once my pet sword fighting monkeys have finished their fight the winner will slice, dice and the shish kabab your ass. all the while the top hat wearing ones will nod approvingly
I would throw my paper airplane in hopes that the pointy front would jab one of the infinite Conans in the eye leading to permanent brain damage. The death of one may lead to the death of all.
*Walks up to in a snazzy suit*
I'm just a foxy boy. Foxy boooooooy
This sword is not a toy. Not a toooooooy
*Stabs through the stomach*
I'm just a foxy boy.
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