Monday, April 27, 2009
Help Me Get These Lobster Claws Off My Arms.
The other day, I was playing video games, and a six hundred foot tall scorpion burst into our trailer. My brother rushed in and slew it using not but his wits and psionic mind bullets. We threw him a ticker-tape parade.
Seriously, though. How do I beat that sleeping pig in The World Ends with You? I can't rest until I've finished it.
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