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Drop what you're doing! (the future is all up in your face!)


Harbl_the_Mudkip

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Drop what you're doing! The master of castor has arrived to lay down the disaster like Kaiser B'noffle on crack beats squirrels with a hacky sack.

 

 

 

What's my name son?

 

 

 

What's my name son?

 

 

 

What's my name son?

 

 

 

And all you people in chicken land yell: Harbl the Mudkip!

 

 

 

Boom-Chicka-Wawa!

 

 

 

..............................

 

 

 

*suddenly, Wesley Snipes appears out of thin air and slaps you in the face*

 

 

 

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You gonna let Wesley Snipes treat you like that?

 

 

 

Can I get a "Hell no!" ?

 

 

 

Slap that fool right back son!

 

 

 

*Harbl the Mudkip summons Mr.T"

 

 

 

OH SNAP!

 

 

 

*Wesley Snipes dams him for massive damage!*

 

 

 

Wait, wait...

 

 

 

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BAM!!!

 

 

 

*Mr.T strikes Wesley Snipes IN THE EYE killing him intstantly!*

 

 

 

Say what?

 

 

 

SHIFTING YOU NOW... THE FUTURE IS IN YOUR FACE!

 

 

 

Drop what you're doing!

 

 

 

*hands out delectable breakfast foods*

 

 

 

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Umm, yummy!!!!

 

 

 

SHIFT IT!

 

 

 

******** ************** *************** *********** *********** ************

 

 

 

Drop what you're doing! All you English bike riding types lazing about in your easy bake chicken suits, thinking of better ways to make your minds small and your bellies fat.

 

 

 

 

 

IT IS TIME.

 

 

 

*points the Picture Gun at YOUR FACE*

 

 

 

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BAM!

 

 

 

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BAM!

 

 

 

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BAM!

 

 

 

*Your face becomes a tomato*

 

 

 

Stop peddling muffins Horatios!

 

 

 

Peace out.

 

 

 

 

 

*Throws the B'noffle stick to the next poster*

 

 

 

Beat me down son!

IDIFTL

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My heart is broken by the terrible loss I have sustained in my old friends and companions and my poor soldiers. Believe me, nothing except a battle lost can be half so melancholy as a battle won. -Sir Arthur Wellesley

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