*Runs across the lake and flying kicks the tree causing Boga-chan (-san?) to fall out and hit his head on the ground leaving a large pulsing read bump

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-Nova

IT IS THE RESPONSIBILITY of intellectuals to speak the truth and to expose lies. --The Responsibility of Intellectuals, Noam Chomsky. The New York Review of Books, February 23, 1967.

*Watches in horror as childhood friend, the tree, splits in half from the impact and falls apart.*

You killed my friend!

*Gets up and clenches fists.  Stirring theme music starts to play.*

And more importantly, you are in my pie!  Now you must die!

*Points to Nova's feet, where a picnic blanket is spread out with food and drinks all strewn about.  Sure enough, one of Nova's feet is in Bogatyr's pie.*

Flying-Surrender-The-French-Resistance-Spinning-Firey-Crimson-Chaos-Burning-Destroying-Lunchables-Taste-Good-Kick!

*Launches Flying-Surrender-The-French-Resistance-Spinning-Firey-Crimson-Chaos-Burning-Destroying-Lunchables-Taste-Good-Kick! at Nova, then reconsiders adding Lunchables to the attack.*

On second thought...

*Pushes Nova into the lake with waving palm.*

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- I believe because it is impossible. -

*Splash*

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-Nova

IT IS THE RESPONSIBILITY of intellectuals to speak the truth and to expose lies. --The Responsibility of Intellectuals, Noam Chomsky. The New York Review of Books, February 23, 1967.

*Comes falling down next to Bogatyr, landing ninja-style in a crouch and proceeds to kick high at Bogatyr's inexistant ear-ring without standing up, thus falling on his back*
Damn.

*Earring actually exists, and is caught in boot.*

Ow!

*Explosion out of nowhere.*

Aha!  Hoo iz!  Wat haapen heah!?

*Offensive accent comes out of nowhere and flies into mouth, forever tainting his speech.*

Nao I wiil fite yu an wiin!

*Pulls out an office chair and sits in it with a master's skill.*

In offise chea kung-fu!

*Awkwardly wheels chair forward to gain momentum, then starts flailing with both feet like riding a bicycle.*

Feah mie by-cy-kul kik!

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- I believe because it is impossible. -

*Tears of ears to avoid listening to the tainted speech*
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" (What more can be said? It hurts!)

*Forgets that office chairs don't actually roll well on grass, and topples over.*

Kuhses!

*Awkwardly gets up, and scratches head as chair starts self-detonation sequence.*

Theah ees ohny won wae tu settah thees!

*Handcuffs self and everyone else to chair.*

Wee now fiite to death!

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- I believe because it is impossible. -

*Drops out of sky ninja-style, then pulls out like 50 buffalo hot wings, trows them all at badman* Flootaaaah!

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When you see a muffin eating a chocolate bar, you know you've been had!- Derek Ferron

Kiazo-http://dndorks.com/characters/viewcharacter260.aspx

Hey!  Iz noh faih you not chayn-ed to thee chaih as well!  Come heah!

*Snags a straggling buffalo hot wing out of the air, and takes a bite.*

Mmm-mmm-good!  Ees ve-eh ve-eh good!  Is ve-eh ve-eh hot too!

*Face turns red and head bursts into flames from buffalo hot-ly goodness.*

Ees too hot!

*Dives headfirst into lake, pulling office chair and all attached along.*

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- I believe because it is impossible. -

Face the wrath of Shazzam-kai-pung, ancient martial art of the Shazzam-kai monks, who train by balancing hungry tigers on their backsides and i incinerate you with my flaming butt blast of fury WADAAAAAAAA!!!!

now you have only one chance of stopping me! The HOCCC-CHANG-CHOOOOOOO!

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Shakalablan, for the Greatfather!
LOL OMG WTF DAIRYQUEEN
LOL OMG BB-THE-Q!

Sorry buster, but I've got fireproof beaverfur armor, one of the many advantages Canadian's enjoy. Taste Canuc steel fool! Mapleleaf Shuriken Attack!

Well I activate my, MIGHTY MORPHING BRITISH MIDGET POWER!!!

DU DU DU DU, DU DU DU, DUN DUN, DUN DUN DUN, DUN DUN DUN.

PEW DOODLEY DOODLEY DOODLEY DOO

PEW DOODLEY DOODLEY DOO

PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW PEWPEW.

EAT PURE UNADULTERATED BRITISH MIDGET POWER, PEWPEWPEWPEWPEW, KABLAM, POW, BANG, BOOM!!!!

KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, WASHABOOHI !!!!!!!!!!

My super awesome British Midget Power sends you to a paradise that you can never escape from. Goodbye Zolem, but at least there is plenty of everything you could ever desire in your paradise, so you pretty much got a present in the end, don't worry everyone you care about is there as well.

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Shakalablan, for the Greatfather!
LOL OMG WTF DAIRYQUEEN
LOL OMG BB-THE-Q!

You fool! To a Canadian, Canada is paradise. You jsut sent me home! Yeah, weird how taht turned out. Anyway, tste the awesoem furry of my wooden nun....of my beaver chucks! *thwap crack smak nak blak nak clak swap slanc* I did 40 damage. Per hit.

I try to do you a favour and this is how you repay me? Eat Nuclear Warhead Kick (Instant death, no save, ignores immunities, damage reduction and spell resistance), you, and Canada (Except for Rob Moran and his family), have exploded and then disentegrated due to Atomic Radiation.

FATALITY!!!

And by the way, the scouter says that my HP level is OVER 9'000'000!!!

I absorb any left over energy from the explosion to restore my HP levels to full.

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Shakalablan, for the Greatfather!
LOL OMG WTF DAIRYQUEEN
LOL OMG BB-THE-Q!

I activate retcon! *BWEEEOOOP* YOu no longer have that power and it never happened. And now NERF! *Bwawawaaaa* You'r hp is now 1/1000 the origional. It's still over 9000 though. And now Flaming Muskrat Croatch Strike!

- 6789 hp, streight bonus! -500 hp