Don't say I didn't warn you, guys!
---Omar:"This weapon of mine has been forged in the deepest bowels of Hell, in the Bottomless Abyss of the Damned where the cries for mercy of the tortured souls mingle with the dreadful cackling of the blackest of the demonic harpies; there, on Gruntboy's home plane of Great Britain (i.e. the Island of Dr. Grunt
) this weapon was created , by Dr. Grunt himself!!!
Watch and cower!!!"
(Omar opens the bag; a Welshman in his late teenages, with dreadlocks and a beard, steps out; he gets down on his hands and knees and positions himself with his rear end facing the battlefield (and the horrified SACs and COMMrades); he lowers his pants.... )
---Omar:"Yes! I can see, by the looks on your faces, that you recognize this weapon! This is the legendary Mr Sleep Railgun!
---Weasel(wetting himself):"We are doomed! Run for your lives!"
---Darkpoet(drinking Guinness):"Hic-help-hic"
---Omar:"So long losers!"
(Omar pulls Mr Sleep's "handle"
)
---Mr Sleep:" NOOOOO!!!!! Boss,you forgot the remove the safety seal!!!"
---Omar:"Oh my goodness!!! NOOOOO!!!!"
(with a desperate attempt Omar grabs the qork with both his hands and tugs...too late...too late... )
EVERYBODY, TAKE COVER!!!!!!
@Darkpoet: I started opposing spam after some very unfortunate incidents with the Guns'n'Cookies.
You wouldn't know anything about it, would you
@Fas: that's very close buddy! I hail from a village about 70 kilometers south of Islamabad
Greetings, Omar. Why don't you visit the Titan Castle Pub? I've got the perfect drink for you. 
: Fear the power of Pink Sugar Energy!
