tank_rockarms: (Loving Glance)
tank_rockarms ([personal profile] tank_rockarms) wrote2011-03-19 02:13 am

ACKSHUN

Once upon a time in a land far, far away, there lived a valiant blue knight who rode atop a steed made out of orange iron. He was a mighty knight, and had slain many in battle.

But one day, an evil imp by the name of VINCENT. V. VINESON came out of the wooded forest glen and did several thousand dollars worth of damage to the muscular knight's equipage.

The brave knight took off after this vile svartálfar and soundly beat him to within an inch of his life, and also sprayed numerous effusions from his stomach upon the foul defiler of his sweet ride, because of the contemptible reprobate's noxious particulate matter.

Several days later, it came to the mind of the knight exactly who this wretched daemon might have been, and so, dear reader, he went to confront him.

Max knocked on Vinnie's door.

[identity profile] tank-rockarms.livejournal.com 2011-03-20 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
Tanks are great, what are you talking about. They are the best things. Love them as you would your own children.

"If you think I'm a crummy leader not worth followin', then spit it out already. And tell me, how much money does bein' a pokemon and havin' a garden pay? You want me to go get Red so he can sign off on me givin' you a job?" Max asked.

"You put yourself under several thousand dollars worth of obligations when you decided to bust up my tank. And what about the cars of everybody else? How much is it gonna cost to replace all of them windshields and give 'em new paint jobs? You got a load of responsibilities that right now you're just ignorin', and you bein' super good at bein' a pokemon or gardenin' ain't gonna dig you outta this."

And what about my pants.