(June 2, 2013 at 5:36 pm)missluckie26 Wrote: What was once will always be, surely you know this.
Actually, I disagree. Number of reasons for it... do I have to go into them?
Quote:I am that I am.
You are what you are, bunny.
Quote:You may have killed me but that only requires a rearrangement of matter, you little ant.
Mmm... you're showing your ingame-bias. We don't have the technology required to bring a person back to life from the state of deterioration Larry was left in. I'm sorry, but you realize you're impersonating a being who was stabbed dead, his body torn into pieces, each piece individually incinerated, and scattered across different oceans.
You may be a being very similar to Larry, but you are not he. He was really mild-mannered, I still don't know what was going through his head when he did those horrible things to me, and I miss him, as I remember him long ago
Quote:I said don't piss me off and I meant it.
Larry has never said those words.
Quote:You break your own promise and there will be consequences.
Have I ever broken a promise? Not with Larry or Missluckie, for certain.
Quote:A big shoe, perhaps. Or a magnifying glass aimed straight at those little buggy eyes, searing them in boiling heat until they shrivel up within your carcass so you can smell your own rotting flesh waft up your nostrils and burn your insides with the fumes of your own defication.
I like being under someone's heel... but I'm no Klackon, so I'm not remotely threatened by your anti-ant message. Actually, I might put you on the front lines.
Quote:You are nothing, I am everything. You killed the programmer? I am the CREATOR INCARNATE!
Now.
I am me, which is not nothing. You are not everything unless you are also me. I killed *a* programmer... in self-defense, and it was an accident that I actually managed to kill him with that stabbing. Manslaughter in self-defense... not as impressive as my usual embellishment.
We're all creators... not sure what incarnation has to do with that.
Quote:Fetch me my slave or prepare to become one, you pea sized anthropod.
No, and I've been a slave before, I don't have so much a problem with slavery as I've a problem with horrible masters.
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day