>>491248*the sky clears*
>YOUR ACT OF AGGRESSION SHALL NOT STAND*a beam of light strikes the ground, rippling with energy*
>MY JUDGEMENT IS PURE BUT FIRM. THE TRUE BISCUIT OF MY SON IS CHICK-FIL-A.*chicken biscuit slowly emerges*
You know, I hate that it came to this.
*in an instant appears before you*
Goodbye heathen
