( ´ω`) I'm way ahead of my time.

( ´ω`) sigh... You're really reaching these days, Junior.

(　･ิm･ิ) Don't worry about being eaten by bears, son. It won't hurt all that much. You'll go into shock long before they really start ripping chunks of your flesh off.

(　･ิω･ิ) Whoops, had my Frankpa mask on by mistake.

.

.

(・∀・) k

( ﾟ ヮﾟ) ZOMG! Death by bear! I can enjoy that!

Σ>(εﾟハﾟ)з °o O (...All is going according to plan.)

(・∀・) What plan? We'll all be dead in a day.

( ﾟσﾟ) Bears? I love bears!

( > A <) I hate bears...

(・∀・) Whee! One day left!

( ´ω`) Junior, would you like some kool aid?

(・∀・) Drink Grandpa's kool-aid? I don't know about this.

( ´ω`) C'mon, drink it. Clonepa did, and he's doing great. See?

( xωx)

(・∀・) No, I'd rather be alive so I can see DQN end.

( ・ω・) I'm still alive. I was just spending a little time dead for tax reasons.

(・∀・) I suck cocks

( ・-・) Time to pay your inheritance tax, Clonepa. The same goes for everybody else tomorrow.

( ´ω`) Get out, beady-eyes. Take Clonepa with you.

( ・-・) Be patient, Grandpa. All you have to do is wait a few more hours.

──　=≡∧__∧　
── =≡（ ´ω`）　 ≡　I said GET OUT!
─　=≡○_　　 ⊂)=　 ＼ 从／　-=≡ ｒ（ ・-・） alright already, jeeeeeeeeez...
──　=≡ >　　 ＿_　ノ )）< 　 ＞ 　-=　〉皿　 つ
─　=≡　 (　／　≡ 　　 ／VV＼-=≡⊂ ､　>>
── .=≡( ノ　=≡　　 　　　　　　　　-=　 し'
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( ・-・) Just a little longer...

　Σ>(εﾟハﾟ)з　　　。
　　　　　　　　　　　o
　　　　　　　　　　。
　　　　　　 ∩_∩ sigh...
　　　　　　（ x-x）　　　　
　　　　　　 ＼　つつ
　　　　　　　　＼　つつ
　　　　　　　　　∫￣
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　　　　　　　　,-┴-、
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(・∀・) Grandpa, can tanasinn save us?

( ・ω・) Well, I can't say I haven't had a good run.

( ´ω`) You're far too modest. You've had a terrible run.

(;・∀・) oh god oh god oh god oh god we're doomed

( ・-・) IT'S THE END

( ´ω`) Bring it on!

( ・-・) THE DAY OF DESTRUCTION HAS COME

( ´ω`) Whaddya know, we're still here!

(・∀・) I knew we weren't gonna die.

( ・ω・) B-but that was MY CHANCE!!! My chance to take the spotlight from Grandpa! Why??? WHY?!?

( ・-・) I am thoroughly disappointed.

щ(`Д´щ) WHY did you steal my question?

( ﾟ ヮﾟ) What are those red lights coming from the sky?!?!

( ﾟ ヮﾟ) Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see!

( ・-・) I'm just a poor boy, and I'm ruining the song for you

∧_∧　 ∩　
( ﾟ ヮﾟ)彡☆
　⊂彡☆))-・) ow.
　　☆

(ﾟ∀ﾟ) It's the end of the world as we know it~

(ﾟ∀ﾟ) And I feel fine~

(ﾟ∀ﾟ) End of Worlds always make me hungry for a sandwich.

( ・-・) You've been popping the happy pills again, Junior. Your eyes betray you.

(ﾟ∀ﾟ) I SEE STARS!!!

(ﾟ∀ﾟ) 5000 OF THEM!!!

（ ° ぅ ° ） Oh my God, it's full of stars.

( ´ω`) Oh my God, it's full of idiots.

( ・-・) Ach mein Gott, ist ich fullen der drug junkies!

（ ・∀・）Why is it full of idiots grandpa?

（ ・∀・）Großvater, sprechen Sie Deutsches?

(ﾟ∀ﾟ) Oh mon dieu, c'est plein d'étoiles !!!

( ´ω`) Stop it, you're giving me flashbacks of WW2.

( ´ω`) que?

( ´ω`) nanda to?

(ﾟ∀ﾟ) мой бог, оно полно звезд !

( ﾟ ヮﾟ) Oh my God, it's full of Russians!

( ´ω`) In Soviet Russia... what?

(ﾟ∀ﾟ) Mordor, o ho nono enter!

( ´ω`) Speak friend, and enter.

(ﾟ∀ﾟ) 5001: A Time Odyssey!

( ´ω`) Who're you again?

(ﾟ∀ﾟ) A giant pretzel!

( ´ω`) Arruckus -- men call it Doon, the Dessert Planet. It is a sugar covered wasteland entirely devoid of entrees, patrolled by a terrifying species of giant pretzel. This savage world is the setting for an apocalyptic drama. On one side is the evil baron Vladimir Hardchargin -- ruthless, voracious, extremely fat. Opposing him: Pall Agamemnides, the teen-ager who may {or may not} be the messiah. Paul's only allies are the planet's nomadic tribes, the fiercely religious, sweatsuit-wearing Freedmenmen. These forces clash in a deadly contest over Doon's one precious resource, a substance found nowhere else in the universe: the mind-altering liquid known as beer.

( ﾟ -ﾟ) I must not have fun. Fun is the time-killer. Fun is for
inferiors, servants and the help. I will ignore fun. I will work
through it. And when the fun is gone only I will remain--I, and
my will to win. Damn, I'm good.

( ´ω`) Man sure loves his singing.

(・∀・) Wish we did...

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(・∀・) Stars are full of it.

( ´ω`) Not too bad, Junior, not too bad.

( ´ω`) Watch out for those sunbeams, Junior. I read today that now photons have mass.

(・∀・) You mean they didn't before?

( ´ω`) Nope.

(・ω・) Those photons are eating too much lately.

Wheeeee! I'm a photon!
　　 　　∧_∧　　　　　　whump
　 = ≡（,, ･ω･）、　／⌒ヽ　 　
　　　　⊂ ⊂　　))）:;）ω´）＜ Damn you, Clonepa, this will not stand!
　　＝≡<／<／ ⊂　　Ｏ）　
　　　　　　　　 　　（　　　ヽ
　　　　　　　　　　 ∪￣＼ )

──　=≡∧__∧　
── =≡（ ´ω`）　 ≡　...so GTFO! 　　　 　
─　=≡○_　　 ⊂)=　 ＼ 从／-=≡ ｒ（　･ω･）
──　=≡ >　　 ＿_　ノ )）< 　 ＞ 　-=　〉皿　 つ
─　=≡　 (　／　≡ 　　 ／VV＼-=≡⊂ ､　>>
── .=≡( ノ　=≡　　 　　　　　　　　-=　 し'
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( ・-・) GRANDPA THE UNIVERSE ENDED ON 1993-09-5000 SO WAKE UP AND TAKE YOUR PILLS YOU'RE MISSING ALL THE FUN.

( ´ω`) Okay, before I kick you off the pier to drown your sad rabbit self again, explain to me how there'd be so much fun happening after the end of the universe. Seriously.

( ・-・) um... you're still asleep.

( ´ω`) I have to thank you for waking me. If you hadn't shown up... my sleep... would have been eternal.

( ´ω`) Do you hear me, Clonepa?

( ´ω`) I . . . am Grandpa. I am here to send you to your ultimate fate. You'll make a fine quarry for my final hunt.

( ´ω`) This thread is making me wish that the world really did end on 93-9-5000.

( ´ω`) What a train wreck.

(´ω` ) Now, follow me! To a land of alcohol! ...and peanuts.

(・∀・ ) Yay, peanuts!

( ・-・) I don't approve of alcoholic beverages.

( ・-・) ...or peanuts.

──　=≡∧__∧　
── =≡（ ´ω`）　 ≡　Did I say you can come back here, beady?　
─　=≡○_　　 ⊂)=　 ＼ 从／-=≡ ｒ（　・-・）
──　=≡ >　　 ＿_　ノ )）< 　 ＞ 　-=　〉皿　 つ
─　=≡　 (　／　≡ 　　 ／VV＼-=≡⊂ ､　>>
── .=≡( ノ　=≡　　 　　　　　　　　-=　 し'
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　∩_∩
　( ・-・)　 So much for constructive criticism
〜〜〜〜〜〜〜〜〜〜〜〜〜〜〜〜〜〜〜〜〜〜〜

　∩_∩
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　( ・-・)　 Apparently bunny ears cannot be used as a flotation device.

　∩_∩
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　　　 。
　　　ﾟ
　( ・-・)　 Or maybe they could, if they were attached a bit better.

　∩_∩
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　　　 。
　　　ﾟ

　( ・-・)　 Ah the lamentations of one who is without his inflatable bunny ears. Surely I shall soon drown.

　∩_∩
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　　　 。
　　　ﾟ

　 。
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　( ._.)　 How much further, I wonder...

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　　　 。
　　　ﾟ

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　　 。

　( ._.)　 Is that a treasure chest?

　∩_∩
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　　　 。
　　　ﾟ

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　( x_x)　 Nope. Just my grave. Sigh...

( ´ω`) I was afraid he'd never shut up.

( ・-・) Well, continue to live in fear, then.

( ´ω`) How many siblings does that beady fag have?!

( ・-⊂)] OVER NINE THOUSAAAAND!

( ´ω`) Take those foul things off before someone sees you!

　　　　　　　∧＿∧　∩＿∩
　　　　　　∩・ω・　）（　・-・）　
　　　　　　ヽ　　　　.）（　つ¶　９　　　
　　　　　　|￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣|
　　　　　　|. DQN Partyvan .|
　　　　　　|＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿|　　
　　　　　 .||. ∧＿∧　　∧∧　 ||　　
　　　　　 .|| （ ´ω` ）　(　・∀・)　||
　　　　　 ||-────────||　
　　　　　 ||　＿＿＿＿＿＿＿　.||　-HONK HONK-
　　　　　.||＿＿　　　　　　　＿＿||　
　　　　　.|〇〇|≡≡@≡≡.|〇〇|
　　　　 .｛二二二二<ヽ｀∀´>二二二二｝
　　　　　 凵　　　　　　　　　 　 凵

　　　　　　　∧＿∧　∩＿∩
　　　　　　∩・ω・　）（　・-・）　
　　　　　　ヽ　　　　.）（　つ¶９　　　
　　　　　　|￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣|
　　　　　　| . DQN Partyvan . |
　　　　　　|＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿|　　
　　　　　 .||. ∧＿∧　　∧∧　 ||　　Whee, took the curve a bit
　　　　　 .|| （ ´ω` ）　(　・∀・)||　 too tighly there Grandpa!
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　　　　 .｛二二二<ヽ｀∀´>二二二｝
　　　　　 凵　　　　　　　　　 　 凵

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You can't see the face of God.

But sup anyway, Grandpa. I'll see you in a few months.

( ´ω`) Fine, but this time you're paying for the beer.

( ´ω`)