Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2014 15:35:48 GMT -5
Have you seen what they’ve done with my creation? My love? The one thing that I dedicated my entire life too?
Have you seen what they’ve done to my world?
Can you feel it? The warmth around the world, melting the polar ice caps that I worked hard on melting and freezing in just the right spots. To shelter all the animals that need it and provide a nice cold atmosphere for them.
I even created them a nice equator in the middle of the Earth. That way those undeserving humans can fly down there with airplanes that pollute my world and keep warm. I even let that slide with them, I gave them the resources to create that very gas.
Do they not understand how greedy they are being? To slowly destroy my creation. And what will happen when they destroy my creation and won’t be able to head to another planet? Each and every single one of them will die a slow death in agony.
I’ve got to stop this. I’ve got to fly down there and help them.
I have flown down from my mansion in the sky, making my way down to the beautiful city of New York in the state of New York. I had heard many good things about this city from my good friend the Tooth Fairy. She said that these people, or as they call them New Yorkers, often are full of gold in their teeth and cash in their pockets. I’m really hoping they use that cash to recycle, or by running recycling facilities around town.
As I plant myself with my landing, I find myself in a dark alley way between a few buildings. It’s dark in here, even though my watch displays that it’s currently noon. I slowly make my way down the alley way, passing by a group of men with tattered clothes eyeing me down. My footsteps become quicker as the men continue to sit around the garbage can with fire flowing from the top. Wait a second! Fire?! That is dangerous for our environment!
Using my wind powers, I throw my hands up into the air and turn myself around to face the group huddling around the burning tin. I separate my fingers in the air and point to the barrel as a large gust of wind flows freely from my index finger and swooshes the fire away from the can. The alleyway becoming even darker as the group of men let out a collective groan as some of them rub their arms for heat and the others stroke their long beard.
I’m glad I put that fire out. We don’t need the condition of this world to become even worse. I continue on this path to reach the end of this dark alley. As I approach the end, my surroundings become clearer as the sun peeks through the beautiful clouds. I have finally arrived to New York, and my eyes immediately set on the sheer amount of stores here. Beauty salons, nail care and shoe shops. I might just go shopping before I leave.
However, something feels off. The usual clear and soft oxygen that I breath back home in the clouds seems to have been replaced. The air here in New York City is terrible, a grey smog surrounds everybody in the city and no doubt takes a large toll on their lungs. Not only is there bad oxygen, there doesn’t seem to be enough air for everybody. Thousands upon thousands of people are walking in front of me, without any conversation may I add.
These people take step after step as they take drags on their cigarettes. Hundreds of little pieces of ash flicked down upon my ground every few seconds. This ruins it! I thought this was supposed to be such a nice place!
I decide to join them, looking to hopefully see where they are going. Several men and women slightly push me as they force their way in front of me. Their rushing is often accompanied by cursing, which of whom my other best friend Santa Claus would have punished them when they were children.
As I finally approach a storefront, I push the door open and step inside the dingy old room. Men wearing nothing but tank tops and grungy old jeans sit on stools conversing with the hunchbacked old man behind the counter. In their hands lays bottles of, what I presume to be, alcoholic beverages. While some other little ole woman would be scared of these big hulking men, I am Mother Nature and I choose to make my way over to them and take a seat.
“Well hello there babe. How you doin’?”
Disguised in his thick New York accent was the smell of booze emerging from every pore of his body. This man disgusts me, as I know that his type are not the ones to recycle.
“I’m fine, just arrived in town.”
“I can show you all around these parts.”
The man maneuvers his free hand from his scraggly beard down all the way down to his crotchal region. I’m sorry, but I will not let the doors of my twenty thousand year private garden be opened by that slack-jawed drunk. I rise from my seat and head over to another stool on the other side of the room, the old man acknowledges me and scurries his way over with a towel in hand.
“And what would you like, miss?”
“Water is fine.”
He seems perplexed by my request.
“Just a water?”
“Yes sir.”
“Very well.”
He doesn’t second guess my drink order, and he wobbles over to put ice in a cup. The drunk with the characteristics of a vagabond continues to eye me down from his seat. He occasionally winks towards me with a very non-cloying smile.
“Your water ma’am.”
The bartender has returned with my drink and thankfully has blocked the view of the vagrant who seems interested in me. I need to find a way to keep this old man here. If he helps me with this, I can get God to extend him a few more years.
“Do you recycle here?”
That’s the best I have.
“No, we don’t believe in recycling. Everything eventually leads to the garbage.”
“Excuse me, recycling saves lives. Without it you would not be breathing the fresh air, nor would you be feeling the breeze of wind when you step outside. Recycling is for the greater good.”
He turns around and points to a poster up on the wall, with non-efficient lights pointing towards it. As my head turns slowly to self-made shrine, I can’t help but notice the awe in which the vagrant and the bartender both seem to have fallen in as they stare at the picture of this ginger-haired man.
“I will recycle when he recycles.”
I do not have a clue who this man on the wall is, or why he does not recycle. Everybody should recycle.
“Excuse me once again, I have a quick question. Who exactly is that?”
Their mouths open wide, as their jaws hit the proverbial floor. The vagrant gasps between his shots, as the bartender has dropped his towel to the floor and continues to stare at me as if I had three heads. I swear to you that I am not a cerberus.
“Tell me you didn’t just say that.”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t know the identity of that ginger-haired male.”
“That man is the epitome of excellence, he doesn’t need no introduction. That man is Chuck Norris.”
“While some people think God created the world, we all know Chuck did.”
The vagrant broke out of his trance on my ten thousand year old good looks, however he is now staring at me with disgust. As much as I don’t like the look of disgust, it is a lot safer for me then the look of his former dilettante self.
“I’m pretty sure God created this world. In six days and he rested on the seventh. It’s in the bible.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Chuck Norris did it in a day.”
This group seems very esoteric in regards to their supposed leader. Word has gotten back to me by my dear friend Nick that the world is full of people who like to cherish past evil men who made their mark on the world by causing mass destruction. However, this cult of Chuck seems to be the worst of them all.
“I’m not entirely sure if that is correct, sir. God told me himself that without my help, the world would not be as beautiful as it is today.”
“Do you hear this chick? She’s talking down on Chuck.”
“You were told by God? Ha! Chuck told me himself that ‘Men are steel’. And women like you are just the fabric that we put in the fire to light it up.”
My confidence level is quickly diminishing as fear creeps up into my soul. I have the perception in my mind that if I don’t get out of this establishment, I could find myself in some danger with these men. I rise from the stool and dash out the front door of the bar, the vagrant and his fellow Cult of Chuck member watching every step I take.
As I step back outside into the busy streets of New York City, I can’t help but focus my attention on the giant screen in the middle of the street. Twenty levels above the street stood a gigantic billboard with the evil face of Chuck Norris plastered on. He needs to recycle!
I need to stop this cult of Chuck! Down with the sickness!
Following my attempt to promote recycling at the adult watering hole, I have roamed this city with disgrace as everywhere I turn my head, I am met with a picture of that no-good Chuck Norris. On office billboards, theaters promoting his name. One man even had the picture of the Norris tattooed on his forehead. This is absurd, how can one man change the course of life and promote to not recycle!
Finally, my anger is dropped as I stand out in the middle of the sidewalk on this chilly night in New York City. The cool air flowing through my wrinkles keeps me calm, providing me an exit for my pent up anger for this man I don’t even know. He should recycle though, everybody should recycle.
As I continue to march down the street, my eyes once again take notice to a flickering light above a grungy ole shop. I peek through the windows, and nobody is seemingly in the shop. However, all of the lights are turned on and every single appliance in the store is running. This drives me insane, people! Turn off your damn stuff!
I enter the store, which was surprisingly unlocked, and make my way over to the gigantic television screen playing a… you guessed it, Chuck Norris movie. I search the area beside it, to find the plug connected to the wall. I grasp on said plug and detach it from the wall. The television then shuts off and stops emitting wasted energy. I may have just saved a penguin.
Suddenly a large man with a ginger beard steps through the open door with shock plastered all over his face. It quickly turns into rage as he hoists a baseball bat from behind the checkout counter over his head and charges towards me. Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?
The clerk swings the bat full force towards my head but misses as the bat goes flying across the room and connects with a blender. The glass shatters effortlessly on the ground as the man now has his hands up in the air, along with a foot and continues to stare me down with rage.
“I know Chun Kuk Do, motherf*cker! Don’t steal from my f*cking store!”
“But I’m not stealing…”
Why would I want to steal a cheap television? I have windows at my mansion, that is a television that conserves energy and promotes the environment.
“We’re closed lady.”
“Then why was your door unlocked?”
“I went out for a quick smoke.”
“Smoking is bad for the environment, young man.”
“Does it look like a give a f*ck? All this global warming sh*t doesn’t faze me. Maybe life would be better if we all died anyway?”
I hope he does realize that does not make any sense and he wouldn’t be here if we all died.
“Listen, I wasn’t going to steal any of your stuff. I just wanted to come in here and save on some energy. That is what this world needs. We need to recycle and conserve our energy.”
“I’ll recycle when he recycles.”
He points to a poster on the wall, much like the bartender and the vagabond, of Chuck Norris in all of his glory. What is with this obsession for this ginger man? I’ve been told by Father Time that they have no soul.
I shake my head as I exit the shop, knowing full well what I have to do to get millions upon millions of people to recycle and save this planet. I must defeat one man, one myth, one of their legends.
I must defeat Chuck Norris.
I have once again ascended to the heavens, returning home down the road from God himself. As I regenerate into my living corpse, I open the door of my mansion and stroll down my driveway full of bicycles and solar powered cars. As I open the marble gates of to exit to the street, I am greeted by a familiar face.
“Heeelllloooo.”
The Tooth Fairy twirls her wand around in my face, and flashes her really big smile. Her pearly whites glistening from the sunlight, as she flutters around me.
“Hello Tooth. How have you been?”
“Fiiiinnneee.. Where’ve ya been?”
She questions me in her sweetest tone as it resembles a soft kitten rubbing up against your face. She giggles a bit as if she were a child herself, before returning next to me and fluttering her wings once again.
“I just went down to check up on the Global Warming…”
She looks disinterested, but I have a very important question for her.
“When you were making your rounds decades ago, have you ever received teeth from a child named Chuck Norris?”
“Uhmmm… Nooo…”
Oh. Shucks, not what I want to hear. I would have liked to know a bit more about the man.
“Buuuttt… His adult teeth grewww innn right awayy. He nevver had babby teeeeth.”
She smiles again, showing off her personality.
“Ah, okay. Thanks, I guess.”
“Noooo probblemmm.”
She gives me a hug before she quickly flutters away. That is some interesting news though. A child born without growing his his baby teeth? How does a child have full grown adult teeth? Did he ever have any pain of the wisdoms growing in? Oh wait, he doesn’t recycle therefore he does not have any wisdom in the first place.
As I continue my stroll down the road, I catch Jesus mowing his lawn. Because that’s what all good Jesus’ do, lawn work. He shoots me a wave as I accept that as an invitation to talk. Maybe he knows more of this Chuck Norris fellow.
“Hey Jesus.”
“Sup Motha Natcha? How you doin today?”
“Fine and dandy. Just had a lot on my mind lately.”
“Is it because Father Time been messing around with that hoochy Tooth Fairy?”
Wait what!? How could he? Oh that little! When he gets back home, Father will be getting a talking to. And he told me is was on a business trip to Boston. Ha.
“He’s been messing with Toothy?”
“Oh you din’t know? Shhhh*t. My bad. Umm.. Then what’s on that mind of yo’s?”
“Just this guy Chuck Norris.”
“Oh, I’ve met that brother. Y’know the story of me moving the rock and coming back to life?”
“Yes, it’s common knowledge.”
“That bitch Chucky rolled the rock over with his bare ass hands and dragged my ass out. How he moved that giant ass rock beats me.”
“Ah I see.”
Not only did Chuck Norris grow adult teeth as a young child, but he also helped Jesus escape from the dead. This is one interesting fellow, but he needs to recycle. Everybody needs to recycle!
Mister Chuck Norris, I am sorry for what will transpire when we meet in Liberia. Defeating you and crushing you is something that I need to do to protect my creation.
This earth needs protection and recycling is that armor that is needs so desperately.
And then you come in to my creation and you force some of it’s population to not recycle and to destroy the only planet that we have. That is not okay, mister Norris. And you will soon find that out.
I need to destroy you to protect this world. I will teach you a lesson in recycling, life and how to respect your elders.
You can take your crappy little movies, I’ve seen them and yes they are as crappy as I intended they would be, and head straight to the recycling bin where they should have been put in the first place. Chuckie N, when we walk into Hell, I will be the only one walking out.
Because, I am Mother f*cking Nature, and Ebola can f*ck itself.
I’m just that damn good.
Have you seen what they’ve done to my world?
Can you feel it? The warmth around the world, melting the polar ice caps that I worked hard on melting and freezing in just the right spots. To shelter all the animals that need it and provide a nice cold atmosphere for them.
I even created them a nice equator in the middle of the Earth. That way those undeserving humans can fly down there with airplanes that pollute my world and keep warm. I even let that slide with them, I gave them the resources to create that very gas.
Do they not understand how greedy they are being? To slowly destroy my creation. And what will happen when they destroy my creation and won’t be able to head to another planet? Each and every single one of them will die a slow death in agony.
I’ve got to stop this. I’ve got to fly down there and help them.
I have flown down from my mansion in the sky, making my way down to the beautiful city of New York in the state of New York. I had heard many good things about this city from my good friend the Tooth Fairy. She said that these people, or as they call them New Yorkers, often are full of gold in their teeth and cash in their pockets. I’m really hoping they use that cash to recycle, or by running recycling facilities around town.
As I plant myself with my landing, I find myself in a dark alley way between a few buildings. It’s dark in here, even though my watch displays that it’s currently noon. I slowly make my way down the alley way, passing by a group of men with tattered clothes eyeing me down. My footsteps become quicker as the men continue to sit around the garbage can with fire flowing from the top. Wait a second! Fire?! That is dangerous for our environment!
Using my wind powers, I throw my hands up into the air and turn myself around to face the group huddling around the burning tin. I separate my fingers in the air and point to the barrel as a large gust of wind flows freely from my index finger and swooshes the fire away from the can. The alleyway becoming even darker as the group of men let out a collective groan as some of them rub their arms for heat and the others stroke their long beard.
I’m glad I put that fire out. We don’t need the condition of this world to become even worse. I continue on this path to reach the end of this dark alley. As I approach the end, my surroundings become clearer as the sun peeks through the beautiful clouds. I have finally arrived to New York, and my eyes immediately set on the sheer amount of stores here. Beauty salons, nail care and shoe shops. I might just go shopping before I leave.
However, something feels off. The usual clear and soft oxygen that I breath back home in the clouds seems to have been replaced. The air here in New York City is terrible, a grey smog surrounds everybody in the city and no doubt takes a large toll on their lungs. Not only is there bad oxygen, there doesn’t seem to be enough air for everybody. Thousands upon thousands of people are walking in front of me, without any conversation may I add.
These people take step after step as they take drags on their cigarettes. Hundreds of little pieces of ash flicked down upon my ground every few seconds. This ruins it! I thought this was supposed to be such a nice place!
I decide to join them, looking to hopefully see where they are going. Several men and women slightly push me as they force their way in front of me. Their rushing is often accompanied by cursing, which of whom my other best friend Santa Claus would have punished them when they were children.
As I finally approach a storefront, I push the door open and step inside the dingy old room. Men wearing nothing but tank tops and grungy old jeans sit on stools conversing with the hunchbacked old man behind the counter. In their hands lays bottles of, what I presume to be, alcoholic beverages. While some other little ole woman would be scared of these big hulking men, I am Mother Nature and I choose to make my way over to them and take a seat.
“Well hello there babe. How you doin’?”
Disguised in his thick New York accent was the smell of booze emerging from every pore of his body. This man disgusts me, as I know that his type are not the ones to recycle.
“I’m fine, just arrived in town.”
“I can show you all around these parts.”
The man maneuvers his free hand from his scraggly beard down all the way down to his crotchal region. I’m sorry, but I will not let the doors of my twenty thousand year private garden be opened by that slack-jawed drunk. I rise from my seat and head over to another stool on the other side of the room, the old man acknowledges me and scurries his way over with a towel in hand.
“And what would you like, miss?”
“Water is fine.”
He seems perplexed by my request.
“Just a water?”
“Yes sir.”
“Very well.”
He doesn’t second guess my drink order, and he wobbles over to put ice in a cup. The drunk with the characteristics of a vagabond continues to eye me down from his seat. He occasionally winks towards me with a very non-cloying smile.
“Your water ma’am.”
The bartender has returned with my drink and thankfully has blocked the view of the vagrant who seems interested in me. I need to find a way to keep this old man here. If he helps me with this, I can get God to extend him a few more years.
“Do you recycle here?”
That’s the best I have.
“No, we don’t believe in recycling. Everything eventually leads to the garbage.”
“Excuse me, recycling saves lives. Without it you would not be breathing the fresh air, nor would you be feeling the breeze of wind when you step outside. Recycling is for the greater good.”
He turns around and points to a poster up on the wall, with non-efficient lights pointing towards it. As my head turns slowly to self-made shrine, I can’t help but notice the awe in which the vagrant and the bartender both seem to have fallen in as they stare at the picture of this ginger-haired man.
“I will recycle when he recycles.”
I do not have a clue who this man on the wall is, or why he does not recycle. Everybody should recycle.
“Excuse me once again, I have a quick question. Who exactly is that?”
Their mouths open wide, as their jaws hit the proverbial floor. The vagrant gasps between his shots, as the bartender has dropped his towel to the floor and continues to stare at me as if I had three heads. I swear to you that I am not a cerberus.
“Tell me you didn’t just say that.”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t know the identity of that ginger-haired male.”
“That man is the epitome of excellence, he doesn’t need no introduction. That man is Chuck Norris.”
“While some people think God created the world, we all know Chuck did.”
The vagrant broke out of his trance on my ten thousand year old good looks, however he is now staring at me with disgust. As much as I don’t like the look of disgust, it is a lot safer for me then the look of his former dilettante self.
“I’m pretty sure God created this world. In six days and he rested on the seventh. It’s in the bible.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Chuck Norris did it in a day.”
This group seems very esoteric in regards to their supposed leader. Word has gotten back to me by my dear friend Nick that the world is full of people who like to cherish past evil men who made their mark on the world by causing mass destruction. However, this cult of Chuck seems to be the worst of them all.
“I’m not entirely sure if that is correct, sir. God told me himself that without my help, the world would not be as beautiful as it is today.”
“Do you hear this chick? She’s talking down on Chuck.”
“You were told by God? Ha! Chuck told me himself that ‘Men are steel’. And women like you are just the fabric that we put in the fire to light it up.”
My confidence level is quickly diminishing as fear creeps up into my soul. I have the perception in my mind that if I don’t get out of this establishment, I could find myself in some danger with these men. I rise from the stool and dash out the front door of the bar, the vagrant and his fellow Cult of Chuck member watching every step I take.
As I step back outside into the busy streets of New York City, I can’t help but focus my attention on the giant screen in the middle of the street. Twenty levels above the street stood a gigantic billboard with the evil face of Chuck Norris plastered on. He needs to recycle!
I need to stop this cult of Chuck! Down with the sickness!
Following my attempt to promote recycling at the adult watering hole, I have roamed this city with disgrace as everywhere I turn my head, I am met with a picture of that no-good Chuck Norris. On office billboards, theaters promoting his name. One man even had the picture of the Norris tattooed on his forehead. This is absurd, how can one man change the course of life and promote to not recycle!
Finally, my anger is dropped as I stand out in the middle of the sidewalk on this chilly night in New York City. The cool air flowing through my wrinkles keeps me calm, providing me an exit for my pent up anger for this man I don’t even know. He should recycle though, everybody should recycle.
As I continue to march down the street, my eyes once again take notice to a flickering light above a grungy ole shop. I peek through the windows, and nobody is seemingly in the shop. However, all of the lights are turned on and every single appliance in the store is running. This drives me insane, people! Turn off your damn stuff!
I enter the store, which was surprisingly unlocked, and make my way over to the gigantic television screen playing a… you guessed it, Chuck Norris movie. I search the area beside it, to find the plug connected to the wall. I grasp on said plug and detach it from the wall. The television then shuts off and stops emitting wasted energy. I may have just saved a penguin.
Suddenly a large man with a ginger beard steps through the open door with shock plastered all over his face. It quickly turns into rage as he hoists a baseball bat from behind the checkout counter over his head and charges towards me. Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?
The clerk swings the bat full force towards my head but misses as the bat goes flying across the room and connects with a blender. The glass shatters effortlessly on the ground as the man now has his hands up in the air, along with a foot and continues to stare me down with rage.
“I know Chun Kuk Do, motherf*cker! Don’t steal from my f*cking store!”
“But I’m not stealing…”
Why would I want to steal a cheap television? I have windows at my mansion, that is a television that conserves energy and promotes the environment.
“We’re closed lady.”
“Then why was your door unlocked?”
“I went out for a quick smoke.”
“Smoking is bad for the environment, young man.”
“Does it look like a give a f*ck? All this global warming sh*t doesn’t faze me. Maybe life would be better if we all died anyway?”
I hope he does realize that does not make any sense and he wouldn’t be here if we all died.
“Listen, I wasn’t going to steal any of your stuff. I just wanted to come in here and save on some energy. That is what this world needs. We need to recycle and conserve our energy.”
“I’ll recycle when he recycles.”
He points to a poster on the wall, much like the bartender and the vagabond, of Chuck Norris in all of his glory. What is with this obsession for this ginger man? I’ve been told by Father Time that they have no soul.
I shake my head as I exit the shop, knowing full well what I have to do to get millions upon millions of people to recycle and save this planet. I must defeat one man, one myth, one of their legends.
I must defeat Chuck Norris.
I have once again ascended to the heavens, returning home down the road from God himself. As I regenerate into my living corpse, I open the door of my mansion and stroll down my driveway full of bicycles and solar powered cars. As I open the marble gates of to exit to the street, I am greeted by a familiar face.
“Heeelllloooo.”
The Tooth Fairy twirls her wand around in my face, and flashes her really big smile. Her pearly whites glistening from the sunlight, as she flutters around me.
“Hello Tooth. How have you been?”
“Fiiiinnneee.. Where’ve ya been?”
She questions me in her sweetest tone as it resembles a soft kitten rubbing up against your face. She giggles a bit as if she were a child herself, before returning next to me and fluttering her wings once again.
“I just went down to check up on the Global Warming…”
She looks disinterested, but I have a very important question for her.
“When you were making your rounds decades ago, have you ever received teeth from a child named Chuck Norris?”
“Uhmmm… Nooo…”
Oh. Shucks, not what I want to hear. I would have liked to know a bit more about the man.
“Buuuttt… His adult teeth grewww innn right awayy. He nevver had babby teeeeth.”
She smiles again, showing off her personality.
“Ah, okay. Thanks, I guess.”
“Noooo probblemmm.”
She gives me a hug before she quickly flutters away. That is some interesting news though. A child born without growing his his baby teeth? How does a child have full grown adult teeth? Did he ever have any pain of the wisdoms growing in? Oh wait, he doesn’t recycle therefore he does not have any wisdom in the first place.
As I continue my stroll down the road, I catch Jesus mowing his lawn. Because that’s what all good Jesus’ do, lawn work. He shoots me a wave as I accept that as an invitation to talk. Maybe he knows more of this Chuck Norris fellow.
“Hey Jesus.”
“Sup Motha Natcha? How you doin today?”
“Fine and dandy. Just had a lot on my mind lately.”
“Is it because Father Time been messing around with that hoochy Tooth Fairy?”
Wait what!? How could he? Oh that little! When he gets back home, Father will be getting a talking to. And he told me is was on a business trip to Boston. Ha.
“He’s been messing with Toothy?”
“Oh you din’t know? Shhhh*t. My bad. Umm.. Then what’s on that mind of yo’s?”
“Just this guy Chuck Norris.”
“Oh, I’ve met that brother. Y’know the story of me moving the rock and coming back to life?”
“Yes, it’s common knowledge.”
“That bitch Chucky rolled the rock over with his bare ass hands and dragged my ass out. How he moved that giant ass rock beats me.”
“Ah I see.”
Not only did Chuck Norris grow adult teeth as a young child, but he also helped Jesus escape from the dead. This is one interesting fellow, but he needs to recycle. Everybody needs to recycle!
Mister Chuck Norris, I am sorry for what will transpire when we meet in Liberia. Defeating you and crushing you is something that I need to do to protect my creation.
This earth needs protection and recycling is that armor that is needs so desperately.
And then you come in to my creation and you force some of it’s population to not recycle and to destroy the only planet that we have. That is not okay, mister Norris. And you will soon find that out.
I need to destroy you to protect this world. I will teach you a lesson in recycling, life and how to respect your elders.
You can take your crappy little movies, I’ve seen them and yes they are as crappy as I intended they would be, and head straight to the recycling bin where they should have been put in the first place. Chuckie N, when we walk into Hell, I will be the only one walking out.
Because, I am Mother f*cking Nature, and Ebola can f*ck itself.
I’m just that damn good.
