Scents

Please understand, our Flash games are in no way a virus. We simply combine peer-to-peer, social networking, and instant messaging into one spectacular technology.

— buddylinks.net

Please understand, the feeling you have of your nose breaking is in no way caused by my fist. I simply combine four fingers and a thumb in a muscle-induced spasm of forward motion vectored towards your nasal area.

with fists flying and chairs being thrown and fat security guards wading into the fray like guinea pigs sauntering into a pack of kill-crazy gerbils on really good crystal meth.

Daniel: i don’t want tentacle porn.
Kim: you’re just jealous.
Daniel: No. I am positively certain I do not want my sexual endeavors to include having a gelatinous pseudopod sliding in and out of my rectum. This is not at all in question.

“The suspect had experienced a ballistic interlude earlier in the evening,” Miss Pao said, “regrettably not filmed, and relieved himself of excess velocity by means of an ablative technique.” Miss Pao was outdoing herself. Judge Fang raised an eyebrow at her, briefly hitting the pause button.

Chang, Judge Fang’s other assistant, rotated his enormous, nearly spherical head in the direction of the defendant, who was looking very small as he stood before the court. Chang, in a characteristic gesture, reached up and rubbed the palm of his hand back over the short stubble that covered his head, as if he could not believe he had such a bad haircut. He opened his sleepy, slitlike eyes just a notch, and said to the defendant, “She say you have road rash.”

Voice of Deus: yea. Nobody can ever say I’m not hardcore.
Placain: you’re not hardcore
Placain: THERE I SAID IT
Placain: *ducks*
Voice of Deus: ducking doesn’t save you from the fire pit beneath your chair. tee hee *you burn*
Placain: i knew i shouldn’t have gotten that thing installed

Getzburg: Ah, no. Buying something off your wishlist smacks of gay camwhorism.