Please don't derail the thread! ;)

And then there'll be too much zazz. Is that possible?

Did you nearly blast a hole in a wall with a colonic discharge, contaminating your home, convincing the neighborhood that the lord was coming and they were firing an almighty shotgun as they did so, and insuring both a visit from the local fire department and your own immortality in verse and whispered tale so magnificent that they will almost certainly be seen as fantastic legend to future generations?
No such thing. This sale could shoot methane clouds spanning the spectrum of color like an ever-changing rainbow from now until Valentine's Day, but if the timer's still around, it still doesn't have enough zazz to make up for it. =)

:-)

@pacciulli
Good for you, hell of a price! ;)

I really don't understand what you're talking about.

Flatulence for immortality. Interesting concept. Don't bother with good deeds or great victories, helping the masses or curing all known ills. Let go with a supersonic rump splitter, a vesuvi-arse of sub-atomic pressure that lights up the sky and burns your literal passing into the hearts and minds of future generations. Damn it, I think it could work!

The universe is an eternally absurd place. So much so in fact that I have absolutely no doubt that within its confines there lies room for a legend born of localized ass explosions. =)

Imagine this image accompanied by the high-pitched scream of a trilby-wearing Viking as he rockets into the atmosphere, his final fragrant gesture to an unkind world, his lasting legacy to future generations who suffer with embarrassing and poorly timed outbursts...
Good call - easy to clean and softens impacts. Genius.

You should check your PM

You sneaky rascal! ;-)

Easy to clean, softens impacts, and it guarantees a scene of carnage as people wearing metal with jagged edges careen off the walls, floors, ceilings and one another like high-speed anal-propulsion rocket Vikings, ricocheting like bloody clanging pinballs in the murky depths of a piss-yellow gas cloud of anguish, despair and suffering.

Okay, the threat of a head-biting didn't work...

I am now the proud owner of Shadow Warrior. The VERY proud owner, because a very friendly husky has sent me a copy - I didn't factor in that the threat would mean nothing to a dog, even trentonlf's Santa hat wearing one.

Thank you, trentonlf, very much, but be warned, maybe today, maybe next week, there will be reprisals. When you least expect it...

EDIT - Or are you, the husky, trentonlf? Wow, that's incredible! A husky who can type!

You make it sound so inviting. Let's do it! ;)

I'm the sweet innocent guy, not a sneaky rascal :)