Hellloo. Gharbad the weak here. Are you tired of living in Hell? Do you want more out of life than to be killed by some wandering hero?
Iff sooo, then you should vote out the old president Diablo, the lord of terror, and vote for Gharbad the weak! No hurt Gharbad! Gharbad make gooood president.
"Paid for by Gharbad the weak, because Gharbad has no friends."
Bring your souls here! We exchange souls for wishes! Best rates in town!
WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU"RE DOING!
I'm buying people's souls in exchange for their innermost desires. Why? Do you want to sell me your soul?
NO! Listen, don't you know who I am? This is my racket. You can't do this! I've been corrupting souls for the last six thousand years! Stop this right now!
What's the matter old man? Afraid of a little competition?
So let me get this straight. If I give you my soul, you'll give me my innermost desire?
Yeah, that's the way it works.
You're on! Let me have what I most desire.
Just go down that alley over there.
Oh no! I've lost my glasses. I think they fell on the floor. I'll just have to bend down and look for them. Hope no one notices the rip in the back of my pants.
And now for the international debate between the world leaders.
Saddam, I know you've got them there weapons of mass destruction. Get rid of them or we're gonna havta come in there and butcher you and your family and your Axis of Evil you damn commie, hippie punk.
(You stupid capitalst pig-dog. I have no idea what weapons you are talking about. The secret bunker located next to the dairy queen down the street only contains, uh, puppies. Cute fluffy puppies.
Damn it Saddam, I'm startin' ta feel like Martin Sheen in "The Dead Zone". If you push me anymore I'll nuke your ass.
(I am unimpressed with your bravado, you American pig-dog. I display my middle finger for your approval.)
We've just recieved word that Presidential hopeful "Gharbad the Weak" will also join the debate.
Pleeease. No hurt Gharbad. No kill. Gharbad make you something goooood.
"Gharbad the Weak" and Saddam debate over the nature of "Something goooood".
If you no hurt Gharbad, Gharbad make you something gooood.
(Infereior fool! I can not be bought off with beads and trinkets like your American President. Give me something of value!)
What you want?
(I require many wepaons of mass destruction that I may turn against foriegn enemies. And when I say foriegn enemies, I mean you and your capitolist pig-dog country.)
If memory serves me correctly, I need to find a chef that will put up token resistance to my Titanium Chef. I believe that I remember some kid standing outside the building that might work out well.
"YES! That young man standing out front will make the perfect competitor for my Titanium chef!"
Hey look at the wacko dressed up in the frilly outfit. Hahahahaha! What a fag!
And in the likely event that he loses I can use him for our theme ingredient next week. YES!!!
Gharbad liked boooth dishes. But Gharbad had to vote for the huuuman. Rooobots can't voooote.
I know nozing of ze cuisine. Ha I've been fooling you all this time. I'm actually here in diguise to screw things up! Hahahaha. I ruined your comic Ender! Take that!
Uh. I didn't get to try it. And I'm still stuck. Hello? Would someone PLEASE come and get your savior down!
Are you tired of never getting laid because you're always playing videogames?
And how! Man, I'm hor... uh lonely!
Now you too can have a girlfriend with the new "Virtuagirl" from Squarehard. She does everything (and we do mean EVERYTHING) that a real girlfriend does.
WOO-HOO! Lets get it on baby!
Sure.
Why are you just standing there. Do something.
Sorry, I have to wait for my action bar to fill up. I'm turn based, you know.
My angst is but a characteristic of my discontentment with my own integration into society. Society is not at fault, but nor am I for my non-conformist attitude.
I like cheese. I like ice cream too. Lets put them together.
The nail prevents my brains from falling out.
My anus! It bleeds with FURY!!!
What the HELL was that.
I think it was an advanced case of writer's block. You know what they say, if you can't get the idea's out of your head, pull them out of your ass.