Someone besides me is gonna have to do the mouth to mouth. There's been a lot of people posting on this thread and I'm more than a little concerned about germs.
Wow, that was twelve hours. It's dead. Phil killed it, again.
Can we start the desecrating of the corpse? I heard it said once that killing your enemies is evil, but if you eat well and outlive them, it's okay to dance on their graves.
Since I'm not a wrestler myself, I'll use the moves from the wrestler I know best: Metro City Mayor Mike Haggar:
First, I'll suplex the thread--"HAA-AAH!"--and pile-drive it through a barrel--"HOO-YAA!"--then whack it with a hunk of pipe--*THWACK* *THOOCK* *THONK*--and suplex it again, but this time through a wall--"HAA-AAH!" *CROONCH!*
I'm famished. I think I'll punch an oil drum in half. Yes! I knew there would be a freshly barbecued pig shin inside! I'll just eat the whole thing in one bite, then punch every garbage can on the street until I can find a bottle of whiskey to wash down the three pounds of meat I just devoured.
This thread's corpse has gotten twitchy. It's my belief that every post in this thread is infusing it with our own life energies, which the thread is twisting and corrupting with remnant power from the failed resurrection ritual, as well as vibrations of awesomeness still emanating from Phil's death blow.
If we cannot stop posting here, I predict this twitchy dead thread will arise as a liche around post #230. We must keep that from happening.
Quiero mi dragón de la luna, quiero mi ave del terror para montar en ella y que me lleve a todas partes... quiero mi varita mágica, mi escoba voladora y mi portal a otra realidad, quiero volar, quiero gritar, quiero llorar de felicidad...