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**JamesGang**

Ahhhh you remind me of my good friend. He didn't have a name. Just a title. Gelatinous Shadow. ::sob::

**CREEEEEEEEED**

He's gone now, stop whimpering. Also, those sunglasses wore once worn by the Emperor himself, so no swapsies.

**JamesGang**

"Next on Maury Povich..... the paternity test to see if you are in fact CREEEEEEEEED's father!"

Oh I'm so excited!!!

**CREEEEEEEEED**

Dafq?

**JamesGang**

I think I have TMJ...

**Matthew**

Congratulations CREEEEEEEED, you're not the father! It's Failbaddons son!

**CREEEEEEEEED**

Errr, what.

**Matthew**

Creed, you are not the father.

**JamesGang**

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAH

**CREEEEEEEEED**

Can't watch YouTube right now, so sad

**JamesGang**

Oh my tummy hurts!

**Matthew**

Your mother hurts!

**CREEEEEEEEED**

Ohhh, sick burn

**JamesGang**

I declare war on all llamas and their mamas.

**Matthew**

You know how the Emu War went? Yeah. Bad idea.

**sing your life**

Was that gun you have there purchased from Trevor Phillips Inc?

**Matthew**

No, it was purchased from Paint.Net.

**Trondheim**

No feeble weapon will save you from the wrath of man! For the hour of judgement is upon you vile heretic!

**sing your life**

Well all the guns and crank in this area go through Trevor Phillips Enterprises... or they ain't going!

**Trondheim**

Die by my hands filth

**sing your life**

So we shootin' gak up? Sprayin' some melon-fethers? Because I can drive-by with the best of'em.

**JamesGang**

Fire men, the old guard have never been beaten and they will not now. Death to Llamas!

**CREEEEEEEEED**

Err, I'm fairly sure the Old Guard of Napoleon's France were beaten on numerous occasions, cough cough Waterloo cough cough

Also, do we really have to kill Llamas? Wait a sec, a llama that can talk is a mutant, let me get my Imperial Gospel.
*flicks through the first few well worn pages* Suffer not the mutant!

Therefore:
KILL IT, BURN IT WITH FIRE AND DESTROY IT WITH THE GUNS OF A THOUSAND BANEBLADES!!!

Then burn the corpse, we wouldn't want that thing tainting up the place.

**Matthew**

But what if I'm an Ork Llama? In that case, if you kill me, I will only grow a thousand times stronger...

**JamesGang**

Then we scoop up the bits and send you to the warp.

And citing numerous occasions then only providing one example is bad form mate!

**CREEEEEEEEED**

Well listing them would take too long.

And Ork Llamas are even worse. Xenos and Mutant. PURGE IT!!!

**JamesGang**

I made one mistake in my life. I should have burnt Berlin.

**Matthew**

Well, the american chaps did that for you.

**JamesGang**

Sacrè bleu!

**Matthew**

Sacred blue? Sacred blue?