Oh. Now thats easy to fix. *removes mcs's brain, then stakes it. Also rips out his spine*

*grows a new body around his brain and barfs up the stake*

I thought you'd seen heroes.

ya I know that couldn't have happened

Sorry lol

But I'm dead now ^^

BWA HAHA

As it shall ever be. So it is written, so it shall be done.

Fine miss smarty pants reyler, be that way.

NO CANDY FOR YOU!

My pants are of questionable intelligence. Lying in a heap on my closet floor is not conducive to intellectual development.

Ya, I bet your pants are boarder line retarded.

And what does your closet have to do with this?

That's where all my pants are, clown-face.

Ah, thank you for the enlightenment, cartoon-face.

Too derivative.

Fine then, newt-face

Boring! *plays Solitaire instead*

Ahh, life without pants. Nothing better.

What about life without Callandor?

I already have that life.

Ok reyler, I think I've got it his time.

doesn't give a crap-face

Maybe you ought to try again.

Fine

She's a meanie cow patty-face

You're failing on the whole face thing altogether...

The horse is dead. Stop humping it.

Unless you're Nintendo. In that case, carry on.

Paper Mario! *lights him on fire*