Dax

The wall has cake. 84 HP.

No you. 84 HP.

I jump in to save the day. 84 HP.

I'll leave, for now. But I'll be right back if I see the killers return. 85 HP.

Tempting, very tempting. 85 HP.

*turns on fans* We're not as rich as you. Nor do we have coffee. 85 HP.

Gah. Wall is happy, I'm staying here, even though I don't want to. 85 HP.

Wall > Truck. 85 HP.

The wall continues listening to QOTSA. 85 HP.

Pew pew, I dodge this one. 85 HP.

The wall pew pews Napalm. 85 HP.

I hug the wall. 85 HP.

IT'S THERE TO BE LOVED. 85 HP.

The wall might be meeting with his bros and ladybros tomorrow. 85 HP. Annoying, innit?

At least I'm second, the wall is happy about that. 85 HP.

It's too loud, but the wall's OCD doesn't allow it to be anything lower than on 15. :thumbup: 85 HP.

YEAH. DA DA DA DA DA MEDICATION. The wall loves QOTSA. 85 HP.

The radio sucks, however, the CD the wall just put on, doesn't. 85 HP.

The wall switches his speakers off, and turns on the radio. 85 HP.

[good thing] 85 HP.

The wall meets C'thulthu, they become best of bros. 85 HP.

[bleep] YOU NAPALM. I keep messing up all these HP's. The wall is ok with it. 85 HP.

The wall enjoys the album he finally found. 86 HP.

SOMETHING GOOD HAPPENS TO THE WALL. 85 HP.

The wall eats some bread and gains some hearts. 85 HP.