Roast away my friend. It is merely an exercise in futility. For every GSF that you sacrifice we have tens of thousands ready and willing to take their place.
Stop, close your eyes and listen very carefully. Over the whir of your computer fan can your hear anything? Of course not, because most folks can't here the sound of fish swimming. But they are Yolk, hordes of GSF are swimming your way. Every stream, river, and water way contains them. An army (or perhaps more appropriately a Navy) of GSF swimming towards you with malice in their hearts. There is no escape, there is no where to hide. You may win minor battles and skirmishes but the war, my friend, is over. You have already lost, you are just unwilling to face the truth. Your GSF roasts only act as a beacon, a directional bonfire, drawing us closer to you. Burn down entire forests in your futile quest and we will cross the barren, charcoal ridden landscape to arrive in your pond.
Don't sleep tonight Yolk....we are on our way.
Oh and TJ, better check under your bed for Sock Puppets... every single night.
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Originally Posted By: JHAP
Oh and by the way, our field agents captured this exclusive spy photo of Yolk defending against GSF...
I had forgotten how exhausting is can be to cross JHAP when he goes into GSDM*. Now I know how an innocent goose feels when both barrels of 10g #2 shot are coming his way at the same time.
I will concede this round, JHAP, but remember that you have emerged victorious not from the worthiness of your cause but rather its volume and media highlights.
