The best known epitome of written prose with efficiency,
With the best skill hooked up to a treadmill in a lunar facility to track motor agility and neuronal activity.
^lol
My newest method is like fuel injected motorcycle pistons -
I keep things moving with a codified precision like a poltergeist had risen.
^Ha
Each one of my dominant lines has an ergonomic design,
Formed from a logical mind with micro-processors inside, each one is automated to find the optimal rhyme.
^What's funny is this is actually true
You beating me? That’s a ridiculous thought, you’re a paper thin wall trying to halt an irresistible force.
^Ridiculous
I touch opponents and they fold up like convertible cars. You touch opponents and they thank you for the perfect massage.
It’s the return of the Czar. My style is refined like observing some art and describing the thing as ‘post-conservative noir.’
You’re a Saint Bernard and a carp – I’m a Cerberus dog and a circling shark.
I’ve disposed of so many opponents I deserve a reward, a long service award from all the Earth’s morgues and emergency wards.
My purpose is war and I’m purchasing arms. Battle the gote? Better hope there’s a merciful god.
^Bahaha..
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