French Soldier: I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries. Sir Galahad: Is there someone else up there we can talk to? French Soldier: No, now go away or I shall taunt you a second time.
Away with you all! A thread for the matrix turned into a talk about Hey Arnold! re-runs.
Yeah 1999. The Matrix, text messaging and the nu metal. Wonderful times indeed. Funny that I can feel nostalgic about stuff like this (I was nine for the most of the year).
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