But who am I to judge humanity?

[Vanguard]

You bore the entire universe.

Snappy comeback good sir! oh, well played! What ho, single-cell brained organism?

[Mr. Anderson]

Granted...I didn't write any of these poems, but hey, they rock none the less.

[Nightmare X]

Poems are for hopeless romantics, and hopeless romantics need to be shot, no one cares if you made them or not, and I don't think you in the position to pick on my comebacks when yours use such inane attempts at insults as "single cell-brained organism", especially since everyone knows I have enough brain cells to kick your ass.


I would suggest you to leave this forum, as I will be mindlessly assaulting you every chance I get, why? Because I'm an asshole, and I don't give a shit if you don't like it.

[Mr. Anderson]

WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING TO?

[Vanguard]

And I don't give a shit if you pester me or not. If you could not tell, that was a joking comeback there. Who would insult someone by saying what ho first?

Enough brain cells to kick my ass? If it's such an easy task, then why are you not doing it, hm? My rump lacks a foot in it, yet you say you can. Why do tomorrow what you can do today?

here, will this be an insult more up to par of your standards?

Take a splintery piece of wood, cram it in your asshole and use it for a dildo, you dyslexic infantile sloth of what resembles a Howler monkey.

[Vanguard]

WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING TO?

he would be addressing the both of us, good sirrah

[Mr. Anderson]

I wish he wouldn't.  He's confusing the hell out of me.

[Vanguard]

Maybe it's because he can't make a coherent sentence to get into a prostitute's bed.

[Mr. Anderson]

....

dude, stop, your lame.

[Vangaurd]

If you mean me, I would like to, but I like to finish my fights. And I don't think Nightmare will be stopping anytime soon.

[Mr. Anderson]

One last thing before I depart for this evening though...

Keep going getting higher
New worlds waiting in the sky
To escape the feasting and the hunger
Not the monsters in our minds

We got our hands on this ship
And stowed away into the night
The four of us and Pasha dear
She to steer and we to fight

Federal rules and regulations
No more laughter left on earth
Outer space our one salvation
May god help us in our search

We went so fast that we grew younger
Put this ship on cruise control!
We all did our best with Pasha
But not as good as good ol' Joe

Love never should have entered
It was never in the plan
We were finally going to have her
And let Joe be damned...

Monsters, monsters, monsters in the night
Monsters, monsters, monsters in black and white
Monsters, monsters, monsters out of control
Monsters, monsters, monsters when you're alone
Monsters, monsters, monsters feeding on themselves
Monsters, monsters on the road to hell...

Joe awoke from a stupor
It was clear something was wrong
He rushed in and found us with her
And in his rage he aimed his gun

One shot and it was over
Pasha smiled and then was gone...

[Vanguard]

Oh, another poem. Didn't make much sense to me, mainly due to not really reading it.

Hm, it appears that my quarry has left this evening. He does not appear online. Odd little miffy.

[Nightmare X]

here, will this be an insult more up to par of your standards?

Take a splintery piece of wood, cram it in your asshole and use it for a dildo, you dyslexic infantile sloth of what resembles a Howler monkey.

Nope, my insults consist of calling people idiots, morons, etc. then picking on their argument be it entirely or by parts, aswell as adding some ridicule for my personal amusement on it, this usually can be stretched by adding criticisms of the individual's personality and way of acting then mercilessly picking on them.

[Anonymous]

And somewhere out there in the world, a puppy finds it's way home each and everytime.

[Vanguard]

Wow, predictable. And cliche. Good show, nightmare.

I won't bother wasting my time. I don't even have anything else to do, yet I know there are better things to do than sit here and squabble with someone that fights people over the internet for no reason.

But since I like to finish my fights...

*takes a rusty iron pipe, whacks nightmares head a few times, breaks his jaw to fit the pipe in his mouth, then pours a lethal mixture of arsenic and cyanide, with some ammonia for good measure down the pipe and into nightmare's gullet, followed by an antimatter power bomb set to detonate in 30 seconds, then quickly encases him in an unbreakable adamantium box, welding it shut through the good-smelling ways of braze welding, and follows it up by letting the power bomb explode in the box, disintegrating all form of matter in whatever state they are inside of the box, followed up by taking the box to a nearby blackhole and tossing it in, compressing and expanding the box from the size of a planet to a mere single atom with gravitational forces powerful enough to crush an entire galaxy in a milisecond before coming out the other end of the black hole as a scattered cluster of barren molecules which are promptly obliterated by a biomechanical recreation of Bahamut and his Mega Flare*

If you worm your way out of that one without being a cheapass and saying your immune to guests will only further demonstrate your absolute idiocy and being unable to accept defeat while being an asshole while your'e about it.