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.

The hour do draw nigh, fool, when thou wilt be carried down to hell, for thou didst ignore mine warning. Thy foolish actions do merit thee yet another eternity in hell.

Thou hast no right to be doing mine sacred duty. Verily, thou shalt meet the same fate of CuriousD, math123, and superchuchubu if thou dosnt desist from thy commentary. Mine quarterstaff dost quake with the rage of righteousness when thy foolish words and imbecilic tomfoolery art seen by mine eyes. Thou wilt burn for two, nay, three eternities in the fires of hell if thou speaketh more. Forsooth! Thou art verily the greatest of the fools who doth live here!

Fie upon thee! Thou art of the same wycked nature as CuriousD and superchuchubu! Thou shalt come to thine end at the behest of mine quarterstaff!

Verily, it doth be seemly that this harlot ought burn for her iniquitous behaviors and wicked disposition. For though I be a man dedicated to peace and goodness, verily there doth be true evyl in this world, incarnated in the treacherous body of Superchuchubu. Death shall come to this evildoer upon silent wings, with a fury which shalt surpass that of Prince John, Robin Hood, and the most deadly Guy of Gisbourne. Arise o people of the Grad Cafe! Death to Superchuchubu! Fie upon her evyl behaviors! Forsooth! Tis an injustice that we art so trusting of this soothsayer! Let the fire be lit and the pitchforks sharpened!

Verily, thy words do sparkle with the very wisdom which mayst be found in the wise words of our liege Richard Coeur de Lion. The falsities of Polymath and PSi_light which do besmirch the reputation of the Grad Cafe shalt be stopped, even if the cost be their heads. Where art the brave souls of the Grad Cafe, who shall come with me to rid the realm of such treacherous characters as these and CuriousD of the Many Names? Forsooth! Be there not one soul who do be willing to joyne me in this quest for eternal remembrance and glory?

Verily, such wickedness shall not be condoned! I hereby do recommend that we do gather a posse of merry men and goode ladies of the Grad Cafe, and take this briggand and heretic to be burned at the stake. For her deceit and complicity with the evyl Prince John doth be but pennies to a farthing when compared with this new wyckedness. Thy soul shall burn for eternity in the unquenchable fires of hell. There shall be no mercy for thee, fool.

Thy words do make mine heart leap, yet they do in the same moment bring down upon me the suspicion that thy craven words art false. While I do hope that this be not the case, mine quarterstaff do bristle with rage, and it doth ask me to introduce it to the side of thy head. If thou dosn't wish to join company with thy nefarious ally Neurone, who it do seem, shalt spend an eternity burning in hell, then thou wouldst be wise to repent, lest thee lose not only the GRFP, but also lose thy immortal soul.

Nay, in truth it wert something of a different and sinister nature. Thy foolish discordant words doth anger many, and thou wouldst be wise to keep thyself silent, lest evil befall thee. 'Tis most likely that this doth be an invitation to feast on the food stolen of the good townsfolk by Prince John and his lackeys the Sheriff of Nottingham and Sir Guy of Gisbourne. Only a knave with the wycked stature of Neurone wouldst accept so evyl an invitation. Fie upon thee, o wycked one! Thou art most evyl among all men, and shalt burn for eternity in hell!

Thy games art in deague with the devil, me thinks. Be thee man or demon? Speak, childe of the beast, for mine anger and fury at thee and this new foolishness, folly, and devilry of thine doth beg for an apocalypse. If thou dosn't repent, thou shalt suffer ten plagues of proportions which thou hadst best feare!

Prithee, stranger, what beeth this Hiroshima of which thou speakest? Be it a meade or a liquid of powers stronger? Thy words hath captured mine interest, in like manner to that which those of Robin Hood, our judicious and goode leader do capture the hearts and minds of the goode people of Nottingham.