[scarsxthatxsave]

What beeth so amazing unto you?
Are you noteth comfortable with such ways?

Oh silly, silly soul!

[arsonist]

Friends, Noble Posters, namely guitarmonkey and scars that save.

the time has cometh you see. the revoluton is at hand. Join the Army of The Corn, and ye shall become great Knights in the yeomanry of Corneth. I prayeth upon the Almighty that thou willst considereth my request. I beseech thee, no, i begeth upon mine knees, let us create a Brotherhood that hast never beforeth been created. Thou art worthy of such a request? AYE! the yeomanry calleth!

Crusadeth Forth!

[guitarmonkey<><]

Ye fellow Arsonist.
Your good will and brotherly speech have brought me to tears!
Yea! I cry with my last might yea! Good souls!
For what is but life but a feelting dance, a song that is not heard.
Tears that cannot be seen;
Ye gods!
I will joineth thee in thy nobelest of quests!
To corn, or not to corn, that is the question!
Whether is is nobler to cob, or to deny the cobbing!
But not I!
I say cob with all ye might!

[arsonist]

Strueth!

thou art a mighty poet!

Let us create offices of higher learnd men that shalt rule upon high. For the peasentry have naught a clue on how to liveth. order the first.

I decree that thou be-est the Yeomanry's Court Minstrel. So let it be Known, so let it be done.