...now...I...have a...ominous prophetic sign! The Post Number of the Beast!!
pffft. Didn't you get the latest Evil Overlord Warehouse catalog? You can order much better prophetic signs nowadays.
BRING ME PANCAKES AND BEER!!
Together? Ew.
'Serenity'
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...now...I...have a...ominous prophetic sign! The Post Number of the Beast!!
pffft. Didn't you get the latest Evil Overlord Warehouse catalog? You can order much better prophetic signs nowadays.
BRING ME PANCAKES AND BEER!!
Together? Ew.
You can order much better prophetic signs nowadays.
APOCALYPSE HERE!
Ask me how!
Also?
Gauchos are the Bitches' cilantro.
I like cilantro. I might make some gauchos OUT OF CILANTRO.
Didn't you get the latest Evil Overlord Warehouse catalog? You can order much better prophetic signs nowadays.
But don't you see? If you have to order it, it's not exactly a true "ominous prophetic sign", is it? It's more of an "ominous product placement" and that cheapens the whole Apocalypse.
Pfft. Kids these days and their cheap-and-easy approach to the End Times. A little effort wouldn't kill you, you know. Except, of course, that it would because...End Times. But you get my point.
BRING ME PANCAKES AND BEER!!
Together? Ew.
Question not the culinary choices of the Harbinger of Armageddon! Quail before my might and my strange gastronomical appetites!
But isn't being an overlord - good OR evil - all about giving orders?
Beer would go much better with quail. Probably. I've never eaten quail.
And I'll never get to, now that the apocalypse is all nigh and crap.
If you have to order it, it's not exactly a true "ominous prophetic sign", is it? It's more of an "ominous product placement" and that cheapens the whole Apocalypse.
But when you're working on a tight schedule, knowing your ominous prophetic sign will appear when you need it is comforting. Or something.
Quail before my might and my strange gastronomical appetites!
Strange gastronical appetites, sure. Might? Quailing before?
You bring nothing but a large bookcase and comic books.
Hey, from where I sit, that counts as a dowry.
I only quail if I get beer.
Yeah, no one told me that.