Slugs?! I mean what was the almighty thinking of when he created slugs. They can't think. They can't speak. They can't operate machinery. I mean; are we not in the hands of a lunatic?
No, what you have are bullets, and the hope that when your guns are empty, I will no longer be standing. Because if I am, you'll all be dead before you've reloaded.
Spaceballs wrote:"Ladies and Gentlemen! You've read about it in the papers! Now witness, before your very eyes, that most rare and tragic of nature's mistakes! I give you: the average man. Physically unremarkable, it instead possesses a deformed set of values. Notice the hideously bloated sense of humanity's importance. Also note the club-footed social conscience and the withered optimism. It's certainly not for the squeamish, is it? Most repulsive of all, are its frail and useless notions of order and sanity. If too much weight is placed upon them... they snap. How does it live, I hear you ask? How does this poor pathetic specimen survive in today's harsh and irrational environment? I'm afraid the sad answer is, "Not very well". Faced with the inescapable fact that human existence is mad, random, and pointless, one in eight of them crack up and go stark slavering buggo! Who can blame them? In a world as psychotic as this... any other response would be crazy!"
Q: My, my... I'm bemused to see you here. You actually did follow me all the way. Your hatred towards me had finally managed to overcome your restraint, fear, and cowardice. The question is, what do you plan to do next?
N: I'm here to put you to justice for what you've done!
Q: I see... And just what attribute, what tool, or what power would you be able to use in order to achieve that petty goal?
N: I'm armed with the trust and support of those whom you have brought misery upon. I hold the virtue of all those who seek justice, and the love of all those who care about me.
Q: No, my friend! What you are armed with are the false hopes of the weak, and the fallacious belief that any of them actually cares about your existence. You hold the misplaced ideals from a world long gone, and the hatred that allowed you to finally come here and meet me face to face.
By the way, where does the big quote come from?
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