bbe-bb-e-bach in mah day of 1942- I meen 2011, the heepster auction huse didn't exist and we ol' timers had to get recipes the hard way of goin' down the basil statin and gettin a recipe with em' bare hands! W-w-w-w-w-wwe also did nutin' but arcade because them whippininsnappinin missions weren't even thought of!
an' ol' vanaduke was only big bosses we ha. then them king Hippo of a royal jelly, that heepster snarby, them Siamese-robo twins and the dark bee swerm version of them snappers came in start causin' the havoc.
Th-th-th-t-hen things started to change and we got ourselves more gud stoof. but then you whippersnappers drove off the good names, Al Capone, Powpowpowowopwow, Jim-dale, Luguiru, Sherd Sqaud, Monroe, Taft, Ike, enven Stalin was drove by em' whippinsnippers lik you boyh.
Oh, and don't git me started on them shard bombs boy, they wr the best of them time. then them whippersnappers drove then to only be used by them heepster ol' timers and ol' Nicky had to leave.
w-w-w-w-We ol' timers ar gittin reel tires of them whippersnappers complaining, back in me old days. weapons lik em sealed sword line, them peacemaker, and the M1 Garand and ol' thompson were the only guns we had lategame and by god we used em' to there use. now you got em polarises and flourishes and them stoopid Jempire Heepsters runnin around with them look-a-like skolver costumes to ol' krogomo's beach house. Oh i het em Jempire Heepsters. like em' fleas!
Yy-y-y--y--you whippersnappers hav all them good stoof we ol' timers wished we had. and you kee complanin' and complainin'. Ya'll need a gud whoopin to set urselfs in-a shape.
Shh, it's okay old man Grittle. We have your meds right here to make it all better.