is welcome to make do with it as they please.

Uhh…

HE may be a SHE!

How do you sleep at night?

“O sleep, O gentle sleep,
Nature’s soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down
And steep my senses in forgetfulness?....
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.”