TTanT

[hide=Me On a Good Day] [/hide] You could say that I have a 'unique' style.

We don't serve your kind here.

Wait, you're a building? Dang. I summon Cthulhu on you by sacrificing Retech.

Omg, don't godmod my attacks so that they miss! Anyways.... I count how many crates there are. I then divide that number by 0. The implode and create tiny black holes. They then start sucking in surrounding matter.

If you bought them, then I'm afraid it's potluck for you.

Or just go here. It'll tell you everything you need to know. Or at least, it did so for me.

:twss:

I pull a shortfaced bear out of my trenchcoat and hurl it at Grim. I thenpull out retech and use him as a shield against the antena rain. I then projectile vomit hydrocloric acid at Mather.

I kick the child shaped bomb away, realizing it's true nature when it refuses candy. The sedative in said candy makes Retech fall asleep. My head breaks the glass in the window. I then throw a super expensive toy at Mather, and every child in the playground that isn't already mine attacks him for it.

Then no-one is safe.

The person who called me a pedophile gets stabbed in the groin by a passing teenager.

I begin tempting kiddies in with novocain and stuffing them into my Trenchcoat.

I begin passing more booze to the kiddies inside my tenchcoat.

Yeah, I trained my children well. I throw an infant at Retech.

The seven year old reaches down you throat and begins stabbing you with a small knife. Oh, and my hair is extremely basic. A 13 on the pH scale.

Why were they in your trench coat in the first place? Sounds awfully suspicious. . . Well, how else is a caring parent to transport his/her children? The corpses are because I occasionally forget to feed them. For a few months. My hair bites back, Mather. Then a seven year old gnaws on your arm.

I get lone pimples on my forehead, cheeks, and neck fairly regularly. However, I have a sure-fire way of destroying them without using any medicine. Tweezers. The only pimples I can't pop with tweezers are ones on my inner nostril. That requires a sterilized needle. However, I've started to get a bit obsessive, and I'm popping them before whiteheads even show up. Oh well, I get sick satisfaction out of it.

The kiddies in my trenchcoat were my children. I gave birth to them. I am confused by people moving children from compartment to compartment of my trenchcoat. I become enraged. I attack Pie and Mather, dual wielding two toddlers.

But, I can see my veins all the way up my arms. So I doubt my skin is particularly thick. Maybe I need to get hurt more often....

A Dsi, a ring, a meter long (approximately 3centimets in diameter) tube of gumballs, and a chess set that can play itself.

On this note, I don't remember the last time I got a bruise. Even when I got slammed in the face with a spinning bottomfist suring karate (my partner, well, she decided not to look where her arm was going). And that knocked me over and sent my glasses flying. Mind, I don't get injured all that often, but I don't remember being bruised ever.* *TTanT is not responsible for any inaccuracies caused by a poor memory.

That was an enjoyable movie. I saw it in 3D, although not imax 3d.

I begin passing drinks to the children in my trenchcoat. I drink some, too.

I thought that, too. But then I remember I was in general discussion. And imagine walking to your house.

It's a good thing I QFT'd my original post.