I walk in with belt fed machine gun and shoot everyone and the cookie to death. I then go home and make a new batch of cookies for myself.
My batch of cookies.
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and shot my Regis down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin' forty-four beneath my head.
My Cookcaine
"Outrage! Someone stole the cookie right from under my nose inside my very own Nefarious German Battletankdrivething!" I think aloud to myself still inside my Battletankdrivething. I start cruising towards my evil lair of nefarious business. I put the kickstand down and exit my...
*Sarcastic voice* Gah was two not plural enough for you then Fiiiiine. Have like 7 and a sentence.
We are kinda getting towards the tail end of 40k universe's prevalence. There are talks between Septum and myself reduce the influence of it. I said before pretty much anything goes and we are...
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