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When you read "Convair" and think of "Con-Air"

Halbred. Bread that is so bad that they put it on the end of a pole and hit people with it.

Thinking that I thought that when actually I was side stepping phonetically for a bit of humour. Is cheating.

Not likely. I am here for the moustache. I think it is @Souptime

Banned by a tiny word bit.

Granted: I wish for a reboot.

Bobba Fett would know. Does Grogu survive?

Waiter: 2 snots? Here are 2 tissues. Customer: I see reflections of you and me in my soup. Through the mirror of my mind Time after time I see reflections of you and me Reflections of The way life used to be Reflections of The love you took from me Oh I'm all alone now No love to sheild me Trapped in a world That's a distorted reality Happiness you took from me And left me alone With only memories Through the mirror of my mind Through these tears that I've cried Reflects the hurt I can't control Cause although you're gone I keep holding on To the happy time Ooh, when you were mine As I peer through window of lost time Looking over my yesterday And the love I gave all in vain (All the love) All the love that I've wasted (All the tears) All the tears that I've tasted All in vain Through the hollow of my tears I see a dream that's lost From the hurt That you have caused Everywhere I turn It's like everything I see Reflects the love that used to be -Diana Ross

Hi again, please read my previous post. Hope you are well. Official position. P 13

P 8 Hello to the very positive @Kerb24 Hi to @Caerfinon and @Kerb24, if you see this. I went back over the previous page and found that mistakes had been made. As such this post should read P 11

People scream as they slide down the icy mountain, straight towards the lava moat.

Floor 3296: You pull out a sign that says "Tron Room" You spend the next hour dodging flying discs. You manage to catch one and take it with you.

P 6 Good day to you @Caerfinon, I hope each minute is a bit better than the previous.

How-woH Can-naC I-I Be-eB Sure-eruS I-I Am-mA The-ehT First-tsriF Person-nosreP On-nO Mars-sraM ???????

2: Then realised there were no Banks.

When you see the above and think of Converse sneakers.

Themodernworldhasgonemadduetosocialmediaism. A social disease.

Sorry but we only accept cash. Is this a dagger, in my soup, I see before me?

Werewolf.

Watching "Kill Bill" in correct chronological order is cheating.

I thought I heard somebody say "How can I be sure that I'm actually the first person on Mars?"

KSP2 is banned by my computer hardware.

P 9 Up Up and away in my beautiful balloon.

Bubble O Bill, Ice-cream hill.

Geonovast became afraid. He expected the safety inspector to appear before dark, as the team thought that massive boosters might counter the lack of struts on Kerbin. The mission would gradually devolve into reaction wheels, something literally revolutionary to Kerbalkind. How extraordinary that is, considering the effort required to make big ol' pitch forks and feather dusters with large torches, and wiggly tentacles playing the piano for fun. Exactly one week later, the inspector woke to find a great disturbance in the force - a PowerPoint presentation. The horror of it overcame him with great quantum superlinearecitation. A Massive vortex opened to reveal a terrifying cake-producing monster. The inspector immediately panicked and reached for his pogo-stick, deftly bouncing off the bed that he was floating on down the Nile and into the grasp of Curveball-Anders who spontaneously barfed. Rutabaga, meanwhile, emerged in the river of dreams. Snark saw Kerbiloid and thought, is that Adsii? What strange and bizarre manifestations appear when Aerodynamic Kerbal suffers from a ColdJ virus. Deddly, Vanamonde and TakeTwo ninja'd the cake as Admiral-Fluffy forlornly tried to soak a stolen dry bagel in lox. The cake-producing monster began slithering towards the first person to run a bakery in the best area of Dakota. Competition wasn't anything the monster felt like wasting time on. However, the mountain of cake was devoured by the kraken, leaving a steaming pile of useless debris. Boris (the monster) started a clearance war while Adsii cleaned his plate with an explosion of flavour that could've potentially rivaled the famed Tibetan chocolate croissant. Meanwhile 18watt, Nazalassa and Starhawk were hatching a plan to take over Minmus with an icecream van. Scoops of Minmuscream were flung in every possible direction, while Vanamonde insisted on waffle-cone diplomacy complete with toppings and spoons. The outcome of the event was uncertain; the icecream was completely consumed by Gargamel and the cones became crushed from lack of enthusiasm by the moderators. The inspector later wrote a scathing report; despite having no memory of previous events, it was imaginative and entertaining in its depiction of strange hallucinations and bizarre potatoes. He was deliberately throwing doubt across the entire Kerbol system as to what had happened, so more inspectors arrived to grab a bunch of managers to remove the sting of the report. However, before they were ready for publishing, the Kraken released a piece of artwork based on macaroni cheese to surpass the wiggly tentacles playing the piano for fun. This caused a hyperbolic frenzy in publishing the report, resulting in an outrage against its writers, who then asked, "Where are the snacks?" Boris suddenly saw an opportunity to sell copious amounts of Snacks. Hot cupcakes sold like hotcakes and cold cake sold like cold cream cups (which are good for puffy eyes). But something unexpected did occur: the inspector shared his lunch and threw a party for everyone, although Geonovast excluded Gargamel. Curveball-Anders took everyone to the local ice cream-pizza-pinball-chicken-applesauce-candy-methalox-whole_pineapple-drywall parlour and asked for some funds from the waiter, who choked on the pinball release-lever, tilting the machine over. "Funds!" he exclaimed flabbergastedly," you want my FUNDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!" "HOW DARE YOU EVEN SUGGEST SUCH A THING!" "WHY I OUGHTA..." the waiter fumed indignantly as he gasped for air, collapsing while clutching his ukulele. "Oh crud," he wheezed into a squeezebox, which inflated to the size of a prize-winning pumpkin. "A prize", said Starhawk, "is worth funds." Tiredly, the waiter raised a kickstarter campaign to capture the wiggly tentacles playing the piano for fun, and a plan was beginning to form in his mind. He imagined a B.O.B (Battle of the Bands) in which Jeb, for marketing purposes, screamed an Electric-Guitar intro of "Let's go Crazy". The monster, however, preferred jazz piano, and tried to eat them, but a rogue hard disk formatted the simulated soft-serve ice-cream, instantly replacing people with other ice-cream-flavoured people, that tasted like Minmus. Yuck said the Imposter, this paragraph is getting paraphrased into a