Oh really, then explain how I sent both of you to hell.
We're still in the stadium.
God is not a pony, and not tangible, so basically you're hugging air.
IF YOU AREN'T TANGIBLE, THEN HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO SEE YOUR FINGER
WORK THAT LOGIC OUT
*XXXXKILL GOT PARALYZED!100000000 DAMAGE!
"Deiugh, how does this stuff even happen. This place is just turning to a clusterforget. I can almost feel the molecules of the ground beneath my feet deteriorating," I said, as the red form rose into the air.
