Mikey builds motorcycles out of K’nex, but he wants to upgrade his materials with things like plate armor and sais. Can he make it to his friends’ houses before they bail?
Bathroom light Belt feels tight Light a match I’m brewing up a wicked batch
Hey man, I need to take a bathroom break. Can you watch my station for a while? …You’re not a death-hungry, world-ending psychopath, right? Okay, good.
Oh Let’s get down to business! These knights aren’t going to vanquish themselves. What, were you expecting a sing-along? Grow up.
Crouching is useless. Aiming is futile. You live and die by their hand and for their amusement. Just when you think you have escaped into death’s sweet embrace, you start again, surrounded. God, this game is terrible.