Shasta. We run a gamut, that's true. There's you way down at the bottom, and me way up here at the top. We're a spectrum. But this Sentinel... creature... ain't in it.
No, it's totes you, Funyons. You tipped your hand when you bought the idea that there was actual rage going on. All the little Hulksters know the format abuse is just for fun. It's as fake as spray-tan. But you don't seem to be clued in. That means fail is you.
Tamar is useless and creepy to boot, but I have to give her respect for outing notable whiny bitch Archangel. Archangel, I was hoping you were dead. You continue to disappoint me.
I nominate myself for the role of Jerry Lewis. A cold, cruel Jerry Lewis, who kicks the retarded kids when the cameras are focused elsewhere.
In that case, I want to play the role of Ed McMahon, who skims money off the top of each donation. You know, as a finder's fee.
I don't remember El Chup leaving Wordforge due to the non-sale of it to him. He left Wordforge because people started calling his mail order bride a camel.
I assumed it was somebody trying to pretend to be my dual, since I use "Sentinelangel" in other places.
Sorry bro. you've already been cast as gimp kid #4 If you behave, we might let you talk on the telephone.