I strip and somehow survive at the cost of my fabulous eyebrows. PBM is placed directly in front of the Wall of Flesh.

"Hollehund" kit Wasp-Firebird M3/XT, fifty-thousand crystals, unlocks at Brigader.

I watch the Nostalgia Critic's review instead. PBM has to dip his head in a deep fryer.

Mhm, mild and nice.

Wow, really? How desperate are these people?

Well it's M3. .-. And you CAN get a mission for one, but they're rare. This is pretty much like BO3's supply drops, only you can buy the actual weapons.

1. Eyfjollojokull 2. Eyfjollojokull 3. Eyfjollojokull

^ The whole point of them is looks, not performance. The basic idea is "Look at me! I'm golden!".

It's only Thursday, calm down.

I bore them with talks of football and sports. PBM is suited up in armor made of raw beef and shoved towards rabid timber wolves.

I greedily devour it, thanking the person who gave it to me. Tpbm is currently submerged in honey.

Banned for being a square.

Banned for not having a seven in YOUR name.

Hax.

I draw my mighty sword and proclaim "By the power of Greyskull!!!", deflecting the shot with my abdomen.

Yash, person below me likes Hive?

Is it really an issue? From my experience bans due to profanity are only a day anyways, don't be so butthurt over it.

HE QUIK BROWN O JUPS OOER HE LA DOG Wow, my school has sucky keyboards.

Of course I'm being sarcastic.

Banned for not having a dash in your name.

I didn't know what a gold box was until WO1, and even then it didn't really concern me because I was in my Shaft-Mammoth phase.

I'd like to believe there's life out there, I mean we Galagans found this planet, but who knows? Maybe we'll find more species to enslave befriend.

I'll just draw a door and walk through it. Oh and uh, currently there's a keyboard to my direct left.