naryar will probably win
Our conflict will be LEGENDARY, our weapons will clash with the sound of thunder and we shall both rejoice in the feeling of battle ! GLORY IN COMBAT ! GLORY IN COMBAT ETERNAL !I haven't laughed so hard in so long. XD
Madman wins. :trollface
MaybeMadman wins. :trollface
You still mad over that BoF victory ?
Thanks for the compliment.naryar will probably win
I'm not so sure. I know Madman is capable of beating me...
All the better ! A worthy opponent, capable of posing threat to THE MIGHTY NARYAR !
Our conflict will be LEGENDARY, our weapons will clash with the sound of thunder and we shall both rejoice in the feeling of battle ! GLORY IN COMBAT ! GLORY IN COMBAT ETERNAL !
MERE TALK. IT MEANS NOTHING, COMING FROM A PATHETIC INSECT LIKE YOU. I WILL CRUSH YOUR BOT AND WILL SEND YOU REELING BACK INTO THE STINKING HOLE THAT IS HOME TO SCUM LIKE YOU.I WILL CRUSH YOU UNTIL YOU'RE MERE SLIME (OH, WAIT, YOU ARE SLIME ALREADY) THEN SEND YOU TO NEW JERSEY.
YOU TALK A LOT FOR A PUNY INSECT. LET'S SEE IF YOU CAN BACK UP WHAT YOU SAY, MAGGOT.MERE TALK. IT MEANS NOTHING, COMING FROM A PATHETIC INSECT LIKE YOU. I WILL CRUSH YOUR BOT AND WILL SEND YOU REELING BACK INTO THE STINKING HOLE THAT IS HOME TO SCUM LIKE YOU.I WILL CRUSH YOU UNTIL YOU'RE MERE SLIME (OH, WAIT, YOU ARE SLIME ALREADY) THEN SEND YOU TO NEW JERSEY.
OKAY MAYBE THE IDEA OF SENDING YOU TO NEW JERSEY IS EVIL BEYOND MY CONTROL, BUT I'LL CRUSH YOU, YOU PUTRID, FESTERING OLD CORPSE.YOU TALK A LOT FOR A PUNY INSECT. LET'S SEE IF YOU CAN BACK UP WHAT YOU SAY, MAGGOT.MERE TALK. IT MEANS NOTHING, COMING FROM A PATHETIC INSECT LIKE YOU. I WILL CRUSH YOUR BOT AND WILL SEND YOU REELING BACK INTO THE STINKING HOLE THAT IS HOME TO SCUM LIKE YOU.I WILL CRUSH YOU UNTIL YOU'RE MERE SLIME (OH, WAIT, YOU ARE SLIME ALREADY) THEN SEND YOU TO NEW JERSEY.
CRUSHING A PUTRID, FESTERING OLD CORPSE ? BEST WAY TO GET YOURSELF AN INFECTION, OH WISE ONE. BUT AS ALWAYS YOU ARE FOOLING YOURSELF. DIE NOW IN ETERNAL TORMENT, AND BARK IN VAIN !OKAY MAYBE THE IDEA OF SENDING YOU TO NEW JERSEY IS EVIL BEYOND MY CONTROL, BUT I'LL CRUSH YOU, YOU PUTRID, FESTERING OLD CORPSE.YOU TALK A LOT FOR A PUNY INSECT. LET'S SEE IF YOU CAN BACK UP WHAT YOU SAY, MAGGOT.MERE TALK. IT MEANS NOTHING, COMING FROM A PATHETIC INSECT LIKE YOU. I WILL CRUSH YOUR BOT AND WILL SEND YOU REELING BACK INTO THE STINKING HOLE THAT IS HOME TO SCUM LIKE YOU.I WILL CRUSH YOU UNTIL YOU'RE MERE SLIME (OH, WAIT, YOU ARE SLIME ALREADY) THEN SEND YOU TO NEW JERSEY.
YOU SEEM TO BE FOOLING YOURSELF, TOO, WORM. NOW BURN IN MY INFINITE HATRED FOR YOUR PATHETIC FORM.AS ALWAYS YOU ARE FOOLING YOURSELF. DIE NOW IN ETERNAL TORMENT, AND BARK IN VAIN !OKAY MAYBE THE IDEA OF SENDING YOU TO NEW JERSEY IS EVIL BEYOND MY CONTROL, BUT I'LL CRUSH YOU, YOU PUTRID, FESTERING OLD CORPSE.YOU TALK A LOT FOR A PUNY INSECT. LET'S SEE IF YOU CAN BACK UP WHAT YOU SAY, MAGGOT.MERE TALK. IT MEANS NOTHING, COMING FROM A PATHETIC INSECT LIKE YOU. I WILL CRUSH YOUR BOT AND WILL SEND YOU REELING BACK INTO THE STINKING HOLE THAT IS HOME TO SCUM LIKE YOU.I WILL CRUSH YOU UNTIL YOU'RE MERE SLIME (OH, WAIT, YOU ARE SLIME ALREADY) THEN SEND YOU TO NEW JERSEY.
YOU ARE NOTHING, AND YOU WEIGH NOTHING BEFORE MY POWER ! I AM THE MIGHTY NARYAR, AND YOU SHALL BE SLAIN BY MY HAND !YOU SEEM TO BE FOOLING YOURSELF, TOO, WORM. NOW BURN IN MY INFINITE HATRED FOR YOUR PATHETIC FORM.AS ALWAYS YOU ARE FOOLING YOURSELF. DIE NOW IN ETERNAL TORMENT, AND BARK IN VAIN !OKAY MAYBE THE IDEA OF SENDING YOU TO NEW JERSEY IS EVIL BEYOND MY CONTROL, BUT I'LL CRUSH YOU, YOU PUTRID, FESTERING OLD CORPSE.YOU TALK A LOT FOR A PUNY INSECT. LET'S SEE IF YOU CAN BACK UP WHAT YOU SAY, MAGGOT.MERE TALK. IT MEANS NOTHING, COMING FROM A PATHETIC INSECT LIKE YOU. I WILL CRUSH YOUR BOT AND WILL SEND YOU REELING BACK INTO THE STINKING HOLE THAT IS HOME TO SCUM LIKE YOU.I WILL CRUSH YOU UNTIL YOU'RE MERE SLIME (OH, WAIT, YOU ARE SLIME ALREADY) THEN SEND YOU TO NEW JERSEY.
YOUR PRETTY DAMN OBESE, TOO. NO WONDER I WEIGH NOTHING COMPARED TO YOUR PORTLINESS. AND JOY, IT WILL MAKE YOU BURN EVEN FASTER IN THE FLAMES OF MY HATE!YOU ARE NOTHING, AND YOU WEIGH NOTHING BEFORE MY POWER ! I AM THE MIGHTY NARYAR, AND YOU SHALL BE SLAIN BY MY HAND !YOU SEEM TO BE FOOLING YOURSELF, TOO, WORM. NOW BURN IN MY INFINITE HATRED FOR YOUR PATHETIC FORM.AS ALWAYS YOU ARE FOOLING YOURSELF. DIE NOW IN ETERNAL TORMENT, AND BARK IN VAIN !OKAY MAYBE THE IDEA OF SENDING YOU TO NEW JERSEY IS EVIL BEYOND MY CONTROL, BUT I'LL CRUSH YOU, YOU PUTRID, FESTERING OLD CORPSE.YOU TALK A LOT FOR A PUNY INSECT. LET'S SEE IF YOU CAN BACK UP WHAT YOU SAY, MAGGOT.MERE TALK. IT MEANS NOTHING, COMING FROM A PATHETIC INSECT LIKE YOU. I WILL CRUSH YOUR BOT AND WILL SEND YOU REELING BACK INTO THE STINKING HOLE THAT IS HOME TO SCUM LIKE YOU.I WILL CRUSH YOU UNTIL YOU'RE MERE SLIME (OH, WAIT, YOU ARE SLIME ALREADY) THEN SEND YOU TO NEW JERSEY.
YOU ARE AN INSECT AND I AM A GIANT. YOU WILL LOSE ! AND MY BURNING PASSION MAKES ME IMMUNE TO FIRE !YOUR PRETTY DAMN OBESE, TOO. NO WONDER I WEIGH NOTHING COMPARED TO YOUR PORTLINESS. AND JOY, IT WILL MAKE YOU BURN EVEN FASTER IN THE FLAMES OF MY HATE!YOU ARE NOTHING, AND YOU WEIGH NOTHING BEFORE MY POWER ! I AM THE MIGHTY NARYAR, AND YOU SHALL BE SLAIN BY MY HAND !YOU SEEM TO BE FOOLING YOURSELF, TOO, WORM. NOW BURN IN MY INFINITE HATRED FOR YOUR PATHETIC FORM.AS ALWAYS YOU ARE FOOLING YOURSELF. DIE NOW IN ETERNAL TORMENT, AND BARK IN VAIN !OKAY MAYBE THE IDEA OF SENDING YOU TO NEW JERSEY IS EVIL BEYOND MY CONTROL, BUT I'LL CRUSH YOU, YOU PUTRID, FESTERING OLD CORPSE.YOU TALK A LOT FOR A PUNY INSECT. LET'S SEE IF YOU CAN BACK UP WHAT YOU SAY, MAGGOT.MERE TALK. IT MEANS NOTHING, COMING FROM A PATHETIC INSECT LIKE YOU. I WILL CRUSH YOUR BOT AND WILL SEND YOU REELING BACK INTO THE STINKING HOLE THAT IS HOME TO SCUM LIKE YOU.I WILL CRUSH YOU UNTIL YOU'RE MERE SLIME (OH, WAIT, YOU ARE SLIME ALREADY) THEN SEND YOU TO NEW JERSEY.
FOOL! I AM A GOD AND YOU ARE SIMPLY SEWER SLIME THAT DOES NOT KNOW ITS PLACE!YOU ARE AN INSECT AND I AM A GIANT. YOU WILL LOSE ! AND MY BURNING PASSION MAKES ME IMMUNE TO FIRE !YOUR PRETTY DAMN OBESE, TOO. NO WONDER I WEIGH NOTHING COMPARED TO YOUR PORTLINESS. AND JOY, IT WILL MAKE YOU BURN EVEN FASTER IN THE FLAMES OF MY HATE!YOU ARE NOTHING, AND YOU WEIGH NOTHING BEFORE MY POWER ! I AM THE MIGHTY NARYAR, AND YOU SHALL BE SLAIN BY MY HAND !YOU SEEM TO BE FOOLING YOURSELF, TOO, WORM. NOW BURN IN MY INFINITE HATRED FOR YOUR PATHETIC FORM.AS ALWAYS YOU ARE FOOLING YOURSELF. DIE NOW IN ETERNAL TORMENT, AND BARK IN VAIN !OKAY MAYBE THE IDEA OF SENDING YOU TO NEW JERSEY IS EVIL BEYOND MY CONTROL, BUT I'LL CRUSH YOU, YOU PUTRID, FESTERING OLD CORPSE.YOU TALK A LOT FOR A PUNY INSECT. LET'S SEE IF YOU CAN BACK UP WHAT YOU SAY, MAGGOT.MERE TALK. IT MEANS NOTHING, COMING FROM A PATHETIC INSECT LIKE YOU. I WILL CRUSH YOUR BOT AND WILL SEND YOU REELING BACK INTO THE STINKING HOLE THAT IS HOME TO SCUM LIKE YOU.I WILL CRUSH YOU UNTIL YOU'RE MERE SLIME (OH, WAIT, YOU ARE SLIME ALREADY) THEN SEND YOU TO NEW JERSEY.
FOOL! I AM A GOD AND YOU ARE SIMPLY SEWER SLIME THAT DOES NOT KNOW ITS PLACE!YOU ARE AN INSECT AND I AM A GIANT. YOU WILL LOSE ! AND MY BURNING PASSION MAKES ME IMMUNE TO FIRE !YOUR PRETTY DAMN OBESE, TOO. NO WONDER I WEIGH NOTHING COMPARED TO YOUR PORTLINESS. AND JOY, IT WILL MAKE YOU BURN EVEN FASTER IN THE FLAMES OF MY HATE!YOU ARE NOTHING, AND YOU WEIGH NOTHING BEFORE MY POWER ! I AM THE MIGHTY NARYAR, AND YOU SHALL BE SLAIN BY MY HAND !YOU SEEM TO BE FOOLING YOURSELF, TOO, WORM. NOW BURN IN MY INFINITE HATRED FOR YOUR PATHETIC FORM.AS ALWAYS YOU ARE FOOLING YOURSELF. DIE NOW IN ETERNAL TORMENT, AND BARK IN VAIN !OKAY MAYBE THE IDEA OF SENDING YOU TO NEW JERSEY IS EVIL BEYOND MY CONTROL, BUT I'LL CRUSH YOU, YOU PUTRID, FESTERING OLD CORPSE.YOU TALK A LOT FOR A PUNY INSECT. LET'S SEE IF YOU CAN BACK UP WHAT YOU SAY, MAGGOT.MERE TALK. IT MEANS NOTHING, COMING FROM A PATHETIC INSECT LIKE YOU. I WILL CRUSH YOUR BOT AND WILL SEND YOU REELING BACK INTO THE STINKING HOLE THAT IS HOME TO SCUM LIKE YOU.I WILL CRUSH YOU UNTIL YOU'RE MERE SLIME (OH, WAIT, YOU ARE SLIME ALREADY) THEN SEND YOU TO NEW JERSEY.
THAT'S RIGHT. NOW NOT EVERYBODY NEEDS TO GET HURT; JUST YOU AND NARY.FOOL! I AM A GOD AND YOU ARE SIMPLY SEWER SLIME THAT DOES NOT KNOW ITS PLACE!YOU ARE AN INSECT AND I AM A GIANT. YOU WILL LOSE ! AND MY BURNING PASSION MAKES ME IMMUNE TO FIRE !YOUR PRETTY DAMN OBESE, TOO. NO WONDER I WEIGH NOTHING COMPARED TO YOUR PORTLINESS. AND JOY, IT WILL MAKE YOU BURN EVEN FASTER IN THE FLAMES OF MY HATE!YOU ARE NOTHING, AND YOU WEIGH NOTHING BEFORE MY POWER ! I AM THE MIGHTY NARYAR, AND YOU SHALL BE SLAIN BY MY HAND !YOU SEEM TO BE FOOLING YOURSELF, TOO, WORM. NOW BURN IN MY INFINITE HATRED FOR YOUR PATHETIC FORM.AS ALWAYS YOU ARE FOOLING YOURSELF. DIE NOW IN ETERNAL TORMENT, AND BARK IN VAIN !OKAY MAYBE THE IDEA OF SENDING YOU TO NEW JERSEY IS EVIL BEYOND MY CONTROL, BUT I'LL CRUSH YOU, YOU PUTRID, FESTERING OLD CORPSE.YOU TALK A LOT FOR A PUNY INSECT. LET'S SEE IF YOU CAN BACK UP WHAT YOU SAY, MAGGOT.MERE TALK. IT MEANS NOTHING, COMING FROM A PATHETIC INSECT LIKE YOU. I WILL CRUSH YOUR BOT AND WILL SEND YOU REELING BACK INTO THE STINKING HOLE THAT IS HOME TO SCUM LIKE YOU.I WILL CRUSH YOU UNTIL YOU'RE MERE SLIME (OH, WAIT, YOU ARE SLIME ALREADY) THEN SEND YOU TO NEW JERSEY.YOU BOTH ARE MEASLY HUMANS! I AM A GOD AMONG MEN! NOW BOW BEFORE YOUR MASTER!
Whoops not the manly thread, go Madman.
LISTEN NOT TO THE OTHER FOOL, LEST YOU MISS MY BLADE CLEAVING YOUR PITIFUL, FRAIL NECK.THAT'S RIGHT. NOW NOT EVERYBODY NEEDS TO GET HURT; JUST YOU AND NARY.FOOL! I AM A GOD AND YOU ARE SIMPLY SEWER SLIME THAT DOES NOT KNOW ITS PLACE!YOU ARE AN INSECT AND I AM A GIANT. YOU WILL LOSE ! AND MY BURNING PASSION MAKES ME IMMUNE TO FIRE !YOUR PRETTY DAMN OBESE, TOO. NO WONDER I WEIGH NOTHING COMPARED TO YOUR PORTLINESS. AND JOY, IT WILL MAKE YOU BURN EVEN FASTER IN THE FLAMES OF MY HATE!YOU ARE NOTHING, AND YOU WEIGH NOTHING BEFORE MY POWER ! I AM THE MIGHTY NARYAR, AND YOU SHALL BE SLAIN BY MY HAND !YOU SEEM TO BE FOOLING YOURSELF, TOO, WORM. NOW BURN IN MY INFINITE HATRED FOR YOUR PATHETIC FORM.AS ALWAYS YOU ARE FOOLING YOURSELF. DIE NOW IN ETERNAL TORMENT, AND BARK IN VAIN !OKAY MAYBE THE IDEA OF SENDING YOU TO NEW JERSEY IS EVIL BEYOND MY CONTROL, BUT I'LL CRUSH YOU, YOU PUTRID, FESTERING OLD CORPSE.YOU TALK A LOT FOR A PUNY INSECT. LET'S SEE IF YOU CAN BACK UP WHAT YOU SAY, MAGGOT.MERE TALK. IT MEANS NOTHING, COMING FROM A PATHETIC INSECT LIKE YOU. I WILL CRUSH YOUR BOT AND WILL SEND YOU REELING BACK INTO THE STINKING HOLE THAT IS HOME TO SCUM LIKE YOU.I WILL CRUSH YOU UNTIL YOU'RE MERE SLIME (OH, WAIT, YOU ARE SLIME ALREADY) THEN SEND YOU TO NEW JERSEY.YOU BOTH ARE MEASLY HUMANS! I AM A GOD AMONG MEN! NOW BOW BEFORE YOUR MASTER!
Whoops not the manly thread, go Madman.
NOW KNEEL IN YOUR FINAL MOMENTS.
im 18 and wat is disit seems to me to be the build up to a fight of epic proportions
QUIET, YOU ARROGANT WORM! YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A PUNY INSECT BEFORE MY MIGHT!LISTEN NOT TO THE OTHER FOOL, LEST YOU MISS MY BLADE CLEAVING YOUR PITIFUL, FRAIL NECK.THAT'S RIGHT. NOW NOT EVERYBODY NEEDS TO GET HURT; JUST YOU AND NARY.FOOL! I AM A GOD AND YOU ARE SIMPLY SEWER SLIME THAT DOES NOT KNOW ITS PLACE!YOU ARE AN INSECT AND I AM A GIANT. YOU WILL LOSE ! AND MY BURNING PASSION MAKES ME IMMUNE TO FIRE !YOUR PRETTY DAMN OBESE, TOO. NO WONDER I WEIGH NOTHING COMPARED TO YOUR PORTLINESS. AND JOY, IT WILL MAKE YOU BURN EVEN FASTER IN THE FLAMES OF MY HATE!YOU ARE NOTHING, AND YOU WEIGH NOTHING BEFORE MY POWER ! I AM THE MIGHTY NARYAR, AND YOU SHALL BE SLAIN BY MY HAND !YOU SEEM TO BE FOOLING YOURSELF, TOO, WORM. NOW BURN IN MY INFINITE HATRED FOR YOUR PATHETIC FORM.AS ALWAYS YOU ARE FOOLING YOURSELF. DIE NOW IN ETERNAL TORMENT, AND BARK IN VAIN !OKAY MAYBE THE IDEA OF SENDING YOU TO NEW JERSEY IS EVIL BEYOND MY CONTROL, BUT I'LL CRUSH YOU, YOU PUTRID, FESTERING OLD CORPSE.YOU TALK A LOT FOR A PUNY INSECT. LET'S SEE IF YOU CAN BACK UP WHAT YOU SAY, MAGGOT.MERE TALK. IT MEANS NOTHING, COMING FROM A PATHETIC INSECT LIKE YOU. I WILL CRUSH YOUR BOT AND WILL SEND YOU REELING BACK INTO THE STINKING HOLE THAT IS HOME TO SCUM LIKE YOU.I WILL CRUSH YOU UNTIL YOU'RE MERE SLIME (OH, WAIT, YOU ARE SLIME ALREADY) THEN SEND YOU TO NEW JERSEY.YOU BOTH ARE MEASLY HUMANS! I AM A GOD AMONG MEN! NOW BOW BEFORE YOUR MASTER!
Whoops not the manly thread, go Madman.
NOW KNEEL IN YOUR FINAL MOMENTS.
AND YOU, A GOD ? HOW CAN A POWERLESS INSECT BE A GOD, PRAY TELL ? YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A DELUSIONAL,, SOON-TO-BE-DEAD FOOL.
IT SEEMS YOUR TRASH TALK IS GETTING UNORIGINAL, BECAUSE ALL YOU DO IS RANDOMLY COPY WORDS THAT I HAVE USED. FOR THIS YOU WILL PERISH BEFORE MY POWER. AND I SHALL WIN THIS EGO CONTEST BECAUSE YOUR PRIDE IS NOTHING BEFORE MINE !QUIET, YOU ARROGANT WORM! YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A PUNY INSECT BEFORE MY MIGHT!LISTEN NOT TO THE OTHER FOOL, LEST YOU MISS MY BLADE CLEAVING YOUR PITIFUL, FRAIL NECK.THAT'S RIGHT. NOW NOT EVERYBODY NEEDS TO GET HURT; JUST YOU AND NARY.FOOL! I AM A GOD AND YOU ARE SIMPLY SEWER SLIME THAT DOES NOT KNOW ITS PLACE!YOU ARE AN INSECT AND I AM A GIANT. YOU WILL LOSE ! AND MY BURNING PASSION MAKES ME IMMUNE TO FIRE !YOUR PRETTY DAMN OBESE, TOO. NO WONDER I WEIGH NOTHING COMPARED TO YOUR PORTLINESS. AND JOY, IT WILL MAKE YOU BURN EVEN FASTER IN THE FLAMES OF MY HATE!YOU ARE NOTHING, AND YOU WEIGH NOTHING BEFORE MY POWER ! I AM THE MIGHTY NARYAR, AND YOU SHALL BE SLAIN BY MY HAND !YOU SEEM TO BE FOOLING YOURSELF, TOO, WORM. NOW BURN IN MY INFINITE HATRED FOR YOUR PATHETIC FORM.AS ALWAYS YOU ARE FOOLING YOURSELF. DIE NOW IN ETERNAL TORMENT, AND BARK IN VAIN !OKAY MAYBE THE IDEA OF SENDING YOU TO NEW JERSEY IS EVIL BEYOND MY CONTROL, BUT I'LL CRUSH YOU, YOU PUTRID, FESTERING OLD CORPSE.YOU TALK A LOT FOR A PUNY INSECT. LET'S SEE IF YOU CAN BACK UP WHAT YOU SAY, MAGGOT.MERE TALK. IT MEANS NOTHING, COMING FROM A PATHETIC INSECT LIKE YOU. I WILL CRUSH YOUR BOT AND WILL SEND YOU REELING BACK INTO THE STINKING HOLE THAT IS HOME TO SCUM LIKE YOU.I WILL CRUSH YOU UNTIL YOU'RE MERE SLIME (OH, WAIT, YOU ARE SLIME ALREADY) THEN SEND YOU TO NEW JERSEY.YOU BOTH ARE MEASLY HUMANS! I AM A GOD AMONG MEN! NOW BOW BEFORE YOUR MASTER!
Whoops not the manly thread, go Madman.
NOW KNEEL IN YOUR FINAL MOMENTS.
AND YOU, A GOD ? HOW CAN A POWERLESS INSECT BE A GOD, PRAY TELL ? YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A DELUSIONAL,, SOON-TO-BE-DEAD FOOL.
SINCE WHEN DID ORIGINALITY EQUATE TO POWER, YOU SNIVELING RUNT?IT SEEMS YOUR TRASH TALK IS GETTING UNORIGINAL, BECAUSE ALL YOU DO IS RANDOMLY COPY WORDS THAT I HAVE USED. FOR THIS YOU WILL PERISH BEFORE MY POWER. AND I SHALL WIN THIS EGO CONTEST BECAUSE YOUR PRIDE IS NOTHING BEFORE MINE !QUIET, YOU ARROGANT WORM! YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A PUNY INSECT BEFORE MY MIGHT!LISTEN NOT TO THE OTHER FOOL, LEST YOU MISS MY BLADE CLEAVING YOUR PITIFUL, FRAIL NECK.THAT'S RIGHT. NOW NOT EVERYBODY NEEDS TO GET HURT; JUST YOU AND NARY.FOOL! I AM A GOD AND YOU ARE SIMPLY SEWER SLIME THAT DOES NOT KNOW ITS PLACE!YOU ARE AN INSECT AND I AM A GIANT. YOU WILL LOSE ! AND MY BURNING PASSION MAKES ME IMMUNE TO FIRE !YOUR PRETTY DAMN OBESE, TOO. NO WONDER I WEIGH NOTHING COMPARED TO YOUR PORTLINESS. AND JOY, IT WILL MAKE YOU BURN EVEN FASTER IN THE FLAMES OF MY HATE!YOU ARE NOTHING, AND YOU WEIGH NOTHING BEFORE MY POWER ! I AM THE MIGHTY NARYAR, AND YOU SHALL BE SLAIN BY MY HAND !YOU SEEM TO BE FOOLING YOURSELF, TOO, WORM. NOW BURN IN MY INFINITE HATRED FOR YOUR PATHETIC FORM.AS ALWAYS YOU ARE FOOLING YOURSELF. DIE NOW IN ETERNAL TORMENT, AND BARK IN VAIN !OKAY MAYBE THE IDEA OF SENDING YOU TO NEW JERSEY IS EVIL BEYOND MY CONTROL, BUT I'LL CRUSH YOU, YOU PUTRID, FESTERING OLD CORPSE.YOU TALK A LOT FOR A PUNY INSECT. LET'S SEE IF YOU CAN BACK UP WHAT YOU SAY, MAGGOT.MERE TALK. IT MEANS NOTHING, COMING FROM A PATHETIC INSECT LIKE YOU. I WILL CRUSH YOUR BOT AND WILL SEND YOU REELING BACK INTO THE STINKING HOLE THAT IS HOME TO SCUM LIKE YOU.I WILL CRUSH YOU UNTIL YOU'RE MERE SLIME (OH, WAIT, YOU ARE SLIME ALREADY) THEN SEND YOU TO NEW JERSEY.YOU BOTH ARE MEASLY HUMANS! I AM A GOD AMONG MEN! NOW BOW BEFORE YOUR MASTER!
Whoops not the manly thread, go Madman.
NOW KNEEL IN YOUR FINAL MOMENTS.
AND YOU, A GOD ? HOW CAN A POWERLESS INSECT BE A GOD, PRAY TELL ? YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A DELUSIONAL,, SOON-TO-BE-DEAD FOOL.
ANYWAYS... DIE, YOU MIDDLING SIMPLETON ! I WILL BOIL THE BLOOD OUT OF YOUR VEINS UNTIL YOU SHRIVEL TO A PATHETIC, WEAK HUSK ! I SHALL ERADICATE YOUR KIND FROM THE UNIVERSE ! AND I WILL KEEP YOU ALIVE SO YOU CAN FEEL THE PAIN ! THE PAAAAAAIIIIIIINNNNNNNNN !