Board Thread:Fun and games/@comment-30790899-20170425110822/@comment-30790899-20170501192001

I win races, and ink you fools

I'll bomb you with Blue Shells, and I will rule

Just go home, you little bug.

Or in your coffin, you will be snug.

I will crush you, till you're flat

And you will cry, while I laugh at that.

Inklings are gods, we rule Earth

I screwed you over since you're birth!