Viktor - Talk about a man(machine?) who knows how to get things done! He's already prepared in advanced for me. He's done away with any flaws and weaknesses in his taste and has upgraded with stronger, longer lasting flavors! I believe even detect a bit of mana coursing through his veins as a seasoning. A very energizing and refreshing meal if I do say so myself. The only problem is to get to such a meal you have to get past all the lasers and other deathtraps. Well worth the effort though.

Oh, don't be so down little guy. I'm sure if you look up, you'll find a brighter future just out of your reach. Because your so short. Get it? HEHEHEHEHEHE!


Sona - What could be better than feasting on a delicious, plump champion then being serenaded while having your meal? Nothing, because it's awful, which is why I like this quiet little bird. Normally I'm not one much for sounds of peoples death throes. I'm more into the horrific screaming brought on by absolute terror. So I suppose I do miss out a bit on that. Though I will have to say, the sound of her life ending is music to my ears!

{{D'awwwww

Sona just wants her music to touch as many people as possible. Such a gentle woman, even though her breasts ARE extremely inflated.

:> }}

[[I think I just completely ruined that moment with my new description. XD]]

Maybe I was wrong about you, my dear scarecrow. Perhaps you do deserve this invitation.

Cho'gath hands Fiddlesticks a letter. It reads thus:

I taste like chicken?!
Jayce bites his arm before pondering the taste...
Ooh, I do taste like chicken!

I wonder what I taste like...

Son of a *****.

Very much so. You are very good breaded too.

Talon - All I have to say is if you mess with this purple clad assassin, he'll leave you looking like swiss cheese. That must make him one sharp cheddar. Hehehehe...

My thanks, good sir, I've always got a nice punch and I like oil, too! Of course, I always oil my sprockets and bolts, it's my bath time...

If I'm Tin Man, wouldn't you be the scarecrow, and Annie as Dorothy?

- Blitzcrank, the So-Called Tin Man

Marble Ice cream?

This is intriguing, if morbid.

Dust and bones? I was sure I tasted of borscht.