Dude. One time I accidentally tried to sell them a shellcraft crown and they got so pissed that they sent in the bear cavalry.

Maybe I’m alone in this but I’d love to play different races from the game to make fortresses. Imagine a rat-man empire hell bent on stealing everyone’s cheese.

So like, we’ll like, put a bomb in like this shell, and like Fidel will see it and like, dive for it….and explode. -CIA Meeting minutes

They says in a port in Spain lives a wee cat, name unknown, with a mullet as black as night.

The toast must flow.

It’s YOUR turn to shave the cavalry mounts!

Brother Ariel, we must move this image an inch to the right.

“The codex Microsofties does not support this!”

Do not the French onion soup.

Here’s the deal Notepad, we can’t trust MS Word to remove all the nonsense.

That’s a seriously fun game.

Awww look at Mittens batting at the launch sequence buttons! He’s so- (large explosion)

I wish they had some kind of iron chef for microwaves.

I might become a nudist just to get out of folding the laundry.

Happy Easter TO THE GROUND.

Oh wow! Goth eldar! I’m sure nothing bad will happen.

The terrorists are gonna either think here’s another British agent, or it’s McLovin the 25 year old organ donor.

If someone wanted to pick me up (romantically or spiritually), a Tesla tank would do quite nicely.

The “step” is always super emphasized, likely due to the porn legal team on site staring daggers into the actors.

Who is waking me up at this hour!? -Necrons maybe

Remember, Mittens used to run the Holy Roman Empire, so a little bow and groveling go a long way…also he puked on the rug.