
You'd surely have to make the impossible possibleLet me get this straight. Someone could surpass you by creating beer of IMpossibly high quality?
WOAH WOAH hold it hold it, the button makes a distinction between those honorably fighting for the prey and actual prey, right?*Presses a button. The button shaves the prey asses and spanks them until their shaved butts are bright red*
There's no distinction, they're all prey.WOAH WOAH hold it hold it, the button makes a distinction between those honorably fighting for the prey and actual prey, right?
Can prey do THISThere's no distinction, they're all prey.
There's no distinction, they're all prey.
Can prey do THIS
*eats steak*
Only the Omnivores and the Predators can do that.Can prey do THIS
*eats steak*
Me and my 50 clones all jump on a button that promptly shaves you in your entirety, paints you orange and sticks you to the hood of a 1983 Lincoln Town Car.*Presses a button. The button shaves the prey asses and spanks them until their shaved butts are bright red*
Right. Therefore, I’m exempt from your button induced posterior strikes.Only the Omnivores and the Predators can do that.
Oh! I see you have taken my tofu sculpture of me. I guess I'll have to make another one.Me and my 50 clones all jump on a button that promptly shaves you in your entirety, paints you orange and sticks you to the hood of a 1983 Lincoln Town Car.
Just hit the “eggs, crackers, and pickle relish” button.I need to go to the store soon. I'm out of eggs, crackers, and pickle relish.
It plays this...What does THIS button do? *Randomly presses a new button*
*is sober*
what a strange feeling! Why am I walking this straight? Why did the world stopped turning?