| Monday, November 10, 2008 - 01:30 am |
Hold it guys!
Sorry, but one slight problem.
The continent is legally mine, i have the papers to prove it. And as such, i issue the following proclamation:
Nobody is allowed on Lacerta apart from:
2. The mysterious man with a monacle and top hat, who appears in many crime thrillers.
3. Chuck Norris, my butler.
4. Mr. Darcy and his entourage of adoring feminists.
What wonderful teaparties we shall have!
1.This order will be enforced by force. Forcibly, and with neccesary and due force.
2.The force used shall be more than or equal to the force neccesary, and the force neccesary shall be forcibly controlled to prevent excessive force, unless the force is too forcible to be forcibly controlled, and thus the force used may be more than the original force quoted.
3.In the event that the force used is less forcable than either article '1' or '2' then a pumpkin shall be forcibly inserted into the rear end of the original culprit.
4.By the power of GraySkull!
That is all.
His Royal Highness Dubhthaigh, Chairman of Tempus Fugit North, Co-Founder of the Valde Subsidium Collective, Heroic Saviour of Little Upsilon, Grand Emperor of all Northern Continents, He Who's Armies' Arrows Block Out the Sun, Man of Many Names and Talents, Owner of Many Chickens, Holder of Eternal Wisdom and absolute Turth, The Grand Prophet, Tamer of Barack Obama and the Evil Turkey of Missouri, Triumphant Master of Curtains and all Things Shiny and Round. He Who Must Not be Named, He Who's Names Are Known Only to the Dead and McCain (who is on the verge anyway), Proud benefactor of all Siberian Skinnydippers, and Master of All Reality.