The gym leader will most likely be the Willis Tower.
Simply push everyone off a cliff.
It would sadly be rather hard for him to do so remembering his current status.
I am of the missing you quite greatly of the sir.
This is one of the greatest puns I have ever seen posted on the Spam Zone.
They indeed cannot. That is, unless they begin to sacrifice items to their gods at an extremely drastic rate.
Perhaps you may test them over an audience, I would believe?
You must give it an appropriate ending, to put it simply. Perhaps jot down a few notes and such and find out which may suit it the best?
We shall get to work, then. Somehow.
Finally an educational reformation program that would be extremely effective.
I beg all of you to not punch the infant. Please.
Why, act diplomatically, of course. We persuade Mr. Writer's Block into stop being here and move him somewhere else.
There are nine circles of Hell.
That is again quite excellent to hear. Writer's Block is a horrible form of procrastination. We must do something about it, you and I.
I see. Thank you kindly. I shall bid you good night with your sheep turpentine.
That sounds delicious. May you inform me where I may find such a delicacy upon my return?
Writing, but it itself is being distracted by this factor of work as such. How is your schooling, sir?
If KH-Vids was my conscience I would most likely be dead by this point.
Be right back, raiding my local bookstore for this masterpiece.
It is not stated on the pamphlet. I am assuming removing my birthday suit from my body would be a form of what the denizens of Hell call "physical torture".
