Peter thinks he is a Jedi. After this training he keeps on babbling about, he said I scared his only chance of hope. He acts like he has been training with some kind of Yoda. He picked up another ability, he going to become invincible. That idiot, I’m the Jedi. Peter can kill me right now, but I’ll be the one that kills him! Mwuhahaha! I’m going to train and train until I become invincible. I’ll defeat Peter and defeat the stone statue thingy, Uluru! Why? Because I painted it…
*Moan* uhhh… *weird sound effect* o_o … o_O … O_O …
Weee!!! Yippee!!! got anuther trip daug! it wuz awsum, i c wiered stuf! louk at my 2 drewins! tehy r so funy and c00l. hehehe it is guod to be hi agian! iz tis cool er wut?!?!
lolz guyz angelz sylerz andz hiz wingz! prity awsum huuh?
tihs is sooooooooooooooooooo coooooooooooooool1!!!!1!1!!!eleven!!!one hundred eleven!!!11!!1!
I don’t only see the future, I make it…
oh no! uve found out that i also haf the pwr 2 change into stone angel statues!!! whyyyyyyy?!
that is such a useful pwr 2!
Ah, fellow artist! You should come join our artistic revolution! Even though you do only have two legs, I’m certain we could find a place for you.
Your talents could be put to great use for a great cause!
— Comrade Trotsky —
Please become Yoda…
Thanks for the demonstration of your brain on drugs.
Oh, by the way, stay away from Peter.
Don’t make me practice my
kah-ra-tay on you, because I will.
My momma would always sing me this song, and I think it’s one you need to hear:
Get up offa that cocaiiinnne
Get up off that crack!
Get yourself together
And get your mind baaackkk!
Thank you. Thank you very much.
And folks think I’m on something!