CD gets scratched and doesn't work anymore.

 

He is limited to the radio, which is justin beiber on loop.

 

84 HP.

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

 

85 HP.

The wall listens to this:

 

84 HP.

 

It seems ninja died due to the CRAZYBUS overdose.

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

 

85 HP.

The wall celebrates my 400th post in this thread by getting punched in the face.

 

84 HP.

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

 

85 HP.

We're in a stalemate here, Dax.

 

Stop posting.

 

84 HP.

The wall might be meeting with his bros and ladybros tomorrow.

 

85 HP.

 

Annoying, innit?

I'm not gonna even think of reasons to hurt the wall anymore. I hurt it just because it is there to be hurt.

 

84 HP.

IT'S THERE TO BE LOVED.

 

85 HP.

I eat a slice of sunshine pie.

 

84 HP.

I hug the wall.

 

85 HP.

I punch Dax.

 

Sorry, you were in the way.

 

84 HP.

The wall pew pews Napalm.

 

85 HP.

And hits you, because you were hugging the wall.

 

84 HP.

 

Cmon, I'm sure there are many other things you want to do right now rather than post in this thread...

 

Just stop, and maybe you can go have some fun?

Pew pew, I dodge this one.

 

85 HP.

I whistle 'round the world.

 

84 HP.

The wall continues listening to QOTSA.

 

85 HP.

A random truck breaks through the wall of his bedroom and runs him over.

 

84 HP.

Wall > Truck.

 

85 HP.

I DON'T THINK SO TIM.

 

84 HP.

 

This is getting quite tiresome. I'm gonna go prepare some coffee.

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

 

85 HP.

I take a sip of my coffee and turn on the air conditioner.

 

84 HP.

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

 

85 HP.

I hit the wall with my whip while he works at the coffee plantation.

 

84 HP.

 

Cmon dax, let's call a truce and each go our own way.