T surveyed each dish in turn looking on with a bit of puzzlement. "Of course here we have a repast prepared for you." and he indicated an assortment of fruits, veggies, salads and breads" "Well that is better but T aint no jive speaking fool. er.fools have gotten up in our grill led by one big bad mama jama and we need you to defeat him" T delivered a glower and a growl that would scare a rottweiler. T you would talk the right way not like a bunch of jibber-jabbering Shakespearean Fools" "Yes, Help Us Master T, you are our only hope" "We humbly beseech you to help save us from a villain that doth vex us mightily" chimed in the Marauder. "Nay verily Lord T you are not dreaming but you have been called forth in out time of great need" said the Knight T was a Night Elf Mohawk, a Gold Chain Marauder and a Clang Knight. T looked like he was going to puke when suddenly Mr.
T's self and went to shut off the computer but as he touched the keyboard something magical happened and Mr. So whoever the fool who did this better come out now before Mr. T beat this game with Mr.T's army of Night Elf Mohawks, Marauders of the Gold Chain and his Clubber Clang Knights. T don't even have this game installed no more because Mr. T walked over and realized not only was the computer on but Warcraft was playing. So how in the Mother Loving T did this computer get back on."
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