Edmund BlackAdder
<B>Rabid Wolverine</B>
Great Ape, Guardian and Master, I hereby Summon You!
Master of the spelling error, Guardian of the sacred ramble, keeper of the explosive keyboard diahrea, burner of the black candle, and cross trainer of the cross my fart bras, I call upon you to appear!
Your legend and ego are well known. By your tape library you are known. By the names you drop, by the threads you rape, by the hair and teeth we gnash while attempting to translate your keyboard droppings into something resembling human communications. I demand you make your precence known!
The ghosts of Lee, Presas, Funaki, Bronner and more cry for you to cease your unending dropping of their names and impersonation of their styles. Those still among the living laugh at you behind your back, or to your electronic face. Red of the neck, trash of the trailer, digested remains of yesterdays dinner, you are the living embodyment of all that is morbidly humerous in the arts this day.
Appear before me, so that I may cast you out, wretched demon!
The Council of SokeDokes and Respected Dudes demands your head!
Appear Demon!
Enroll thyself in thine local community college remedial language course!
Learn to communicate and evolve you poor primate, evolve into a higher plane of existance!
Clean youself and purify, safe from the sin of those questionable hookups!
Begone! Evil! Vicious! Illiterate! Demon! Spawn! From! Heeeellll!
Come now, into the Bright!
Can I get an "Ahem!" from the congregation!
Hellalulu!
(All typos, errors and such intentional. Poor humor moreso.)
Master of the spelling error, Guardian of the sacred ramble, keeper of the explosive keyboard diahrea, burner of the black candle, and cross trainer of the cross my fart bras, I call upon you to appear!
Your legend and ego are well known. By your tape library you are known. By the names you drop, by the threads you rape, by the hair and teeth we gnash while attempting to translate your keyboard droppings into something resembling human communications. I demand you make your precence known!
The ghosts of Lee, Presas, Funaki, Bronner and more cry for you to cease your unending dropping of their names and impersonation of their styles. Those still among the living laugh at you behind your back, or to your electronic face. Red of the neck, trash of the trailer, digested remains of yesterdays dinner, you are the living embodyment of all that is morbidly humerous in the arts this day.
Appear before me, so that I may cast you out, wretched demon!
The Council of SokeDokes and Respected Dudes demands your head!
Appear Demon!
Enroll thyself in thine local community college remedial language course!
Learn to communicate and evolve you poor primate, evolve into a higher plane of existance!
Clean youself and purify, safe from the sin of those questionable hookups!
Begone! Evil! Vicious! Illiterate! Demon! Spawn! From! Heeeellll!
Come now, into the Bright!
Can I get an "Ahem!" from the congregation!
Hellalulu!
(All typos, errors and such intentional. Poor humor moreso.)