Steve: Tornado man hates cones.
Zack: Are we on the same page on this font shit yet?Steve: I don't know dude, I was more interested in the fact that tornado man has tornado thumbs. Like, he can open tornado doors.
Zack: So this giant, evil Michelin Man is the equivalent of a storm god throwing the Xbox controller at the TV.
Steve: Yeah, if the Xbox controller was like hundreds of feet tall and destroying cities.Zack: I'm afraid it's much worse than that, Steve. Xbox controllers are destroying an entire generation of our tweens with a sedentary lifestyle.
Steve: But Xbox totally makes up for that by preparing them for a lifetime of low level tech supporting by yelling horrible things at strangers over their headsets.
Zack: If you're wondering how you fight something like this thing, well, here's how Craig thinks it would go down:
Zack: Wow, what a blast. Prior to combat buff this monster like crazy then roll to attack everyone all at once and cast multiple spells per round. Then summon another giant, super-powerful monster that also does eight things a turn.
Steve: Yeah, but the imagery of devastation is wicked.Zack: It's a cartoon tornado fist-fighting trees.
The singer dove off the stage and crowd surfed in a sort of reverse funeral procession where the person being carried is the only one truly alive. Touching him I felt religious ecstasy and started speaking in tongues and requesting songs that didn't exist.
There's no easy way to put this, so I'll tell it like it is. Bouillon is died. He went missing before the weekend and yesterday I found his skeletonized remains at the bottom of the #3 soup vat during one of my swims. I thought the cream of mushroom soup had an especially nourishing taste, and a lot more clumps of fur and skin than usual.
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