Hi, I'm mmyers, I'm coming to you in my natural state: a wheelchair and with bad acne. This contest *cough**cough* means more to me than life itself.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just get a little choked up thinking about it. Ever since my mom died...
Woe-woe, this is ridiculous. I don't have acne and my Mom isn't dead. You're taking this over the top. I'm not paying you to lie, I'm paying you to garner me sympathy. And we don't even look alike.
Look, if you want flickguy to vote for you, he's got to pity you, so if he thinks your legs are paralyzed---
But you're not even paralyzed. Your toes are wiggling...in fact, you're tickling my leg with them right now...ya know, I think this partnership is over.
