Wait a minute, did you just say you saw what I was doing? Sorry, I missed it? What was it? I need to pay more attention, after all, you’re a fast and slippery one (don’t get any ideas, Faust).
Okay, let’s recap and see if I actually did miss something. Let’s see; you mentioned something about cute elite endangered military species (or were they units? I can’t think that far), that, ironically, need to be rescued ( I guess that explains why they’re endangered).
You, disguised as Agent Clarity, then made some sort of accusation involving me tripping Mags up. Not exactly sure what you were talking about, here.
You then somehow managed to have me make a cameo in one of your little fantasies, wedged between Gavin and Sean Connery (an image you incidentally can’t quite seem to shake out of your mind every time the name sangrain goes through your brain, and crosses your lips like a smooth, cool, crisp, delicious, um, fruity, thirst quenching, wine-infused beverage (as redirected by google).
And to imagine that while all this is taking place, I’m just an innocent bystander taking in the view.
Without a moment’s notice, I am then accosted to pony things up; at which time I’m turned upside down and shaken (luckily not stirred) for all I’m worth. In the ensuing melee, all my ice cream flavors come falling out, my all time favorite Werlkempter book (which I didn’t know I had at the time - by the way, that dude rocks) exits violently out of my pocket, and somewhere deep within my shaken state, I confess my affinity for your style. In a state of undeniable vulnerability (you know, being shaken and all), I reveal my deepest darkest secret, which happens to involve Faust (and not that whole thing “with” the seals. That, I believe, is Faust’s little secret. You may have to shake him a little).
And now it seems you just dealt me your biggest blow yet, and I smelt it. I mean, how did you know about me and Faust? What manner of creature are you? How are you able to reach within my darkest confines and divine such a truth? Must breathe in, breathe out.
Wait a minute, again, did you just call me smooth? You’re not going to try to drink me, are you? Let me get this straight; you want me to give it up so you can drink me? Can you at least remove your eye first? Last thing we want is you choking on your own eye. Personally, I’d rather you had your eye firmly secured in your socket, but if you insist on getting it on me, who am I to argue?
Speaking of arguing, I think Impenitent still has the title for deadliest killer lines dropped, and still dropping.
So, what were we talking about? I forgot. Was it pretending to throw a stick over a cute little puppy’s head and watch it whip its head around? Doesn’t sound right? Can you give me a clue? I’m lost.
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…or will I?