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Correct. Mr. Norris will indeed hold the hill indefinitely... THAT IS UNTIL Sublime assaults his mind with subliminal (ucwatididthar?) messages, distracting him long enough to Sparta kick him into the conveniently placed Pit O' Death.

The Grey Milkshake will bring you to a yard, and then devour you.

That was indeed a fun little war... But it is still a good thing that it's over. Hah. A fun one, but I was slightly new to the whole "forum thing" in the thread's infancy, so I was quick to cry havoc against the Bronies. I still find it atrociously ironic that I ended up somewhat liking the show back in October. And about the concept of "love and toleration," I never understood that. I'm fairly certain that at least one of the ponies in the show isn't a stoic love-and-tolerance-machine.

wait wat My friend gave me a program that tells me the passwords to all the accounts on the computer. However, it's on my sister's craptop, so I would hold yourself, Sublime. I can play, but I can't play well. Awww...

I'll get to practicing my Pyroing/sniping posthaste.

Hello, Olafur. Do you how do?

Sublime dons a green beret and wolfs down an entire carton of combustible lemon juice. He then engages his jetpack and soars directly over the hill as well as anyone fighting for it. Then, he douses the hill in the aforementioned lemon juice and proceeds to throw a molotov directly into it. Anyone that was not annihilated in the flamboyant fireworks display was strategically dispatched by his lemon frag grenades. Oh, and as for Razor235, your precious explosives don't stand a chance against a servant of Cave Johnson. I do believe one could suffice it to say that the natural elevation of the earth's surface is now in my possession.

The Red Pizza will eliminate your appetite. You will cease to eat pizza forevermore due to my repulsiveness. ...Unless you like red cheese.

Granted, but you're only dangerous because of your lethally atrocious body odor, rotting teeth, yellow fingernails/toenails, and repulsive breath. I wish I could be more powerful than Saxton Hale.

The Red Lemonade... fear me, for I.... I got nothin'.

Sublime deactivates his stealth generator while standing directly behind BTGbullseye. He temporarily deafens himself and proceeds to blare the My Little Pony theme song at 40 times the normal volume. BTGbullseye is sent flying into Swaziland due to ponies being his ultimate weakness, where he is landed on by a skydiving Saxton Hale who happened to be driving to work on a whale while eating his breakfast steak.

Granted, but you can only kill your best friends. I wish someone would tell me when this thread was revived.

Today I am the BLACK Math Homework! Fear me, unruly children, for the mathematical void of terror shall devour you! I SHALL CRY HOMEWORK, AND LET SLIP THE PROBLEMS OF MATH! ((2x + 3)/(4)) * ((32)(2x + 3)(x - 5)) No; you have to divide or multiply; the answer to the green problem is x + 5; the answer to the black one is 8/(x - 5).

The Green Math Homework... fear me, for I will blow your mind with.. convoluted things! Convoluted... green things! Green, convoluted things! GAHAHAHAHA! ((x^2 + 5x + 6)/(x^2 - x - 12))/((x + 2)/(x^2 + x - 20))

Why, my esteemed personage of high birth and social status with whom I may engage in social intercourse without fear of detriment to my reputation and of whose staunch moral characters I may ardently vouch, colloquially referred to as "Dave," I do not believe I am in the disposition to perform such an act as that which you have requested of my person. "I fart in your general direction."

Due to my considerable scarceness of posts in this thread, I am inexperienced as to how to win the extant conflict as to the possessor of the hill in a direct fight. Therefore, I hide in wait until an X-43 scramjet passes by. Once the aforementioned jet is directly over the hill which is being pettily fought over with much blood, sweat, and tears, and toil, I shoot an arrow at the plane, somehow bringing it down. After everyone ceases to maintain homeostasis in the ensuing explosion (except for me, by means which would destroy your superficial mind were you to attempt to comprehend them), I go forth to claim the hill.

The Grey Sandwich.

Don't lissen t'whut this hyar guy says, Bvant; we is th' farthess thin' on th' Internet fum crazy. In all seriousness, velcome to ze Akuhsed Fahms.

Cause air molecules to bounce off of thine eardrums, for I dictated to ye hereinbefore that it is not my opinionative inclination for ye to be the most refined of all of my countrymen at my marriage to my beloved maiden. The incentive for my performing such an act? I merely made thine acquaintance a meager seventy-fifth of a minute preceding the extant confabulation between the two of us. Moreover, you dictated to my person that it was thy viewpoint that a set of brethren are quite eery in nature, notwithstanding my position as existing as a constituent of one of the aforementioned sets. "If you strike me down, I will become more powerful than you can possibly imagine."

Ostensibly, the aforementioned individuals shall be obligated to reaffix your body parts to each other via the utilization of a hard, impure, protein gelatin within the depths of a place of punishment for the wicked, iconically depicted in monotheistic religions such as Christianity. "Forever alone."

But I liked the show (and I still think it's pretty good), but my interest in it just sort of waned after a week or two.. what does that make me?

Thou art unequivocally blatantly in the disposition of a rapacious, covetous, four-legged forest roaming mammal characterized by a large, powerful jaw and physically efficacious legs in addition to acting as the antithesis of disingenuousness. "I do believe I'm on fire."

Joey, my most refined countryman, hath thou placed thyself in a situation wherein thou hast fletcherized mine slab of solid nourishment, iconically meat and/or vegetables or fruit, betwixt two slices of bread so that it shalt travel down thy digestive tract and be excreted from thy rectum posthaste? "Ah yes, Reapers."

Forsooth! I superciliously interject by invoking the moniker of an omnipotent, omniscient deity; what be the act I hath executed? "I am a robot. I am here to take American jobs."