[u]Mr. Russel Explosion High-Five Flexington Torgue nods in agreement, crossing his arms as a FUСKING DOUBLE-PENETRATING UNKEMPT HAROLD appears in his left hand. He scratches his scruffy goatee, re-adjusting his aviator glasses afterwards.[/u] "[i]IT'S ALMOST AS IF THEY DON'T WANT TO FIGHT! WHAT THE FUСK IS UP WITH THAT?! WELL, I'M BORED! YOU WANT TO GET A BLT OR SOMETHING? THERE'S A GOOD PLACE DOWNTO- OH WAIT I BLEW THAT UP LAST TIME I ATE THERE OUT OF EXCITEMENT. FUСK, NOT THE SANDWICHES![/i]" [u]He falls to his knees, screaming an overly dramatic yell as the surrounding block explodes in a cacophony of colorful flame.[/u]