We accept as one of us, we accept as one of us, gooble gobble gooble gobble.
We came, we saw, WE KICKED ITS ASS!
Oh fuck, man. The nostalgia. It punches me in the gut, uppercuts me, kicks me in the solar plexus, and kneels over me and laughs derisively in my face as I cry for mercy.
In all the good ways, mind you.