Originally Posted by SSD
Oh ya' day' be busy all'z right!!!!
Drink'in down at da' O.COM saloon!!!!
Originally Posted by SSD
Ohhhh, sweet baby Jesus as the Sarge would say.
Ma' ear is a tickle'in...eitha' come and a scratch it's or prepare ta' run da' ramp ta' da' backward'z in time placey Officer SSD is a speak'in of!
As you wish Admiral, Professor of stuff, killer of trollian trash.
Get vertical'z ya' winged heap of semi-supa' matrix conductors of time and space stuff, where da' stars is a hatched and da' tunnel'z O' time begot's from da' maka'z key and all know'n eye thiNgy.
Hold steady and true boy!!
Now, NOW, NOW I DEMAND THEE, INTA' DA' HOLE WE GO'Z !!!!
POP, ZING, ZAP, OF DA' PAST!
Trigga' back'z off!!!!
Iz a spy we be in da' Pre O.COM/Booze era, look'z like we 'a over shot da' timey clocky!!
Now, go back and take a shorter path dan' tha' straight line between two points in this here time space fabric of this damndable place, I demand thee!
What da' hell????
Tiz' this da' boot hill Trigga'???
No Admiral, looks like a anti LEO Trollian goal post!
Well back off boy, get in da' weeds Iz' deMand!
Go thermal, and sync out clock thiNgy's run up da' active DSP comm. stuff, observe and fer' whata' ya' do's don't squirt one of dem' horsian pies boy! Goddamn thangs are loud and stinky Iz' do say wid'out any hesitation!
Or'z we might be hav'in a visitation from da' trollian nation!!!
Good'z.... Now sit thar' and keep dem' eyeball thingy'z on 'da red trollian blood bed..
Iz' gunna' nap, errrrr ummm I mean calculate, da' next move ta' draw 'da bastard'z in like 'da trollian trash dope smoka' ta' a big fat blunt...
Den' skin em's live', slow, quite like, makes fer' 'tract'in mo' of dem' nasta' bastards. Just like befer' nice and pre-meditated, bloody and cold, coppery cold, steelie eyed, slick, make em' wiggle, drip da' last drop of thar' miserablez' juice I say.
Kill em' all, stuff in da' troll hell, pack em' tight, air tight, werms in da' can style...Our style, which is no style, just plain ole' biz', our biz', da' O way, perception rules, what is real tain't in da' book. Thar' fear is in da' book, tha' book on "how ta' track, foller', bleed em', gut em' but good, gud' so daz' cain't holla', howl, give out da' "point" position away...
den' sit on top, wait fer' da' next wave..
Mo' blood, mo' trollian souls, packed straight ta' hell...
Just like in da' good ole' day'z, I say.
Trig, why do ma' mech-a-ni-cal'z nuclear ear 'a itch'in boy?
They say when your ear itches somebody mentioned you, or is talking about you.
Why dat'z da' crazy'Est thanG i eva' did hear boy....
You one crazY fly'in machIny thingy ya' tis' I say!