Nope that's Pete. He eats cement and sh!ts bricks.

Oh ... opps. :D

*takes out his scissors*

*wonders why locke carries scissors with him*

Scissors are the way of the future.

He gets emotional sometimes and has to cut his way out of some obtuse situations.

Like the time he was stuck in a giant cheese log.

I don't think he was 'stuck' when he jumped in there in the first place. :D

The REASON, I have scissors with me, is because I hate scissors.

mmmmmmmkay

*backs away slowly*

*pokes scissors*

*backs away quickly*

*sneezes*

*throws a rusty spoon at locke*

*thanks Anox*

*nods back in appreciation*

*bites an apple in shame*

You need to roll a 23 on a 20 sided die to win, and while I do not have a math degree, that is impossible.

*rolls a 23*

*watches World's universe explode*

*Anox's world implodes upon itself due to a paradox*

*has no universe to implode upon!* :D

That's why your world imploded instead.  Pluto, I assume.

*is paradoxialized*

*is reciprocalized*  Reciprocating is dumb in comparison. *nods*

 

*also approves of being paradoxialized*