director trench you have to stop. you smoke too tough. your swag too different. your head of research is too bad. they'll leave your insides by the door. orange peel
*necromancer having a bad day watching his skeleton army*
necromancer: faster, you useless piles of bones! move faster!
his second in command general skeletrex: sorry boss, but these here infernal machines weight a skelly-ton!
necromancer: *smiles* i needed that today, skeletrex
some fool tried to “trip” me earlier today as a sort of “practical joke”. Well, little did they know I had the glowing green jewel of kalahaxres in my pocket. when i fell to the ground it shattered and released the souls of the 9 demons. who’s been “pranked” now, simpleton