OK Ghand has somemore stuff for us..here it is..
*turns on the set again*
*Ghand sits at a desk with a bunch of letters he's reading*
Okay, kiddies. You heard the man. I’ll be your host this evening, and no matter what you might attempt to say (though it will surely come out as a strand of blubbering garbage, given your lack of a brain), you are, in fact, inferior. Also, you should take note that you are not me, and therefore cannot be taken seriously. Now, let’s open some letters, eh?
{MESSAGE BEGINS}
Hi how are you?
I send this file for your advice!
Thanks!
{MESSAGE ENDS}
Commando
Eh? What if I don't want to receive your damn file? It's probably something sick or demented that only a brain like yours could conjur up, you freakin' weirdo. Stop breathing on me, stop sending me mail - hell, stop existing. Or, if that's too difficult for your to wrap your head around, just use whatever leftover braincell you might have in your head before you try to pull this crap next time. Oy.
Dear Ghandaiah:
I have found this perfect escape plan for you in the {Idiot's Guide of Excaping from an Underwater MJ12 Prison an complete world domoination}, along with some vital information.
--+--[Escape Plan Alpha]--+--
Steps:
1. Order another pizza with the "special" mushrooms.
2.*screems out in pain* Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! no never, i will not, iiittttt hhuuurrrrttttttssss! so much. my my brain is controlled from space. Must not tell........ WHY MEEEE AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!11
*Wraps head in tin foil(shiny side up)*
AH fine, it's the orbital mind control lazers, they control my mind. They want me to tell you classified information. I will never! Ha Ha Ha YOu wIll hAVe 2 rOt iN PrIsOn 4 All i caRE.
AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Not again!1!!!11!!!1
wHY mE?
So, back to step 2, and no, I am in perfect health. 2. Give pizza to *sniper's shot hits him in head* soo, 2. give pizza to ahhhhhhhhhhh *dies*
Ooooh, boy...
I’m going to give you a few quarters. Use them to call someone who’s sane. Maybe sanity’s contagious. Who knows? Either way, you currently have problems, sirrah. AND THEY NEED SOLVING. I have methods - Like taking a sledge hammer to your face - But I don’t know if such things would be appreciated around here. Besides - I’ve probably already pissed everyone off enough by not including any pictures in this section of the article. You want something pretty to look at? Tough. You won’t get any shiny pictures here, you friggin’ idiots.
OMG!!! I SAW A MANDOG!!
That’s nice. As much as I’d like to drop a refrigerator on your head, I think I’ll refrain for now.
You know... When a man is locked in a closet... basking in a puddle of his own urine... He has time to think about the things that really matter... Think about how his articles would probably be a lot more interesting if they, you know, had plots, and maybe made sense, and stuff... Think about death... Hey, I could die in here... Actually, I am dieing in here.
*set go's off*
That was...very wrong and sick...excuse me but could someone make sure he dies this time..last time he woke up and got stuck in a vending machine
Please refrain from vomiting on your TV set and wait for something to happen...*takes out cup of coffie and turns his laptop on and plays Natural Selection* any second now....*slu-*...............did someone put dishsoap in my drink again?..oh well, I love the stuff anyway.
This program was brought to you by.......
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