I stretch the goggles on your head very far back, while you are strapped to a wooden board with belts, I let go off the goggles and they smash your head in.
My mere presence makes you fall to your knees and cry in agony. But the angelic glare of my holy flame is too much for you to bare. You kill yourself, knowing that you are not worthy of being in the same universe (let alone, room) than my avi.
my avatar confronts you in the most epic way possible and at the finale i got you to look at the lives you have ended feel terrible about it accept jesus christ then you let me kill you to be with him
I put you, Chuck Norris and Mr. T in the same room, then run far away. Then the room explodes from the level of awesome of having Chuck Norris and Mr. T in the same room.
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