I love the smell of Imperium in the morning.

[jack]

It smells like Victory :bigass:

 

[Imperium]

Check again, Jack.

 

[jack]

Dude, you're easier than a prom date on Rorhyphnol

 

[Imperium]

Ah, lowest denominator 'trolling'.

 

[I Love Cunt]

Congratulations to the both of you. I am sure it will be a happy union. You already sound like an old married couple.

 

[Imperium]

Jack's the bitch of the relationship, you know.

 

[I Love Cunt]

I figured that. Hows that working for you Imperium?

 

[Imperium]

I have to get onto him from month to month. It's the part where he doesn't shave.

 

[I Love Cunt]

His face or yours?

 

[jack]

Did I miss something?

 

[I Love Cunt]

Apparently you did with your upkeep. Someone is unhappy. Typical male you are.

 

[jack]

That trek speak eludes me. Try english. You have two mouths, it should be effortless, in that regard.

 

[jack]

Can you Smell what The King is Cooking, Impy?

 

[Henoch]

Impy only smells of things foul or near foul IMO.

 

[Sarek]

Shut the fuck up Henoch.

 

[I Love Cunt]

Of course Henoch shows up now.

 

[Henoch]

Of course Henoch shows up now.

Is "now" a bad time?

 

[Sarek]

Shut the fuck up Henoch.

 

[Imperium]

Can you Smell what The King is Cooking, Impy?

I will get it back sometime in the near future.

When you least suspect it.

Why don't you try and take the Joust Champion cup. You are good at fucktard games, no?

 

[jack]

Smells like victory to me