Ok, that IS a trap. To many unrelated people standing around, no drinks, no music, no ambience… Prepare to be fed on by monstrous beings of your choice.
The catfish guy from Star Wars (okay, okay, his name is Akbar…it sure ain’t Jeff!) would probably be screaming the same thing…only when it’s too late, of course.
Ok, that IS a trap. To many unrelated people standing around, no drinks, no music, no ambience… Prepare to be fed on by monstrous beings of your choice.
The catfish guy from Star Wars (okay, okay, his name is Akbar…it sure ain’t Jeff!) would probably be screaming the same thing…only when it’s too late, of course.
What tells you it isn’t?
The angst! It is too strong! Must… resist…urge… to sing…Linkin Park! Just kidding. That’s only what posers sing. Tuh!
Better than Limp Bizkit; only posers of posers listen to them!
It looks like a rave that isn’t worth raving about.
Actually, it closely resembles my last birthday party. Sniff….
It’s the Anti-Social Social!
“Okay, all the useless cannon fodder move to the left, useful goons…… who am I kidding, you’re all useless cannon fodder!”
“Tuh.”
My predictions for the rough dialogue coming up. Well, they’ll dress it up a bit, but yeah….. this is my prediction for the real meaning!
Add a ton of cussing and senseless fight-provoking and that might be just about right!