Quote:
Originally Posted by darkhunter
They say the cake is a lie. I have been there and found that there WAS cake, and my Companion Cube.
The Companion Cube was my true freind. It never lied to me, nor stabbed me in the back. I was greatly saddened to have been forced to kill my Companion Cube, and am greatly gladdened that I did NOT actually kill it.
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That was a bit too
real for my tastes. . .
Weeping calamari,
Upon the midnight mocha,
Cast your nets through soap,
For Pintos are beaking turgid,
Smell the musty rainbow,
Fluff this warm pudding,
That blowtorches can but stipple,
For Norbert cries in tofu,
We task thistle to stromalite ,
And break the monkeys elven twist.