451 - G'VARLAK THE GREAT

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You: Are you one of the masses who's only language...
You: is 'asl'
Stranger: HAH
Stranger: I LAUGH AT THE INFANTILEs
You: The peons
Stranger: I am the ruler of omegle.
You: I bow to you.
Stranger: I rule from the border with chat roulette to the east, to facebook in the west
You: Your majestic corona shines over us all.
Stranger: Indeed I do.
You: How may I serve you, lord?
Stranger: You!
Stranger: Have a job
Stranger: that goes
Stranger: as followed:
Stranger: Make me a sandwich
You: Yes, my lord.
You: *begins making sandwich*
You: Do you have a preference for the type of sandwich, my lord?
Stranger: I want my sandwich made from Honey bagder
Stranger: found in africa
Stranger: be careful
Stranger: they are more fearsome than they sound
You: I will spare no expense and use both due dilligence and caution, my lord.
You: *arranges expedition to Africa*
Stranger: Yes
Stranger: good
Stranger: But I need at in about 10 minutes
You: Oh, let me get our royal minds of science to assist.
You: *takes two minutes discussing mind boggling feats of physics*
Stranger: good idea
Stranger: find anything?
Stranger: A way to inhibit time?
Stranger: To reach light speed?
You: I've arranged to be teleported and back. It should take five minutes to get the badger, my lord.
Stranger: good
Stranger: But you should probably take this
Stranger: *hands object*
You: Thank you, my lord.
You: I believe that leaves me slightly less than three minutes to prepare the sandwich.
You: Umm...
You: What is the object?
Stranger: Really?
Stranger: You don't know?
You: Is it... a.. badger killing device of some kind?
Stranger: Why it's an anti-matter rifle with additional grenade launcher and red dot sights
Stranger: How did you not see it?
You: Oh, of course. Of course. Heh hum. Umm... I knew that, my lord.
You: I'm off to retrieve your Honey badger, my lord.
You: *teleports*
You: *five minutes passes*
You: *teleports back with cut across arm*
You: They... they truly are a vicious beast, my lord.
Stranger: Told you.
You: *begins preparing sandwich*
Stranger: Is it ready yet?
You: Yes *pant* yes. Here it is.
Stranger: *takes a bite*
Stranger: *A grimace comes across my face*
Stranger: Say...how did you kill this honey bagder?
You: Yes? My lord?
You: With.. the anti-matter rifle, my lord.
Stranger: ...
Stranger: NOOOOOOOOO
You: My lord?!?!
Stranger: That was to fight off the lions!
You: I used the grenade launcher on the lions!
Stranger: Never use anti-matter rifles and meat!
Stranger: NEVER!
Stranger: *throws sandwich on the floor*
Stranger: And you say you will do anything for me!
Stranger: You can't even make a simple sandwich!
Stranger: People these days.
You: *hangs head*
You: I'm very sorry, my lord.
You: What can I do to make ammends, my lord?
Stranger: Nothing
Stranger: I have to go now.
Stranger: Skype are declaring war on MSN
Stranger: I have to see which side I will be on
Stranger: SPREAD THE WORD OF THE KING OF FACEBOOK
You: I will, my lord!
Stranger: MY NAME IS G'VARLAK
Stranger: ALL HALE G'VARLAK
You: G'VARLAK the great!
You: ALL HALE G'VARLAK!
Stranger: SPREAD THE WORD NOBLE KNIGHT
Stranger: SPEAD THE WORD
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