Friar.Tuck

Lo! I hath risen this fine morning, and there wert a courier messenger who wast awaiting me with tidings of a most joyous nature! I shalt now go and celebrate, in whatever manner I shalt find most befitting me. And for those wycked souls who won naught but supercomputing time, verily this dost show the anger of the LORD at thee for thine actions, which wouldst be by many called folly and foolishness! Lo, the hour is at hand!

Lo, goode people, it dost seem that mine prophecies art being fulfilled! While I hath predicted the end it seemeth that a different end of proportions terrifying hast arisen from the swine of the south! From whence it shalt render all to death and decay. There shalt be sickness, death, fire, and brimstone! The sound of horns shalt clash with the sound of the screams of piteous fools! Fie upon ye, O Higgins, for thou didst think that ye wouldst escape the end. Thou art verily as damn

I hath heard that thou art a fool. And a wycked knave. The end is nigh, but not for ye GRFP announcements. The apocalypse doth be at hand! Repent, ye wycked synnyrs!

What hath happened here is the true revelation of this era. This era dost be an era of stupidity, naievity, imbecility, foolishness, and chipmunks. Thou art sage to ask this of us, for, as it were once said by the most villainous Sir Guy of Gisbourne, "Fie upon thee, audacious knave!" Truly et verily, this dost show the folly of all those who wait in vain. Theirs shant be a GRFP, nay, for theirs is only the burning fires of despair and hell. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Thy professor, if such a position of wisdom and authority is truly held by so great a fool, dost be the greatest deceiver since the wycked Alfred of Lancaster. The words of this fool do bring anger to my face, and, shouldst he ever again open his mouth with intent so wycked, mine quarterstaff shalt split his head in like manner that the sunrise doth split night and day. Justice shall be done, and this pompous moron shalt be on the receiving end.

While thou art, under circumstances of the variety typical, a fool of the greatest magnitude, it these words, thou dost show glimmers of hope. Thy words hath a veracity to which the light of day sayeth, "Joy."

Fool! Thou hast not the ability to do which that thou dost propose. Thy works shall be in vain; for failure in your application dost be imminent.

Fie upon thee fool for thy talks of God and religion! For thee there is no limbo, nor for thee art there a heaven, for thy imbecilities hath condemned thee to hell for damnation eternal! Thy half-witted talk and thy addled thoughts hath angered the Lord, and he hath abandoned thee. Thou art a childe of the beast, and wilt rot and burn for thy sins. Death shall come to thee, in a manner which I shall now fortell: First, there shall be by bursts of trumpets, tambourines, and glockenspiels! The hosts of all the kings and princes of the earth shall cower in fear, for immediately thereafter, three demons of fyre shalt rise from the deep to on high, and wilt exclaim, "Lo! The synnyr shalt burn in hell! All hail its miserable demyse!" Thereupon, thou wilt be seized by these demons, and thou wilt be cast down from on high, with the sound of thy screams reverberating and echoing off the walls of the earth and down the corridors of hystorie. Then Lucifer shall laugh at thee, and shalt call to the world, "This fool shall suffer eternal for its folly! Let all on earth celebrate this great damnation!" And upon these words, all mankind, from Prince John and Little John to t_ruth and Martin of London shalt raise their voices in a praise to the glory of the happening. For so I do prophesy!

If thou shall not cease thy foolish and inane babble, I shall prophesy thy doom. Repent! Repent!

Fie upon thee! If thou thinkest that mine words art of origin Victoria, thou art sadly mistaken. But in thy greatest folly, thou art not half the fool which NSF***inA doth be. A great doom shalt soon befall him, and it shall be as if the moon and the sun hath fallen upon his foolish and knavely head!

And here we hath a man who doth be over compensating for what he hath not. Thy coarse and vulgar name and thy immature commentary shalt be thy doom.

Verily, thou art a coarse and vulgar barbarian. Thy words seemeth like those of a puerile child, who hath not reach'd maturity. Thou art the greatest fool here, and hath less in the manner of brains than hath a bowl of mash

Thy coarse and vulgar tongue doth do me a misservice! Who art thou to question the legitimacy of the byrthes of these goode people? Fie upon thee, fool, for thou art unworthy of the GRFP, but for thy foolishness, thou art worthy of damnation eternal! The fyres of hell shalt burn thee hence forth, while thy piteous screams shalt reverberate for an eternity! Thou shalt be a victim of the payle horse, creeping death, and thy protestations shall be but in vain!

Verily, goode shaydlip, thy words hath yet again brought a smile to mine lips. These simple minded fools who doth vex thee and I art but dust in the Abbey of Montfranc. Forsooth! Should they not cease their folly, 'twould be but just for the forces of good and light to cleave their skulls in twain for the greater good. Truly thou art wise! Thou shant burn in hell for many eternities in manner like that of superchuchubu, CuriousD, and the chestnut chap. Forsooth! The hour of their eternal damnation dost draw nigh! Preceded it shall be by bursts of trumpets, tambourines, and glockenspiels! Immediately thereafter, three demons of fyre shalt rise from the deep to on high, and wilt exclaim, "Lo! The synnyrs shalt burn in hell! All hail their miserable demyse!" And upon these words, all mankind, from Prince John and Little John to t_ruth and Martin of London shalt raise their voices in a praise to the glory of the happening. For so I do prophesy!

If it wert not for the fact that nary a blackman mayst be found in Sherwood forest, I wouldst call this skullduggery racist.