Granted! It is highly radioactive, so you and anyone else within forty miles immediately dies of radiation poisoning. The surrounding five-hundred or so miles will be uninhabitable for thousands of years.
I wish for a cool scooter.
I did have a Bart Simpson hat with a speaker that said "Eat my shorts!" when I put it on. That was a while ago. Don't know where it went.
Do you like salad?
Never even heard of color guard! I suppose I'm just very traditional.
The person below me knows what color guard is and will explain it to me because I'm curious.
"Shut up, Someone else. I don't need your sympathy." Everyone said angrily. Fuzzy mouthed 'sorry' to Someone else, patting Everyone on the back gently.
"You don't have to put '(non-personified)' after 'everyone'." Everyone said sourly. They sighed. "I wish Sequence had given me a better name. Cardinal and Fuzzy actually sound like names."
Thankfully, one of the weapons I had developed was an EMP-Proof-Shadow-Killing-Gun™ (EPSKG™). I used it on the Shadows and reclaimed the Sandwich, fleeing to the ruins of my factory.
Sequence decided that this was a good time to enact her plan of making everyone blind and turning their main sense to echolocation. She had been working to perfect it for this very occasion.
"I thought he already died? Oh well." Everyone paused, looking around. "Oh my god. We SUCK. Subversion wasn't even a full Narrator, and have some of TLT's most powerful on our side. WHAT is wrong with us?"