SO I'VE BEEN WORKING VERY HARD ON CLOVER PATHS, RIGHT? LIKE, SPENDING ALL MY FREAKING MONEY ON THEM.
SO TODAY, I LOAD UP MY GAME LIKE NORMAL. I GO TO WATER ALL MY FLOWERS, LIKE A RESPONSIBLE MAYOR, AND THEN I SEE IT.
I SEE HIM.
NOW, I'VE HAD AN UNNECESSARY HATRED FOR QUILLSON EVER SINCE I HEARD HIS HIDEOUS NAME. IT SOUNDS LIKE QUILLADIN, A SUBJECTIVELY HIDEOUS POKEMON, AND REMINDS ME OF EIGHTEENTH CENTURY FRAT BOYS. HIS FACE, THOUGH, TOPS IT OFF. IT LOOKS LIKE IT WAS MOLDED FROM DECOMPOSING DUMPSTER MATERIALS AND BAD IDEAS.
TO TOP IT OFF, HE MOVED ON TOP OF MY CLOVERS. AND CAME FROM A STREETPASS TOWN NAMED HELL, WHICH IS APPROPRIATE, CONSIDERING THE TREATMENT HE WILL RECEIVE IN MY TOWN.
/BANGS FISTS ON TABLE/ I WANT HIM OUT AND I WANT HIM OUT NOW.
SO TODAY, I LOAD UP MY GAME LIKE NORMAL. I GO TO WATER ALL MY FLOWERS, LIKE A RESPONSIBLE MAYOR, AND THEN I SEE IT.
I SEE HIM.
NOW, I'VE HAD AN UNNECESSARY HATRED FOR QUILLSON EVER SINCE I HEARD HIS HIDEOUS NAME. IT SOUNDS LIKE QUILLADIN, A SUBJECTIVELY HIDEOUS POKEMON, AND REMINDS ME OF EIGHTEENTH CENTURY FRAT BOYS. HIS FACE, THOUGH, TOPS IT OFF. IT LOOKS LIKE IT WAS MOLDED FROM DECOMPOSING DUMPSTER MATERIALS AND BAD IDEAS.
TO TOP IT OFF, HE MOVED ON TOP OF MY CLOVERS. AND CAME FROM A STREETPASS TOWN NAMED HELL, WHICH IS APPROPRIATE, CONSIDERING THE TREATMENT HE WILL RECEIVE IN MY TOWN.
/BANGS FISTS ON TABLE/ I WANT HIM OUT AND I WANT HIM OUT NOW.