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Topic: Excruciators, fun for the whole family (Read 13035 times)
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ScreamingTemporalDoom
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That's why I never leave the house and wear tinfoil on my head. It keeps them all out.
Lies! Propaganda! THEY are using the tinfoil hats to get to you! Why do you think it's at a point, hmm? Why is it made out of conductive metal, eh? BECAUSE IT IS AN ANTENNA!! THEY know people will try to put on metal hats and that's when THEY will get them! You have bought into THEIR propaganda machine!
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ScreamingTemporalDoom
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I wonder what the long term effects of having an Excruciator (with a significantly reduced power output) would be.
Itching.
Lots and lots of itching.
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Kohr-Ah_Primat
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*nods* You can trace back all alien races' antisocial tendencies back to child abuse.
We welcome you to our space, perversely misguided spirits of hostile intent that you are. Perhaps it is simply that your species does not comprehend such subtle concepts as the unification of the inner self child with the universal love stream. So sad. Perhaps if we put it in terms you could understand Killing bad, bad. Is that better?
My telepathic sensors are telling me that you are repressing something. Repress, repress, repress. What is it? Come on. What is it? I see a smile. You're smiling. Tell Pkunky the secret. Come on, nasty alien gonna tell Birdy Pkunky big secret?
I sense that you are cautious. You feel that you are not yet ready to enter into the fullness of our compassion. I say to you, Let go!! Travel to our planet of love at the star you call Gamma Krueger and share the brightness of your soul with us. Unburden yourself of fears, become as a child once again release yourself to tears of joy! Go. Go now, young one. Go quickly!
See? All you need are the Pkunk to end all alien wars!
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« Last Edit: April 20, 2003, 10:03:54 am by Kohr-Ah_Primat »
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We are the Ur-Quan Kohr-Ah. Our nature, the fulfillment of our fate requires your destruction. You are filth. It is now your time to be cleansed.
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