Subject: RANDOM TOXIC DANCE PARTY CHESS
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Posted on: 2010-02-13 19:02:00 UTC

DECEPTIBOTS! Transform, and ROLL OUT!

"You, man the guns"
"Aye aye, captain!"
"You! You also man the guns!"
"Aye! Captain!"
"Everybody else: DANCE!"

You will find yourself in...a ROOM with a MOOSE!

It's time to DU-DU-DU-D-D-D-D-D-D-DUEL!

Punch the keys, for God's sake! Yes. Yes! You're the man now, dog.

Well I think so, Brain, but what did Darth Vader need the gorilla for, anyway?

THIS IS CAKETOWN!

*But now, a serious note.*

Let me put it so you'll understand. Picture a box. You know something about boxes, don't you John? What if I told you that, somewhere on this island, there is a very large box and whatever you imagined, whatever you wanted to be in it when you opened that box, there in West Philadelphia, born and raised, on the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out, maxin' relaxin' all cool, and all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school, when a couple of guys who were up to no good started making trouble in my neighborhood. We got in one little fight and my mom got scared; she said, "You're moving with your auntie and your uncle in Bel-Air."

This crack party brought to you courtesy of the letter 4 and and the power of cheese.

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