A glorious band, the chosen few
On whom the Spirit came;
Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew,
And mocked the cross and flame.
They met the tyrant's brandished steel,
The lion's gory mane;
They bowed their heads the death to feel:
Who follows in their train?
Oh, that You would bless me indeed, and enlarge my territory, that Your hand would be with me, and that You would keep me from evil, that I may not cause pain.
Hey, Marzipan. It's the Thnikkaman! Your Marzipan machine's been Thnikkafied! I was just calling up to see if you wanted to join my Thnikkaband. I got instruments, drums, cymbals, drums. Now all I need is some Thnikkagirls to dance around in some go-go boots. All you gotta do is shimmy-shake a little bit to the left, and, if time permits, shimmy-shake a little bit to the right. Oh, and in regards to your question, "can you have some?", yeah, shut up, kid!
"You are kidding me. Did you just stuff that Aperture Science Thing-We-Don't-Know-What-It-Does into an Aperture Science Emergency Intelligence Incinerator? That has got to be the dumbest thing that — whoa, whoa, whoaaa, WHOAAAAA..."
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It would've worked if you hadn't stopped me.
It means... that this damn thing doesn't work at all!
Fake-a$$ girls all know your name and
Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous."
On whom the Spirit came;
Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew,
And mocked the cross and flame.
They met the tyrant's brandished steel,
The lion's gory mane;
They bowed their heads the death to feel:
Who follows in their train?
At least I admit it!
"...What the hell are you doing in the bathroom day and night? Why don't you get out of there and give someone else a chance?"