Epsilon

It grew louder --louder --louder! And still the other conquerors of the Hill chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! --no, no! They heard! --they suspected! --they knew! --they were making a mockery of Epsilon's horror!-this he thought, and this he thinks. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! He could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! He felt that he must scream or die! and now --again! --hark! louder! louder! louder! louder! "Villains!" he shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the strumming of his hideous banjo!" Epsilon furiously smashes the banjo and buries it with danielsangeo's dismembered body.

Epsilon emerges from the shadows and smothers danielsangeo with a mattress then dismembers his body and hides it under the floorboards. The hill belongs to Epsilon. Again.

An epic tale centered around 300 Muppet warriors who must, against the most uneven of odds, reclaim the city of Manhattan, which has been occupied by a corrupt Cookie Monster and his imperialistic regime. "Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back"

Granted; they're all counterfeit. I wish I could have a foolproof jetpack.

^

What Psychotic Ninja is doing is right. Sorry for the lack of clarification. Love is in the air. (It didn't even change. ) New sentence: Stand aside, reconnoitering specialist. I shall forthwith attempt to complete the task with which you have been flummoxed.

I am a robot. I am here to take American jobs.

It's about a man constantly on alert and searching for Waldo. "21 Jump Street"

Fortunately, Psychotic Ninja shot Humin off of the hill, so he is actually the ground. Epsilon causes the maniacal ninja's shotgun to blow up in his face. Therefore, the hill has become his yet again.

It's about a bunch of 19th century bovine-human hybrids who are milked by thirsty extraterrestrials. "Super 8"

Epsilon mimicks what the Scoutman did several pages ago (he causes another Big Bang, thus becoming the universe). He then achieves sentience, manifests himself as a human, and forthwith claims the hill.

>YFW it is discovered that Ross Scott has created a superweapon which he plans to fire at your home state.

Lethal insects bite every Romanian. W H A L E

Irish cats wholly underestimate dogs. N E C R O

"I stare into your soul."

MCDXXXVIII

Forgive me if this counts as spam, but it's the only thing I can think of posting. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Not the most pleasant thing to wake up to, ya know.

don't leave the thread >YFW a dog who is secretly a conniving mastermind orders his army of mantis men to attack you.

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Granted, but it tastes like literal junk. I wish I could stop finding such bizarre ways to injure myself (e.g. accidentally running into a tree and scraping my head).

Dr. Derpy Hooves wanted me to post this for him.

O_o U-um...fuck you? MzB8uO62c-8 I win the insult war.

Granted, but the aforementioned "her" is actually the Wicked Witch of the West. I wish for the ability to shoot lightning out of my hands.

There once was a buggy A.I. Who decided her subject should die When the plot was uncovered The subject discovered That sadly, the cake was a lie