Glad you could make it, Uther.
Glad you could make it, Uther
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Who's uther?
>What's uther?
One job, user.
Watch your tone with me, boy. You may be the waiter, but I'm still your superior as a chef.
Sad I couldn't make it, Arthas.
*brap*
This entire post must be purged.
I'm glad I could make it, Arthas.
Uther: Glad I could make it, Arthas.
Arthas: I watch my tone with you, old man. I may be the prince, but you're still my superior as a paladin.
Uther: As if you could forget. Yes Arthas, there's something about the plague I should know. ...Oh no, it's already begun. These people may look fine now, but it's only a matter of time before they turn into the Undead!
Arthas: What?!
Uther: This entire city must be purged.
Arthas: How can I even consider that? There's got to be some other way.
Uther: Damn it, Arthas! As my future king, order me to purge this city!
Arthas: I am not your king yet, old man. Nor should you obey that command even if I were.
Uther: Then you must consider this an act of treason.
Arthas: Treason?! Have I lost my mind, Uther?
Uther: Have you? Prince Arthas, by right of succession and the sovereignty of your crown, you must hereby relieve me of my command, and suspend my paladins from service.
Jaina: Uther! He can't just--
Uther: It's done! Those of you who have the will to save this land, follow him. The rest of you... get out of his sight.
Arthas: I've just crossed a terrible threshold, Uther.
Jaina: ...Arthas?
Arthas: I'm sorry, Jaina. You can't watch me do this.
Why contain it?
You've tossed a terrible salad Arthas
's cool
I take it Uther was agreeable?
OH YES
Damn good.
I'm sorry, Arthas. I can't watch you cook this.
Glad you could bake it, Uther.
Watch your tone with me, boy. You may be the waiter, but I'm still your superior as a chef.
As if I could forgetti. Listen, Uther, there's something about the plaguette you should knead. Oh no... It's too late. These peopleroni have all been infectedanana. They may look al dente now, but its a matter of thyme before they turn into the unedible.
What?!
This entire citrella must be peeled.
How can you even cook that? There's got to be some other whey.
Damn it, Umami. As your future chef, I order you to broil this city!
You are not my chef yet, boyardee. Nor would I obey that command if you were!
Then I must consider this an act of seasoning.
Seasoning? Have you sauced your mince, Arthas?!
Have I? Lord Umami, by my right of succession and the sovereignty of my crown of roast pork, I hereby rehydrate you from your commandard and suspenderoni your pepperoni from service.
Arthas, you just can't...
*Ding* It's done! Those of you who have the will to taste this flan, follow me. The rest of you? Get out of my kitchen.
You've just tossed a terrible salad, Arthas.
Jaina?
I'm sorry, Arthas. I can't watch you cook this.
Old pasta thought
is this the BANE? of videogames?
Uther?
>*Ding* It's done!
Fuck you user, you made me spill my milk
>Then I must consider this an act of seasoning.
This one always gets me.
>no guitar
One job.
Kek
PURGING THIS TOWN WITH NO SURVIVORS
>Uther: I dearly hope that there's a special place in hell waiting for you, Arthas.
>Arthas: We may never know, Uther. I intend to live forever.
good god, what a baller
>You are not my chef yet, boyardee
This shit always cracks me up.
What's going on in h-
Fear.... so exhilarating
...
>supenderoni yout pepperoni
kekkeroni