Prepare to meet your density... I'm a mystical medical doc an the pinnacle shifting my physical form. You're a possibly pedophillic individual who should have never been born. You've got your knickers in a twist while you're sucking on my picadilly but I'm a lot lot different because you're a pitiful hillbilly hanging with an oedipal kid who's a bawk bawk chicken.
Actually if you don't mind, it's just the Doctor. Doesn't even really matter who. Who am I even talking to? Oh yes, you! The wannabe Einstein, minus the stache. Travels through time, but with no class. I'm saving the world while you dilly-dally; you can't even invent a way out of Hill Valley!
AND CALM DOWN WILL YOU! Everything is going to be fine. You're not going to tare any wonkey holes in any fabric of space and time. Actually it's a lot more like a rug really- oh never mind. Let's just say there's an infinite number of me simultaneously kicking your arse with rhyme!
Great scott! You're great, not! I spit it hot, and generate way more power then 1.21 gigawatts. I'm not sure what sort of scientific authority you proport to be, but I'm a real doctor. Where'd you get YOUR degree!? Despite all your companions, you couldn't be having less sex. I don't know what's lamer: your fans (;-;) or your special effects. You don't get another turn to debate. Time to face your permanent fate. NOW DALEK MY BALLS!!!
This is between us, sparky. Don't try to out-rhyme me! You'll find that I'm as grimy as any flimey time-limey. I'll use your portapotty time machine as my latrine. You're not a cat with nine lives, you're a pussy, WITH THIRTEEN!
Let me just step right in, I've got things to invent! I'm an innovater baby change the world- fortune 500 before you kissed the girl. I'm a pimp, you're a nerd. I'm slick, you're cheesy. Beating you was apple II easy. I make the product that the artist chooses and the GUI that Melinda uses. I need to bring up some basic sh it: Why d'you name your company after your dick?
You blow Jobs, you arrogant prick, with your second hand jeans and your turtle neck. I’ll drill a hole in the middle of your bony head, with your own little spinning beach ball of death. “Hippy” you got given up at birth. I give away your net worth to AIDs research! Combine all your little toys and I still crush that: iPhone, iPad, iPwn, iSmack!
Let's talk about Doctors, I've seen a few because I brought a PC but it wasn't from you. I built the legacy son, you could never stop it. Now 'scuse me while I turn heaven to profit.
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