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I hope you ate more than an hour ago, because it's time for you to swim in the roiling seas of great and furious vengeance at the flippers and fangs of the one, the only
SON OF LANDSHARK!
I don't want to hear any of your sad, pitiful squeeing that it wasn't your fault the Landshark was destroyed in the prime of life.
I don't want to listen to your abject grunting about how you think we'd all get along so much better if we just wore foppish berets and shoulder boards and marched around in jackboots just like you!
HAVE A HEART, CAPTAIN! SOME OF US DON'T HAVE LEGS TO SPARE!
It's no fluke that we find ourselves at this crossroads, snout to snout. You have brought this doom upon yourself.
Know this: I. Will. End. You.
NOW KNEEL BEFORE SON OF LANDSHARK AND TAKE YOUR PUNISHMENT LIKE A MAN! A FURRY, BEADY-EYED MAN WITH A NAPOLEON COMPLEX!
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PREPARE TO DIE, CAPTAIN POUCHES!
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