Friar Tuck

What? no, I have five and Emzee has...

AAAAAHHHHHHH!

I went down a star! How did this happen?!

If it makes you feel any better I just rated you at five stars =)

lol! goood question! I dunno, maybe people just like me more? I'm a sunny kind of guy

sorry friend, but are forever ingrained in my head as MZ/Emzee. Though I think I might convince myself to call you Bats...

Gaaa! All these people on my page! And hey Cap'n, wassup?

Why are there always either large mechas or monsters crushing everyone on my page?

Then it's not real paper as you mentioned. Its plastic-wraped paper. Even so, the fire I threw them in was hot enough to melt the lamination, destroying the precious paper inside.

Oh that's right, I almost forgot; I burned your papers and my mom has regained conscienceness. She rebukes you and your antics and gives me back my page.

*Tucky gets tired of this Golbez character and with a snap of his fingers makes him vanish along with the clowns*

I love being dictator of my own page

A giant clowns steps up and takes a might swing at the meteor with his rubber chicken, shooting it back to orbit. He then proceeds to laugh hysterically and squash Glbez in this size 50 red clown shoe

That would be a possibility

...

*Clown reinforcements arrive in tiny Volkswagons, a dozen per car, spilling out and swarming with their rubber chickens and bad gags*

Trust me, my mom would not do that... but that is still a low blow indeed.

And I'm sorry to inform you, but your powers are usless. The Clowns are on my side!

YOUR standards, not mine; this is MY page with MY standards which is different than yours. My standard dictates that small cities are the size of ant colonies, therefore my galaxy is planet-sized. My car will have an easy time squashing your mecha if you still want it to exist. Sorry, but loophole doesn't exist.

Congratulations! You beat an inanimate object and a creature that is about as smart as a zombie. If it took you this much brainpower to do so I think even my minions will have no problems in ultimately defeating you

Excellent excellent! You are doing well, my minion.

My second rule is no galaxy sized mechas allowed in my profile page! The largest mecha one can have here is the size of a small city. So let it be written, so let it be done!

*all current mechas vanish and we're back at the labyrinth*

hehe good, good!

Congrats TPtI! For your effort I declare thee thine new henchman! I will now bestow apon you a partion of my power *mumbles chant and light falls on TPtI*

Now go in my name, my son! Destroy the evil Captain and all his followers!

*Grabs SoulC and Cap'n and sticks them into his pocket-dimension*

Now some peace and quite so I can think of my next henchmen! Perhaps I should have applications...

Hmmm. Decisions, decisions

*ponders as undead SoulC beats Cap'n and TPtI tries to get my favor*

Why are you letter her ramble on?

I bestow upon you my bessings, O SoulC, to beat the snot out of him. My your actions prove worthy of your new-found direction

*begins chanting for SoulC*

Using the power invested in me I herby declare that this road is a two-way street and change the course to my will. This is the law of Friar's Profile Page and those that refuse to follow shall be banished!

SoulC has unwittingly helped he! By painting another arrow it is no longer a one-way street! I still win!

Never!

*goes over and flips the One-Way sign in the other direction*

Ha! Superior intellect wins again!