Board Thread:Fun and games/@comment-30790899-20170425110822/@comment-30790899-20170501193232

I'm sorry, you seem lost, little flower.

Get out of my race, or this us your final hour!

You can try, and try, and try some more.

But you never know what is in store.

I will shrink you and roll over you

In my kart, so west are you gonna do?

You will be a blood stain on my wheel

Then you will know how we Inklings feel!

GG!