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I used to be just like you. | |
I used to hate flying. | |
I mean, the moment I got on the plane, I'd be gripping those armrests like my teeth were being drilled. | |
Truth is, statistically, you could fly every day for the next 26,000 years before you'd have an accident. | |
Do you believe that? | |
Of course, statistics don't matter. | |
They're just the great of them, they don't understand. | |
Like how a 700 ton piece of machinery got 29,000 feet. | |
Yeah. | |
Guys. | |
Oh baby. | |
What the hell is this? | |
Donkey Kong and Super Mario Brothers. | |
And now, the ultimate retro nostalgia throwback game. | |
I present to the world, Alex Jones' New World Order Wars. | |
They're turning the friggin' Throbs game! | |
I'll eat your ass! | |
You Nazi scum! | |
Let's free the Patriots and defeat the globalist techniques. | |
We are going to defeat the globalists very bigly. | |
This game is mostly peaceful. | |
Woo! | |
Ah! | |
I'm going to lower the world's population. | |
Oh, big deal. | |
I'm taking you down, rapist. | |
I did not have sexual relations with that saxophone. |