Oh yeah, sorry. And she doesn't mean talk, she means "Talk". She says she is ready. She liked my torture room, she's in there.

Oh... right... urm... I will get on that...

(Just remember it's only a couple shouts or an occasional whip flying out. Most times. Or you running away with a broken arm.)

Well I guess I will be back
*Floats to your house looking slightly bemused*

Now next theme. Dead thread.

The thread can't be dead, for if it was dead I would be eating it, I'm not eating the thread so therefore it must not be dead.

Logic

I see. Not for anything, but fuck logic. *Starts running around while being naked.*

Ey fink bugz ez always nekid. Quit liberatin aktually.

Are you a nid now kaptin?

*fires tee shirt cannon at Marc, it hits him heavily in the back of the head. He finds that the shirt was wrapped around a rock*

Put on a shirt ya damn hippy!