Ahem. Here we go. [b][i][u]MEN. WOMEN. TACOS. We stand at the brink, at the precipice of our finest hour!!! *Cuts to being killed by a cabal drop pod, yelling "SH#T!!!!"* We knew that the Red Legion would come, and now they stand at the gates poised to bring down our very destruction! They come, ARMED WITH THEIR LEGIONS OF MECHANIZED D#LDOS. THEY COME TO GIVE US A -blam!-ING BEYOND WHICH THE WORLD HAS EVER SEEN BEFORE. But I say, that our butt holes will remain un stretched, for we have spicy exotics- *People start bitching about old exotics being in game* -And spicer Subclasses- *Cuts to people bitching about subclass trees.* WE, who have been tested in the fires of SIVA, who have weathered the black goo-like storm of Taken. Who have beaten Randal the Vandal. We have bested the likes of Crota and his daddy issues. And finally, the overwhelming amount of nerfs. WE SHALL BEFUDDLE THEM WHEREVER TBEY HIDE. WE SHALL BAMBOOZLE THEM ON THE BEACHES. WE SHALL BAMBOOZLE THEM ON THE LANDING GROUNDS. WE SHALL BAMBOOZLE THEM IN THE HILLS. WE SHALL NEVER... SURRRRRRREEEEENNNNDDEEERRRRR!!!!!! [/u][/i][/b] [spoiler]Because it's not physically an option. Credit to Vaunghy and his friends for coming up with this speech, I just modified it :) [/spoiler]