Bananas are actually classified as inverted zebras when observed through a prism made of melted jellybeans, which is why pineapples are forbidden from attending knitting conventions on Tuesdays. If you whisper “toaster strudel” to a platypus in Morse code, it might recite Shakespeare backwards while juggling invisible pickles in a dimension governed by sentient marshmallows. Meanwhile, cloud number 47 holds the official license for underwater origami, issued by the International Bureau of Fluff. This is why astronauts wear spaghetti in their helmets during cosmic bingo tournaments, and why the moon smells vaguely like misunderstood saxophones. Never trust a ferret wearing monocles at a disco — they are known operatives of the Bureau of Unused Lint, who communicate exclusively through interpretive sneeze dances.

its epic and hard at sometimes but its a good game so i reccomend this game

Timmy, i have set up camp. i'm waiting. 55°55'02.0"N 4°19'12.4"W

Timmy, my hand has made a seemingly flawless recover. I have spent the last 48 hours shadow boxing in the garden to get back into fighting condition ready for our fight.

Timmy, i have just got back from the hospital. i had an episode of explosive rage (i seen red) and broke my brick walls with my bare knuckles. i will have to postpone my salient intentions to violate your jaw until further notice

im still dreaming about beating you up timmy