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In my left hand/claw, I hold a stud. In my right hand/claw, I hold the minifig-sized Kanohi Ignika. This is because you didn't capitalize the "M" in "Mask". My Mask.

I officially, un-reversibly rename the Kanohi Ignika "the Mask". Everyone, including me, becomes a minifigure. The Mask is now also minifig-size. My Minifig-size Mask.

I have a funeral for who ever this "Right Now" person is. I then clap for your poem, which is truly impressive. You are so proud that your body just can't take it so you explode. My mask.

My apparent death was an after-image. Kudos to you, sir. Poisonous kudos. Your death is no after-image this time. My mask and epic comeback.

Die? Hah! The explosion that just ripped you apart didn't result from my death! It did, however, result in yours. My mask.

So simple and yet so beautiful...

I eat you. My mask.

I thank you for using the metric system too, then cut you in half, lengthwise. You die in agony. My mask.

I don't move. The whole pizzeria vaporizes as it nears me. I thank ShadowVezon for using the metric system, then simply incinerate him with my naginata and take the mask. He'll probably come up with an epic comeback, but eh. My mask.

I finish my last night at Freddy's by hypnotizing all the entities inside and forcing them to fight to the death. Toa Brian Nuva is the first casualty, being slowly ripped to pieces on both the physical and mental planes. I victoriously escape the building and punch Neo ShadowVezon in the face, just for fun. He tries to possess my mind or whatever, but soon finds his spirit trapped in my head. The mental demons I conjure attack him, stripping him of his free will and awesomeness. His body starts to rot too, but I take pity on him and kill him swiftly with just a mere thought. I take the mask and smile for the cameras. My mask and magazine cover.

Oh man... nostalgia. Anyone remember Junkbot or Junkbot Undercover?

Awesome. I wish my drawing style was of that calibre... Anyway, very well done. I love the blend between plantlife and mechanical elements. And then there's mini-Lewa...

Which one to choose, which one to choose... Kopaka and Lewa are beautifully relayed. I agree that a group shot must be made.

I have 6 freaking arms. I snap both your necks so you die while my other two arms/hands take the mask. My mask.

Toa Brian Nuva, you are mistaken. How is it possible for you to poke a hole in me when I currently have no body? I assure you, whoever's soul you just drank, that wasn't me. But you do not have time to reminisce about this for much longer as you feel your body start to spasm and crack. Your spirit is ousted from your body, and you watch in horror as your former self becomes... Triclops-Echo. I absorb your spirit into my naginata, then release it in a concentrated blast at Onaku. The mask lands safely in my hands as the two of you are fused, driving yourselves insane. My mask.

I use the power of cupcakes and bribe my brother to put a bag over your head. You then promptly explode. I get the mask and fortress. My mask and fortress.

I tip my hat to Onaku, spilling acid on him and reducing him to ashes. I then take the mask and fortify the cupcake factory. My mask and fortified cupcake factory.

I offer the protesters cupcakes to beat you up. The next day you are found dead in the ruins of a cupcake factory. My mask.

Shrapnel from my imploding body somehow finds its way to your face and through the other end. The fragment, still barely alive, touches the target mask and revives me completely. My mask.

I smother you with a flag. My mask, your flag.

I cover and suffocate you in ink. My mask.

I appoint you vice-president, then step down. You have so much stuff to do for the country that you simply wither and die from exhaustion. My mask.

I murder you in a rage that is not appropriate for BZPower. I then murder Putin in an even greater rage. My mask and Putin's death. P.S. Please don't mention current events in Ukraine, for many reasons.

I speak to both of you and the bubble in rapid Ukrainian. All of you pop. My soapy mask.

My fluencies in four languages and five dialects awe you guys. My mask, four languages and five dialects.