Planning Interstellar Aquamarines, since it's 15% off all hot pink/light blue/dark blue/smoked gray weapons until the third. Now I need to look into Space Marine bodies and possible decals. Also helmets.
Seriously, why is it that the enemies in games always have the best guns, but they leave them laying on the ground?
I mean, really. I'm running around with a semi-automatic shotgun, a sine wave gun, a space-age magnum, a frigging laser beam and an anti-tank rifle that I use against infantry. And I found all of them besides the magnum, which was given to me.
You'd think the savior of the galaxy wouldn't need to scrounge weapons off the ground.
Toying with mortals does not. You are all merely gears in a vast cosmic watch.
"Yes, but if ve're just insignifcant metal to you, vy are ve here?"
I never said you were insignificant, any of you.
"You implied it though."
I may have implied it, yes. We are not used to interacting with you mortals this directly, I must admit.
"Ye never answered the big lug's question."
"Big Lug, am I? Say that again, boy. Ve all know you von't."
I brought all of you here because I have a trial
Anyone know the average going prices for these minifigs?
Series 3 Sumo Wrestler
Series 3 Samurai
Series 3 Elf
Series 4 Sailor
Series 4 Hockey Player
Series 4 Soccer/Football Player
Series 4 Punk Rocker
Go back in time.
Give Gavrilo Princip a sandwich after he tries to kill Archduke Ferdinand so he doesn't go get one himself at a resturaunt the archduke passes by.
And then knock him out after he finishes it.
When I was a young boy I'd follow the path
Down past the dunes to the sea
And there on the warm sandy beaches we'd lie
The furry old lobsters and me
They'd whistle and squeal as they ran through the waves
So sleek, so furry and fair
But now when I go down to see my old friends
The beaches are empty and bare
Sing hey hidey ho, where'd the old lobster go?
And his body so furry and brown?
Sing ho hidey hey, have they all gone away?
For we haven't seen many around
New York sends a mo
Standing there alone
the ship is waiting
all systems are go
are you sure?
control is not convinced
but the computer
has the evidence
"no need to abort"
the countdown starts
watching in a trance
the crew is certain
nothing left to chance
all is working
trying to relax
up in the capsule
"send me up a drink"
jokes Major Tom
the count goes on
4 3 2 1
Earth below us
drifting falling
floating weightless
calling calling home...
second stage is cut
we're now in orbit
stabi
