But, if he hates pink, that means only the black peoples and tanned sufers that live in Southern California are gonna live! *bangs fist on table* We must stop St. Valentine from rising! ... But how?

*tries* Ooooooooooo... 8D

(Tip: After drinking, don't use soap; it makes your scales itchy...)

Recipe consists of:

1. 1 1/2 cups of 2% milk
2. 1 tsp of powdered cane sugar
3. 1 handful of ice cubes
4. 2 servings of the force
5. Stir with rasengan.

Thanks for the video you sent. That's actually helpful (me and a few other black belts are currently studying this type of stuff in karate right now). Thanks! XD

Have a wonderful, non-denominational, capitalist, gift-giving winter season. (Or, Happy Xmas.) Hope Santa got off the beach from sunbathing in the South Pole in time for delivering all the gifts.

o-o Have you been going through my favourites and/or history? O.o Hehe. I, love, that crawly snake thing. Thank you for the gift, Tenchi! I regret that I have nothing to give you in return. *dramatically throws arm over eyes* Life, pointless; if not giving to awesome people like you!

Hopefully Mistoffelees will come up with something. o~o'

Anyhoozles, thank you for infiltrating Google headquarters; hopefully things will improve from now on (which, I hardly have a doubt, they will). And all that happy holiday cheer stuff. X3

:O You have associations with Macavity and Rum Tum Tugger? 83 You lucky ducky, you. And, yes, he is quite curious, but not in a magical way like Mr. Mistoffelees. Did they aid you in the reinstation of your satisfactory sanguine pigmentation of your channel?

AAAH! Dude, how do you get it back to what it was? This redesign is tickin' me off. *gnaws on computer monitor*

Then, wait, we shall; for your eventual rein. Will you be advising Linus throughout his ruling? He does become quite insecure when there's a threat upon the country (or, now, the planets) that endangers his blanket. @.@'

I shall make the nessisary preparations for you, Noodle, and Linus to make your trip up to the GamaQuadrant to reveive your reward for saving the world. There will be a Utopia reborn in your name, and you shall be dubbed (quite litterally) King of the World. (Sorry about the bumpy ride to and fro; the only chauffer available at the time is Stitch, so... [nods in a self-explanitory manner].)

*gnaws on one of the heads* Me likey. 83

*makes Vulcan hand sign* Live long and plunder!