Dood, the laser mousies have started marching. 300 bums in a library- all of them drunk, clickin like madmen. The mountain of zero rises to unimaginable heights- four dollars a click really motivates those used to asking for spare change. -Rockman gone crusader mad- LINE THOSE GODDAMN CLICKERS AND FUCKING MARCH- IF THE MOUSE DIES SO DO YOU! GET THE KING, DIRECT COURSE TO e7 YOU DIRT ENCRUSTED KNIGHTLINGS!! -dirty moocher #1- Fuck man, who gave that crazy bastard the supreme ones meth stash? Pass that fucking rum bottle bitch- take the edge from the screamin. -encrusted pauper #2- That sculptor must think hes Napoleon reincarnated with a super meth enema and an 8-ball of pure colombian- thought the french were fucked then? Now they are. -Rockman with a white nose- SILENCE IN THE RANKS YOU FILTHY MOUSEMEN CLICK DAMN-- >grabs chest< *gasp* NO SURRENDER!!!! INFERNAL OLE' TICKER!!#(*@??? >sudden burst of flatulence< ZEROED BIZZZNNA--- *groan* *sigh* >sudden release of bowel contents< -dirty moocher #1- That ole crazed sculptors dead man!? Thought he'd never shut-up. -dirty pauper #2- Lets take his cash and clothes and get the fuck away from these computers- I don't want to see a mouse ever again damnit!