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The Epic Battle Continues...
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| Blast! You've defeated my wrestler, but I still have an ace left up my sleeve... | |
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| Oh, for God's sake, no one gives a damn about your gay-ass sleeves and your pedophiliac plans. | |
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| Wha... Why I've never been so insulted! If I was capable of moving my fatass arms, I would bludgeon you into submission! | |
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| Oh, just fucking die you disgusting fat fucking fanboy. HADOKEN! | |
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| OH GOD, MY FAT HAS MADE THE FLAMES THAT MUCH MORE INTENSE! MUST... MAKE... KAWAII... EMOTICON... BEFORE... I... DIE... ;_; | |
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| You know, people really do smell like bacon. Huh, I guess I owe Lewis a Coke. | |
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