Princess Peach's cake.

[coughingfit]

I am his friend. I am Australian. I agree with all his points.

and so. . .

No, I hate her and I hate you.

and I hate him too.

 

[tomtom94]

*raises eyebrow* I am well aware of the phenomenon [http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=245].

Bastard! I knew it wouldn't take long for someone to link that.

OT: She's a princess. It was probably prepared for her by a trained team of chefs.
So it'd probably be quite nice.
*will not acknowledge euphemistic tendencies*

 

[Avian Fang]

/thread

 

[Theo Rob]

In before any reference to the cake being a lie.

It must be really good cake to keep Mario going, although he does get a kiss on the nose too in Mario 64.

It's more than Link ever gets from Zelda come to think...

when captain n gets more then link you know something is wrong

 

[Harlemura]

It's more than Link ever gets from Zelda come to think...

You seen the end of the second Legend of Zelda game? Who knows what goes on behind that curtain.

As for the Peach scenario, I'd need details. I don't like cake if it has too much icing and if it's too dry I get grumpy.
I'm almost as fickle as the Princess herself.

 

[WanderingFool]

-snip-

So you hate because you want to... makes sense.

OT: I wouldnt save Peachs sorry ass for any "cake", baked good or otherwise. Bowser is a fucking fire-breathing turtle/lizard, thing... Peach can save her own ass, ill take the girls less likely to be kidnapped on a daily bases.

 

[Mr Companion]

You know I expected a certain degree of rage against this thread it being not very serious or misanthropic or anything but this is just BWUH? I know I am not being all angsty and cool but "I hate you" is a little extreme. I can whole heartedly understand why you might hate princess peach but what did I do? Kill your family at the start of the thread so that later on you might grow all big and strong to get revenge? Please explain in detail the actions that incurred such bad blood between us.

Good Sir,
I find it fascinating that you wish to discern the point at which my rage originated, and I feel that I should aid you in your quest for knowledge, as without my input the task is insurmountable.

Firstly, we must define the word hate. Oxford dictionary defines the word as "1. To dislike intensely or passionately; feel extreme aversion for or extreme hostility toward; detest..." and I feel this definition fits the required framework necessary to address this question. Using this definition we can now elucidate the answer to this question, and using the newly gained information we can adequately address the issues raised by the question.

Drawing from your quote we can see your struggle with the preconceived notions of extreme emotional feeling and a humanistic need to understand, evidenced by your statement "...but what did I do?" This seemingly rhetorical question is proven to in fact be a prosaic one, as you challenge the responder to "explain in detail the actions that incurred such bad blood between us."

Perhaps it is your 656 (at the time) post count that has altered your perspective but I assure you, my actions are not extreme in the least. Intense hatred is an activity that many of my friends and colleagues consider to be an amicable pastime, with some of the aforementioned friends openly discussing their over the top and unnecessary emotional discord towards another. These feelings are not caused over ruction however, they are formed through kinship, with each member of our select group comprehending the nature of the statement, noticing the jovial and lighthearted jest for what it is, a humourous manner in which to pass the time. Your inability to acknowledge these benevolent actions is not representative of the level of perspicacity which I had expected of you, a person whom has held an account at http://www.escapistmagazine.com/ for over twelve months, and I find it appalling that clarification needs to be supplied.

In response to your rather cliche question "what did I do?" I feel the best response is to reply, what didn't you do? Living as a free member of the Australian public it is my right to hate anything and everything for little to no reason, regardless of the target of the intended hate. I hate from the most pulchritudinous of women to the most malformed and twisted of men, and unfortunately for you sir, Mr Companion finds a place on that all encompassing list of hate.

Therefore, with careful and detailed consideration of the above mentioned reasons, you can see both the manner in which I hate you, and also the motives behind said hate. Thus, I offer this parting word of advice: In order to truly escape the far reaching grasps of my abhorrence you must absquatulate. Fleeing the the corners of the globe will enable you to avoid the contempt that I exude, however you must also realise that you cannot escape it, eventually the hatred will pervade your life and you will have to succumb to its morbid embrace.

And it is with that which I bid you good day. I fear for the length of this document and would write more but I appear to be overcome with somnolence, and should I remain awake I fear I may slip into a state of somnambulist consciousness, a state that would result in disaster.
Regards,
Mr.Cheese

(26/08/2010)

That was an explanation of both satisfactory detail and length. I am pleased to see you taken my response as seriously as I would hope. In particular I am pleased to see you explained the unusually strong emotions that you harbour for me. In fact upon even observing the scale of your explanation I became compelled to laugh, as most of those who write on the internet are lackluster in their dialogue while you seek to clarify to the fullest degree possible.

I am thankful that the seemingly unwarranted rage was instead a masked bond of companionship between two individuals who's compassionate interactions are thwarted not by geological distance or lack of basic contact, which I would consider heartwarming if I were to experience such strong emotional reactions as one such as yourself. In any case to avoid developing a monologue as vast as your own (which once again I must say I thoroughly approve of) I will conclude my response by appreciatively applauding you for your well constructed literary form with which you explained the error of my judgement. Good day to you.

 

[coughingfit]

-snip-

So you hate because you want to... makes sense.

OT: I wouldnt save Peachs sorry ass for any "cake", baked good or otherwise. Bowser is a fucking fire-breathing turtle/lizard, thing... Peach can save her own ass, ill take the girls less likely to be kidnapped on a daily bases.

Actually, I think his point was more he hates because he hates and that is all. Mr Cheese in incapable of showing any other recognizable human emotion.

 

[SyphonX]

I would throw Princess Peach off the castle wall, to be bounced off the jagged rocks below.

 

[Shoggoth2588]

After Mario and Bowser get through with her *edit* cake *edit*, I'm sure there's nothing left but icing

 

[Theo Rob]

After Mario and Bowser get through with her *edit* cake *edit*, I'm sure there's nothing left but icing

im with you
i will have some one else's "cake" thank you

 

[drbarno]

if you want my take on the series
Mario's a pimp, Bowser won't pay.

oh, and you get to see cake being made in the credits of super mario 64 ds