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yes, Belgium. no one cares about Belgium.
... I'm not sure how I should take this response...
Post self-deleted by Sixteen islands.
The Westboro Baptist Church, Post-Handover Jackie Chan, and Poseidon
A Spartan IV in light blue armour stepped into the dimply lit room, walked up to the desk in the middle of the hardwood floor, placed both hands on its dark brown surface, and stared at the back of the swivel chair in front of her. The window at the back of the room was covered by blinds, thin rays of light filtering through the cracks and falling delicately onto the ground. The blue Spartan cleared her throat and continued staring at the chair, which remained motionless. In the tiny beams of light, the Spartan could see little specs of dust falling to the ground, as if the room had been quite still for some time, and her entrance had disturbed the tiny debris. Suddenly, without warning, the chair whipped around to reveal Derf, his fingertips placed together. The Spartans stared at each other for a moment, before Derf spoke.
"HELLOOOOOOOO KAT! Has Mangle been vanquished with the fury of one hundred exploding suns?"
The blue Spartan stared at his visor, which had the face of a smiling demon painted upon it. What a creepy guy.
"I apologize sir, but we were unable to locate the target."
Derf slammed his fist on the desk.
"GODDAM IT BERNICE!"
"My name isn't-"
"I ASKED YOU TO VANQUISH HIM! WITH THE FURY OF ONE HUNDRED EXPLODING SUNS"
"But sir I-"
"ONE HUNDRED! YOU'VE FAILED ME!"
"Sir I do believe-"
"HOW MANY SUNS DID I SAY!?"
"Sir I-"
"HOW MANY!?"
"One hundred exploding suns sir."
"ONE HUNDRED! NOW GO OUT AND DO IT! GAWD."
The Spartan left the room and shut the door, leaving Derf to swivel in his chair, cackling and shrouded in darkness. Suddenly, as if struck by a thought of the utmost importance, Derf stopped swivelling and looked at his desk, pressing a button on a machine.
"Hey Marge, could you bring me another one of those juice box things?"
From the hallway, a middle aged woman called out.
"Sir, that's a calculator not an intercom."
Derf pondered this for a second.
"Where's my intercom?"
"We don't have one. You spent the rest of our money on juice boxes."
Derf stared at the calculator, as if trying to burn it with his stare. When this attempt was inevitably foiled by physics, Derf stabbed the calculator with his Khukuri and began swivelling again.
Goodnamesarealltakenvania, Nearly Finland, and Oskary
That's a normal day at work for me.
Seriously though, Lockheed Martin is like that.
Why me!?!?
Clearly you haven't read my factbook.
why am I your enemy? what did i do?
The bugging Mangle is new...
Something probably.
Your an INFP?
You wouldn't think so, would you. If you saw the way I interact with my main region, you'd totally see it.
what's your main region?
Same goes with me...
The Western Colonies. I'm Recheve.
I just remembered I have finals tomorrow at school... Crap...
Why Belgium
wow I missed a lot
*GASP*
GFG
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