Hydrogen: God, that thing is such a xenomorph wannabe it’s not even funny.
Trillaphon: From the waist up, it’s pure lawsuit territory. Much like that professor guy is from the waist down.
Hydrogen: We could dwell on the fact that he’s an Alien monster who likes to trap women in the dehydrated placenta of Lord Satan and forcefully impregnate them with its young, who by the way burst out of their chests and tear them apart (totally by coincidence), but the real highlight is that wall-smashing move that he stole from Grim.
Trillaphon: That was the deadliest wrestling entrance since Owen Hart. Or since Chris Benoit got home from the shotgun store.
Hydrogen: And burst through his own wall.
Trillaphon: DON’T LOOK INTO HIS EYES, THEY’RE TOO DREAMY! IT’S LIKE 1997 LEO, WITHOUT THE SMARM!
Hydrogen: After hours of shooting him over and over to no effect, they finally found his weakness: water, water which is also on fire. A potent combination.
Trillaphon: “Hey Sadge, he’s boiling like a friggin’ lawbstah. Whatta queeyah!”
Hydrogen: The Departed (From Acting School With a D- Average).
We're not going to solve gun massacres with bad manners, people.
The guns are gone. Now what happens to all those paper targets? Don't tell me you forgot about the paper targets. The ones hanging from little clips on fancy clotheslines at shooting ranges. With no guns to destroy these legions of paper bastards, they go unchecked.
A sign proclaiming "BACTA: DA FUTURE" marks the town's medical clinic
1998: I upload dave.pcx, and change the course of history
Set goals for yourself, and fulfill them. Absurd! Only in video games!
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