Perhaps. . . we conspire as one, exactly the same, WE'RE EXACTLY THE SAME (Lamb of God's Descending. . . anyone?)! No, we're not all THAT similar. . . first of all, I'm immensely hot. . . and I have wings. . . and a, uh, ummmm. . . Yes!
I taste good? Is that it? Is that what you're insinuating? I see through your cannibalistic schemes, Iron. Don't think I don't. They're like one giant see-through shirt and your true intentions are like erected nipples - I can see them all too clearly.
Mmmmmmm nipples *licks lips*
Your umm? Again with the sexual innuendo. I mean, really, have you no pride?
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I don't, just so you know. So, y'know, if you ever wanna...
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Yeah, nevermind.
*sniff* you found my one true weakness. . . I HAVE NO PRIDE!!!!!!
What if my horse had, like, wings? And I rode in on one... and he had, like, WINGS! So he was, basically, like, a winged horse. Did you ever think of that? Huh? No, you didn't. All you could think about were *my* wings. And sex. That's all I am to you, aren't I? Just a sexy shoeless god of war.
Frick, you have a WING-ed horse?
That's awesome. . . I totally didn't think about that. No I didn't. All I could think about were *your* wings. . . and sex. . . lots and lots of steamy sex. . . with feathers flying, 'cause you have wings. . . The horse is NOT becoming a part of this! *pfffft* Wait. . . why don't you have shoes??? Is that, like, and ALLUSION?!?! You're no Apollo, that's for sure. . . Hermes? YOU HAVE HERPES!?!?!?!?!
*covers his head*
From what? Projectile. . . errr. . . nevermind. . .
No... don't look at me.
Don't look at me. . . DON'T LOOK AT MEEEEE!
~The (Maneating -haha, it's a PUN-) Cretin~
