Fawful: I HAVE FRESH LEMON SCENT.
Citrus Man: Fawful, join the Citrus side. Your lemony powarzZ are lemony fresh.
MMM: Yes, join my army of fruit!
XXX: MMM! You have no chance to survive male your time!
MMM: My third cousin twice removed by a bobcat! What are you doing here?
XXX: I will finally defeat you, you, who have ALWAYS drankunken all the peanut juice at Thanksgiving, will PAY.
MMM: First, you must defeat my army of citruses(citrii?)!
XXX: Your citrii are no match against.... wait, where is it.... crap, I lost it... no... wait... oh, yeah, hidden pocket... no, not there.... Oh, its in my shirt pocket, here we go! PEN KNIFE OF YOUR IMPERTINENT DOOMâ„¢(and bunniesâ„¢)!â„¢
MMM: I reel at the amount of trade marks!
XXX: ™™™™™™™™™™!!111oneone
MMM: *GREARS*
Grear: I HAVE FURY!
XXX: It's the legendary Grear! I, shall capture you! Pokeball, GO!
Grear: GREAR! GREAR!
MMM: *IMPLODES*
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"Good writers touch life often. Mediocre ones run a hand over her. Bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies." - Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
Edited by - MamaMia Mario on 1/24/2004 10:45:37 PM