( ´ω`) I'm way ahead of my time.

(・∀・) Junior Jr.

(　・∀・） ... Wait, what am I doing here?

( ・-・) Caught in an endless, spiralling loop, there is no hope of respite, no hope of escape for this old man.

(″･ิ_･ิ)っ-̾ I'll do the narration around here, young rabbit.

(・∀・) Now I've lost it.

(・∀・) I know I can kill.

( ・-・) You couldn't kill a fly even if you didn't shriek and hide under your bed every time you see one.

( ´ω`) Grandpa, I love you!
( ´ω`) I love you too, now go back to bed.

(・∀・) Why are you talking to yourself, grandpa?

( ´ω`) I'm just reading ahead in the script, trying to find the part where we get back on topic here.

(・∀・) Granpa, who killed 4-ch?

( ´ω`) Some anonymous twit, Junior.

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　　　　( ﾟД´)∩　　IT WAS I
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　　　 ノ⁁ へ
　　　( ク　＼ク

(・∀・) What goes on in the mind of an old man, grandpa?

( ´ω`) ...

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( ´ω`) ... what?

( ´ω(・∀・)

( ´ω(・∀・) Grandpa, why are you sneaking up on me?

Hush. It'll only take 5 minutes...
( ´ω(・∀・) Uh... dad... help?

(　･ิω･ิ) Who's your dad, NOW? Not I, not I.

　　　　╭―勹
　　　　（(Ⅻ)）
　　　　( ﾟД´)∩　　I AM YOUR FATHER
　　 ⊂|：乂：| /
　　　 ノ⁁ へ
　　　( ク　＼ク

( ´ω`) ... maybe the next thread should just be Junior & I doing the question/answer thing. There's way too many characters to keep track of now.

( ・-・) To be honest, I don't think anybody could be trusted to enforce it.

(・∀・) Grandpa, where do emergency mittens come from? There are so many of them... do they grow on trees or something?

( ´ω`) Emergency Mittens are knitted by the thousands in dirty offshore factories by indentured blind Chinese orphan girls, and then shipped in bulk to trouble spots all over the world, Junior.

( ﾟ -ﾟ) ... really? That's sad.

( ﾟ ヮﾟ) MITTENS!!!!!

(ﾟ- ﾟ ) Excuse me, I need to go see my therapist now.

( ´ω`) Heh heh...

( ﾟ ヮﾟ) Lick me down there, Junior!

(・∀・) Grandpa said you don't take a bath so... No.

(　･ิω･ิ) I wish girls would say that to me...

( ﾟ ヮﾟ) Lick me down there, Not-Junior's-Dad!

(　･ิω･ิ) No. You're not a girl.

( ﾟ -ﾟ) what?

(　･ิω･ิ) You're a disembodied floating head. There's nothing down there to lick.

( ﾟ -ﾟ) So are you...

( ´ω`) Wh...wha!? I'm a floating head?!

( ´ω`) . . Dagnabbit, you're right! JUNIOR! Why didn't you say something sooner?!

( ⊃ω⊂) OH GOD IM GONNA DIE

(・∀・) I'm used to being a floating head. I figured it was the natural state of things.

( `)(´) Consider yourselves lucky.

) Yeah. I'm just a floating parentheses, and it sucks.

) People call me Cheekpa.

(　･ω･) Sounds like a pretty half-assed character design.

(・∀・) Grandpa, whose head did that talking chunk come from?

(　･ω･) I dunno, Raymond.

➝ The name's "Rayman", pilgrim, and don't ye be forgetten it.,

(　･ω･) All right, Raymond, I'll make a note of it.

? I FUCKING TOLD YOU IT'S "RAYMAN" I WILL KILL YOU FAGGOT AAAAGHHH

( ´ω`) Quit answering my questions for me, crapass...

( ´ω`) So what was your question again, Raymond?

? RAYMAN YOU DUMBASS RAYMAN

➝ Who in the hell's this questerin mark imposter?

? I AM RAYMAN MACFAIL

( ´ω`) Sonny, you need to GTFO my thread.

(　･ω･) Can I stay?

( ´ω`) No.

(　･ω･) I don't have anywhere else to go. My thread smells. Let me stay!

( ´ω`) Get back in the vat, Clonepa.

(　･ω･) I can pay rent!

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　 　　　　 　　／ ∧＿∧　＼　< I hate the clone vat.
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(・∀・) When did Clonepa get a UFO?

( ・-・) He requisitioned one earlier from the prop department.

( ´ω`) in my day we didn't have no Clonepa-thingamagiggys, new fangled UFOs, ACII art, or non of this junk-a-munk thats ruining young peoples' minds today.

Yougins use to know how to respect their grandpas! Hrmmph

(・∀・) Need I remind you that your day was over a long time before Al Gore came along with his Internet?

( ´ω`) We didn't need any new-fangled internets in my day. If we wanted to retrieve some data, we'd dang-shure walk uphill, both ways with no shoes on, and get the punch-card ourselves.

( ´ω`) And when I say punch-cards I mean punch-cards boy! We had to take these little papers and use our own callosed overworked union hands to punch the right pattern! And each msitake gotcha 20 lashings from the foreman.

( ・-・) "Msitake"? Looks like you're in for twenty lashings, old man.

( ´ω`) Forty, I missed "calloused" too.

( ´ω`) Good thing those days are over, isn't it?

( ・∀・) Corporeal punishment went out of fashion long ago.

( ・∀・) This means you can't physical touch me as a means of discipline, right Grandpa?

(・∀・) Who are you?
( ・∀・) Copior.

(・∀・) Can I call you Xerox?

(・∀・ ) Why am I talking to myself?

( ・∀・) i dunno lol

( ´ω`) I can still use psychological means to discipline you.

( ・∀・) I'll become a Scientologist, and not believe in psychology. What now, Grandpa?

( ´ω`) I'll forcefeed you Ritalin until you shut up about the history of psychiatry.

( ・∀・) Hooray, smartpills! Does it taste like candy?

( ´ω`) Does what taste like what?

( ・∀・) Candy. Do you know what that is Grandpa?

( ´ω`) Yes, it's an old French animation series.

(・∀・) French people smell funny.

( ´ω`) You smell funnier. Go take a bath.

(-.-) Fuck this shit I'm releasing the mittens.

(・∀・) Grandpa, what was life like before repetitive Grandpa threads?

( ´ω`) Fapping to Pin-up Japanese Girls.

( ・-・) So anyway, I tried joining the ROKAF, but they wouldn't let me cause i wasn't K.

( ´ω`) You should talk to General Woundwort. He can hook you up.

(・∀・) Grandpa, how long do you think we can keep up the question/answer format this time?

( ´ω`) Frosted Butts.

(・∀・) Um... Toasty Boobs!

( ´ω`) Excellent! Now....

( ´ω`) Mittens au jus.

(・∀・) Hmmm... Beady Eyes Burrito?

( ´ω`) No. Try again.

(・∀・)

(・∀・) Clonepa jubilee?

( ´ω`) ... I'll give you partial credit for that.

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i 　乂-‐　−! i 　One Clonepa Jubilee, come 'n' get it!
＼ヽ .ゞ　- ﾉノ 　
　　｀｀フ　i´　 　　　　　　人
　 　 / ＼ﾉゝ　 　　 　　人人
　　/__i |丱!|　 　 　 　 ( ・ω・) it burns it burns!
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( ・ω・) Grandpa, when will the hurting stop?

( ´ω`) Soon enough.

　从从
( ・ω・)

　　ξ
( xωx)

(´ω｀⌡) JUST
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(・∀・) Grandpa, is it wrong to murder on a Friday night?

( ´ω`) Why do you want to know?

(・∀・) Mittens told me that meat is murder, and I was looking forward to a bacon double cheeseburger this Friday.

( ´ω`) Eating meat, like abortion, is in fact murder. But it's murder in self defense, so you're in the clear, kiddo.

(・∀・) So what do you call eating an aborted fetus?

(・∀・) I'm only asking out of, um, curiosity. No sinister undertones, no sir.

( ´ω`)

(・∀・) Come on, grandpa. I didn't eat any fetuses. Don't look at me like that.

( ´ω`)