Zack: All hail the Tetravus, herald of overly-complicated rules, harbinger of the end of this goddamn article.
Steve: I didn't see you tap any lands to summon the artifact.
Zack: All the mana I needed was stored in my Mox Fuck You.
Steve: Awwww and we were getting along so well other than that time you cussed at me.
Zack: Steve, I sat and stared at "Steve is typing a message" for like half an hour while you typed up that goddamn poop story. Each nugget was more disgusting than the one that came before it.
Steve: Nah, it was all in one huge log. Equal gross consistency.
Zack: AAAAA!!! Steve!
Steve: See you later folks!
Zack: I hope you die a toilet death.
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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