Duo Duopierce: Man, this must go back ages. Anzudime: There's nothing to go back. I just saw the dude around, and my stupid-duncefuck-o'-meter went off. Duopierce: Oh no, not that meter. Duopierce: Maybe you should get XBox live and become a Halo freak, then you can talk all the time. Duopierce: "SHUT UP NEWB!!!" Anzudime: I don't want to develop a deep voice by shouting netspeak at greasy fourteen-year-olds. Duopierce: Sharky and Dino didn't touch the quote approve area in the entire time Duopierce: And when Superior got admin back, he saw that 1800 had been submitted. Anzudime: Haha. Duopierce: You can guess his next step. Anzudime: Something along the lines of slamming his forehead into the nearest sharp object and screaming random obscenities? Anzudime: He clings to my nutsack like a ball of leftover laundry filth, but he's also the first nugget to drop and go elsewhere if I just reach down to scratch them. Anzudime: As disturbing as that analogy is, it works, and I stand by it. Duopierce: Hold on, my jaw needs to be fixed. Duopierce: Dropped down and is staying. Anzudime: Your mouth opened up at the mention of my nutsack. Anzudime: That's even moreso disturbing. Duopierce: I still don't know why I never read your story before. Anzudime: Probably the same reason nobody else does, even now. Anzudime: Whatever that is. Anzudime: If I made a fic like... Dragonball UP: Ultimate Power! Anzudime: With... Broly! And Janenba! And fuck, Pikkon too! Anzudime: All beating the shit out of each other, with no plot at all. Anzudime: They would eat it up. Anzudime: Then Pikkon could be a super Saiyan, and that would be the series' big twist! Anzudime: Everybody would be taken aghast! Anzudime: AGHAST, DUO! Anzudime: They'd be telling their families of my story's awesomality at the dinner table! Anzudime: They'd be making their parents read it! Duopierce: Is that the end? Anzudime: Probably. Anzudime: People think I spend my life searching for message board sigs to edit. Duopierce: Someone has to do it. Anzudime: Yeah. Duopierce: And if they don't like it... feces be upon them. Anzudime: Quite. Duopierce: The shit would hit the fan, and me and Superior would be standing right in front of it. Anzudime: The shit would hit you both hard enough to knock you into the blades of another fan. Anzudime: BRB. Dog's barking at something. Anzudime: Back. Duopierce: Was it an axe murderer? Anzudime: Yeah. He needed a cup of sugar. Duopierce: Ah. Thats cool. Anzudime: But at least I'm the only one willing to admit how effortless and skill-devoid message board graphics are. Duopierce: Yeah, you're like one of those magicians who goes on TV and explains it. Duopierce: Except, it's not on TV... Duopierce: It's just to some dude. Duopierce: I'm gonna go get some apple juice. Duopierce: And you can't stop me. Anzudime: Fine. GO. Anzudime: I don't need you, or your damn apple juice. Duopierce: ... Duopierce: You want the juice? Anzudime: It was one of those shits that felt like a twelve-man fleet armed with a battering ram charging directly towards my sphincter at great velocity. Duopierce: ... Duopierce: I didn't ask to hear the story of Red October. Anzudime: Hey, Red October was a great story. Duopierce: And you related it to your rectum. Anzudime: That only made it better. Anzudime: I have a wussy voice. Duopierce: It's not that. It's just so... so... Duopierce: Cocky. Duopierce: I don't know why. It just sounds very cocky. Anzudime: Is that a bad thing? Duopierce: No, it just doesn't suit the mental image I have of you, which is based entirely on text. Duopierce: I'm pregnant. Anzudime: Bathroom's down the hall. Anzudime: They're SUPPOSED to do things right; that's why they're our leaders. We shouldn't be patting them on the back, because that's their job. Anzudime: That's like commending a porn star for having sex. It's POINTLESS. Duopierce: ... yeah. Anzudime: AIM gets worse with each new version. Anzudime: I use 5.1. Duopierce: Meh, I wonder how 6.0 will be... Anzudime: Black vomit on white carpet. Duopierce: lol. Anzudime: I remember him being an ignorant slab of frozen douche that could barely think. Duopierce: Whoa, you're being nice. Anzudime: Well, Valentine's day is approaching. Duopierce: Do you like confusing metaphors? Anzudime: Metaphor... that should totally be the name of some dinosaur. Anzudmie: A flying creature that violates people with its tail, then flies away, cackling into the night. Duopierce: Remember the jumbled staff we had when you first joined? Anzudime: HAHAHAHAHAHA. Anzudime: ^ -- there's your answer. Anzudime: Well, my answer. Anzudime: To your question. Anzudime: It's the answer I'm giving to you. Anzudime: So it's your answer, now. Anzudime: But formerly my answer. Duopierce: What I hate is how the first half of the Broli movie has all this plot build up with dialogue and stuff. Duopierce: Then, all at once... Duopierce: It's when Broli first yells, mind you. Duopierce: You can pinpiont the moment, and BAM... the movie sucks. Anzudime: Haha. Anzudime: Yeah. Anzudime: It started out as an awesome movie. Anzudime: It had a lot of thought going into it and EVERYTHING. Anzudime: Then it was like... Anzudime: A Sonic the Hedgehog level. Anzudime: ACT 1: KICK ASS ZONE Anzudime: ACT 2: SUCK ASS ZONE Duopierce: What's the boss fight called? Anzudime: You don't fight a boss. Anzudime: You jump on the lid of Eggman's capsules, but instead of freeing a bunch of animals, you free a bunch of people who were forced to sit through the movie to avoid coming off as rude to their friends. Anzudime: It could have had a much more creative ending. Anzudime: Not... GIMME UR POWER GUYS. Anzudime: U 2, VEGETA Anzudime: SERIOUSLY, VEGETA Anzudime: I NEED IT Duopierce: Do you know what she said? Duopierce: Seriously. Duopierce: It was like... Duopierce: All at once, for just a moment, death seemed like my only way out. Duopierce: Do Japanese people have souls? Anzudime: They have ghosts. Anzudime: Well, some Japanese person has one since I lost mine somewhere along the years of watching anime. Duopierce: Would you get mad over Mt. Dew? Anzudime: Depends. Anzudime: If it were boiled to 500° and doused over my crotch while I was nude, I might be angry with it. Anzudime: Stolen? I could live. Duopierce: I see.