*Evil laugh* Congrats loyal...you just inspired me.

"If the Burger King is by your bed when you wake up...."

"If the Burger King is by your bed when you wake up...."

*Shits self*

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!"

I could type out the explicit version of this, but I decided to abrige this, and just tell you that it ends with him strung up upside down by his ankles, one bloody, rusty nail richer, and two testicles poorer.

It's oddly similar to the punishment for anyone that calls me a girl on these forums again.

"I'll have a small order of hash browns please."

"Oh....It's you again."

"That's right--I have your precious Burger King tied up, gagged, and stashed in my cellar. I want $10 million in ransom...and no, I will NOT accept payment in Whoppers. I want it my way, right away, or Burger King's kangaroo meat...again."

Me: "Not right now Bryan. I'm still sore."

Little known fact: The King's name is Bryan. With a Y.

"Well, hello sailor."

Cause I mean, would you piss him off?

Yep. I'd show him flame-broiled...

"If you turned invisable"

Man, pyros should have been all over that one.