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12 Stones - "Running Out of Pain"

About 80,000 I think?

Hammerfall - "Imperial"

But do you have a beard?

Well you see MaxFly, me and my forces are also like a beard...... They grow over and consume your face, no matter how much you keep cutting them down, they always come back - stronger than before. Ha. Try and save face (see what I did there), you will find it quite impossible.

:lolsign: I think we were jk. Hell, what do I know. I just make bread analogies.

Hydrochloric acid, A.K.A. my weapons, will be sure to break you down before you can be of any harm. Will they.

Yeah geez Joe, at least try and be inventive. :lolsign: Or start making up random justifiable analogies. :2thumbs:

Loch Ness monster. And I live only about 5-10 miles away from Loch Ness. And who says it's a myth? :paperbag:

Iced Earth - "Ghost of Freedom"

But is your peanut butter spread over the bread, or is the bread spread over your peanut butter? Ok, so assuming you eat the bread. The bread gets inside you, and can devour you from within, taking advantage of your unprotected internal organs. You can splash out on material gains, an outer crust, an outer shell, your fortress, your weapons, your guards, but when somebody breaks you down and crumbles your infrastructure from within, you are left powerless. Fine. Eat the bread. It will be your last meal.

Iced Earth - "Hollow Man"

No need. Bread goes stale before it goes mouldy. People lose interest in the bread, so the bread sits there, developing a hard internal and external protective shell (without the confinds of the crust). All-dominating. All-conquering. All-triumphant. Who would set siege to one mouldy slice of bread? I mean, really? So you see, gentlemen, your troops will become the topping. You cannot defeat the bread.

Stone Sour - "Monolith"

Just me, I guess. :sipread: I'd rather have a slab of dolphin.

Uneaten, unconquered.

Stone Sour - "Take a Number"

You should try writing poetic bullsh*t. Much more satisfying. Indeed, bread talk is almost orgasmic. Almost.

You have ruined my moment.

Yes I think Chief is definitely suffering from big candle envy. He's overcompensating with a huge army, but even though he may have a war hammer I'm sure he cries himself to sleep at night. See if your the bread, Chief is the crust, no one wants him and he just gets thrown in the bin as if he didnt exist. And while the crust is the part of the bread that is currently all-encircling, the crust is the part of the bread that gets baked. I will bake the crust to such an extent that it will flake off. It will either flake off, or I will cut it off. Either way, the beauty within, the bread, me, will flourish, having been sheltered under the wing of the crust for all too long. Times change. Toppings change. Crusts get chewed off, eaten, spat out, cut off, fed to the birds, or binned. But the bread stays the same.

Iced Earth - "High Water Mark"

Iced Earth - "Valley Forge"

I have observed Chiefs army, and it will soon become the topping on my bread. Such a display of power on the battlefield usually means that people are trying to compensate for other -personal- shortcomings.

What you people appear to have forgotten is that my spys are my eyes and ears, and that I'm watching, just biding my time until I break you down and spread you out... Like butter. Or better yet, margerine. That spreads better. Less lumps and it doesnt tear the bread. I am the bread. You are the topping. Topping comes in many colours and forms. Once my army has finished with you, you will be in many colours.

lol I was listening to their album. Now: Motorhead - "Iron Fist"