I predict the future.

[Sarek]

Soon, there will be a false announcement that a member of TK, dual or otherwise, has died.

 

[Grammour Boy]

You. You're dead. I command it.

 

[Cranky Bastard]

I died this morning.

 

[The Harlot]

CRANKY!!!!!

That "thing" in the basement is still making fraking noise...

How come you won't go down there and kill it already??

 

[Sarek]

CRANKY!!!!!

That "thing" in the basement is still making fraking noise...

How come you won't go down there and kill it already??

He only eats fresh kill.

 

[Grammour Boy]

Did you switch accounts?

 

[Cranky Bastard]

The muslim down there is a bit gamey...

 

[Sarek]

You. You're dead. I command it.

You! Shut the fuck up!

 

[Grammour Boy]

You! Shut the fuck up!

No, you.

 

[The Harlot]

No, you.

Is it a fight?

 

[Cranky Bastard]

:slap:

 

[Sarek]

No, you.

If Conchaga kills you, it's not a prediction. It's a blessing.

 

[Grammour Boy]

That's not a Vulcan av.

 

[Cranky Bastard]

Yes it is.

 

[Cranky Bastard]

It's the new metrosexual vulcan.

 

[Sarek]

That's not a Vulcan av.

So? Yours isn't a human being av.

 

[The Harlot]

It's the new metrosexual vulcan.

That guy isn't metro-sexual....

He's a grown up.

 

[Grammour Boy]

If Conchaga kills you, it's not a prediction. It's a blessing.

Conchaga is obsessed. Unfortunately for him, I'm not gay.

 

[Sarek]

Conchaga is obsessed. Unfortunately for him, I'm not gay.

If you want to fuck Paris Hilton, you may be better off being gay.

 

[jack]

I bet Paris has a Penis.