You sir are an evil, evil man of evil.Bernzz said:Oh well, good luck with that. Mr. I-Can't-Sleep. Anywho, I'm off to that warm, comfy bed now. My models are beckoning to me...like Sirens, without the whole death thing. Until you burst through the window.Jester Lord said:Curse you and your ability of sleep. I will get you.Bernzz said:Alone? In my warm, comfy bed? Surrounded by all these models? I'm never alone, mate.Jester Lord said:Never be alone...Bernzz said:Lol, sorry. I wasn't gloating, I was just...stating that...that I should probably head off soon.Jester Lord said:Stop gloating... its not nice.Bernzz said:I probably should go to bed now...Jester Lord said:Sorry if Im being crabby. I haven't slept in about 73 hours 35 minutes and 22 seconds.Bernzz said:Sorry, sorry, you're right. It's like...4 am over here, and I'm completely out of it...so bloody tired...Jester Lord said:2x?!?! Im insulted! It would be at least 4x damage.Bernzz said:But I love that first part.Jester Lord said:I say "What are you doing? Its me! Come on think hard."
I then shoot them with my gun. Actually forget that first part, I just shoot them with my gun.
"C'mon man, you don't remember? We were best buddies, man, and now you've got a gun pointing at my face. What happened to you, man?"
And then surprise attack for 2x damage.
Damn insomnia.
To my nice, comfy bed...all nice and warm...good night's sleep...
Sorry, did I gloat off there? (like dozing off (mmm sleep) but with gloating)
Anyway, g'night mate. Good luck with being a Lord of Jesters and all, while I'm Lord of Models. [/gloat]