MAJOR RAKAL TO GOD: H*LL HATH NO F*RY LIKE A DYKE SCORNED, GOD D*MN!

[Gagh]

AND THE CLOUDS PARTED, AND THE GROUND SHOOK, AND GOD HIMSELF SPOKE UNTO HER "OK then, whatever."

 

[Fuddlemiff]

OMG THIS SO BL*WS!!

 

[Gagh]

You s*ck, **** ****!

 

[Fuddlemiff]

***LORD!!

 

[CaptainWacky]

What's this about?

 

[Colonel Kira's Left Tit]

Counselor Troi with the Moe Howard wig and shoulder pads?

 

[Ishcabittle]

I'm scared. Dykes are at the door asking for donations to their cause, which I fear has nothing to do with cleaning carpet.

 

[Fuddlemiff]

That'll be Major Rakal and her lesbo fundy minions. Your defense is -1 per turn(cumulative)!

 

[whisky]

g*d D****t

 

[CaptainWacky]

ok