*lights fluffy's eyeballs. Fluffy looks like a man undergoing possession, his hands clawing at his flaming eye-sockets, he would probably be running around madly if his testicles weren't attached to the floor. The fire quickly spreads to the rest of his head, before with a final scream his body collapses foward on to the ground, the screws attaching his testicles to the floor tearing free.*
Shall we do it again?
"We the unwilling, led by the unknowning, have been doing the impossible for the ungrateful. In fact, we have been doing so much with so little for so long, we now believe we can do anything, with nothing, in no time at all."
"Neither by chance nor destiny."
Polar Bear. Igloo. Radar. Eggman.
It’s like crack. Crack that slaps you in the face and calls you a ***. And you like it.