[font=comic sans ms]Better? BETTER?!?
Not even I can do that, and I know all the freaking shortcuts to the game. I am the unspoken champion in my city for SMB3, for chrissake. But I do have to say, the flutes are cheap in my book.
But if you wanted to just have a nice 11-minute game of SMB3 before dinner, then go fuggin nuts. @_@
And he didn\'t even go to the level where you can get in the boot, either. That\'s my favourite level, by the by. ^^;[/font]
Reality swirled in a wholly blue manner, revealing absolutely nothing of merit. Things flashed madly in and out of existence like some entirely other sort of phenomena. On a whim, Kurt Vonnegut imploded, taking a sizeable hunk of Massachusetts with him. However, seeing as Massachusetts wasn't entirely sure it existed, the chunk wasn't all that big.