Ha! That backfires on Spiderus because I already am a collection of Nuva tools! So nothing really happens except I die and respawn. Also I throw air katanas at him.
The huge sea of cabbages has been replaced with a bunch of quake-breakers. There are now hundreds of chainsaws flying in every direction.
I decided to come back in the wrong moment, no longer as a transformer, as I’m using a human body instead, and get hit by a flying chainsaw.
Chainsaws! Oh no!! I quickly form a shield of lewa swords to protect myself.
I stand on the chainsaws, as that is the safest way to navigate them per Onua Nuva
“No,” I say, removing my Mission Impossible-style mask. I step through the mirror in your bedroom in the form of my previous pfp. My eyes glow dangerously as I hand you an autographed MacBook Pro. Then I walk through the mirror and vanish.
I slug dunetoa full force as he walks back through the mirror as a gentle way of informing him his mirrorwalker license is expired
I pat @Ghid on the back and hand him $12.76.
I wonder how many chainsaws there are.
I sigh and accept the money before realizing it’s canadian currency, a country which doesn’t exist
oh no I’m turned into a Miru nuva. I helplessly lie on the ground till I decide to pickle-rick myself a new body
I unleash a new avatar and doot violently in everyone’s general direction
I grab THE CHAINSAW and violently destroy the skeleton. The horn gets wrapped around the blade of the chainsaw and explodes.
Oh yeah? Well I throw 1000 lewa swords in your general direction!!
I have been destroyed by Lewa Swords and Chainsawed.
This angers my ghost, which reincarnates as an Evil Piano, so now i have the power to drop on people.
I attack Heyzorks with a burger made of cheese.
Heyzorks is a ghost? Whatever. Seeing as my usual tactic of throwing lewa swords won’t work, I attempt to subdue him by talking on and on about all the bonkle trivia I know.
I slowly press @Bobstermaniadude’s cheeseburger between the wall and the palm of my hand, watching the ingredients stetch and curl around the sides of my fingers until my palm touches the drywall. The I slap @Rukah with that hand
Ouch! I am hit by @Wekua’s cheeseburger-encrusted hand and knocked back a few paces. In retaliation I throw obscure trivia and Greg quotes at Wekua!!
I am overcome by the sheer weight of the lore. “It’s… called… a Mukau…” I collapse on the ground, writhing in agony. “Gresh… is named… afteracharacterGregmadethathasbonesontheoutsideofhisbody… Aahhgh!” I can’t survive this deep-cut trivia! I split into my microwekua army to escape!