I am skilled winged warrior, a demon to some, and a God to most. Plus, I hate frosted flakes, DIE FLAKERS, DIE!!!
If I am acceptet then I ask permission to station my troops within the citys walls,so if we are atacked the troops will pour out of the gates like water flows down a river.
Well it has been a while since my request and I am now runing out of patience.Either accept or lose a mighty army.
Hmm, what to do what to do... Tough decision! Flakers... or Anti-Flakers... Aaah, who am I kidding! Sign me up for the flakers!! Everybody in the room sees Headbumpa's eyes turn pale, as he imagines ramming down tons of frosty-flakes down anti-flakers throats... I'll ram those Flakies down your throat, OH YEAH!!!
Relax and be patient EBM is in college as am I and we just can't get on here everyday like we used to.