Curses! A whole month gone, and what do I have to show for it?! Have I, the great and malevolent King Evil Robo-Bob Dole managed to capture the Roboshrub Capital/Headquarters?! No. Has my ally’s Armada Automata laid siege to the walls of the ancient supply sheds of Gardjaban? Kind of. Okay, not really. When I signed on to be the archetype of evil, the antagonist if you will, of Roboshrub Inc., I really expected a bigger, more robust role. Instead, I’ve been relegated to steerage. With my royal bloodline, I could have been the arch-enemy of any worthy foe across all the stars and even underwater.
Even the crazy guy who lives next door.
So today, instead of trying to invade you with Irish Rock music and armies, I’m going to try a different route and bring you around to my way of thinking through reasoned debate. Okay, here goes: I’m a king and you are a peasant. Obey me. That went well, don’t you think? Tomorrow I think I’ll go on tour so that I can demonstrate my fantastic debating skills to the unwashed masses, starting with that crazy guy who lives next door.
If I can teach him word-anger, or “debating” in the “new” English, the world is mine!
Until then, watch the skies. But not too closely! I don’t want your unworthy eyes to gaze upon the sun that I descended from. That’s right, according to my royal bloodline, the sun is my ancestor. Wanna fight about it?! Ha! I’m a king, you fool! You’ve already lost by default!
Even the crazy guy who lives next door.
So today, instead of trying to invade you with Irish Rock music and armies, I’m going to try a different route and bring you around to my way of thinking through reasoned debate. Okay, here goes: I’m a king and you are a peasant. Obey me. That went well, don’t you think? Tomorrow I think I’ll go on tour so that I can demonstrate my fantastic debating skills to the unwashed masses, starting with that crazy guy who lives next door.
If I can teach him word-anger, or “debating” in the “new” English, the world is mine!
Until then, watch the skies. But not too closely! I don’t want your unworthy eyes to gaze upon the sun that I descended from. That’s right, according to my royal bloodline, the sun is my ancestor. Wanna fight about it?! Ha! I’m a king, you fool! You’ve already lost by default!
"Dirty Rotten sons of Bitches" That is all I can say.
Or, cuddle into the warm bosom(?) of L>T.
Or, I find your word verifacation daunting.
We appreciate your punctuality. Keep your arms, legs, tail, wings, flippers, and extention chords inside the cart at all times. Price of admission is $10.
Word verification:
bmith
The negative-first commandment?
Negative first, negative third, whatever. It doesn't matter, as long as you've got a rubber hose and ten gallons of water.
It seems the rumours of your alien abduction were greatly exaggerated.
That's all they were... rumors.
Listen 'Rick whoeveryouare' I was talking to His Majasty.
So butt out.
"Your Heinous, I (l>t the lusty one) reconize your cry for help. You need to know some of us peons do reconize royal BLOOD.
We, say in the spirit of Cinco de Mayo, "Ponemos la comida en estas ollasen la enfriadera."
Lies and smoke! I bathe in the blood of royal sea spotters, not otters! A sea spotter is a fancy name I use to describe soda bottles.
So their blood would be soda. I bathe in soda. Sprite, specifically.
Hmmmm, that crazy guy that lives next door has a lawnmower that does 40 mph, you could use that for world domination, but you will have to overcome Sal & Company Ltd.
Ah, so you know spanish. That changes everything:
"Eche un poco mas salen el repollo."
Nobody owns the sun.
Except the makers of Lamisil.
PS> Don't mess with Lamisil.
My royal blood is not in question here! All that remains is whether or not you have prepared yourselves for utter devesation at the hands of the Armada Automata. They're coming.
Love the mutton chops : )