Lindsay Lohan SEXY pictures! Only at Mr. Skin! Lindsay Lohan     [print this photo on Shutterfly]   Album: Lindsay Lohan    8 (of 17) From:   henry   (Mar 21, 2004 20:01 EST) take that top off sweety! damn i can't wait till shes older so she will get nude for the camera From:   anon.   (Apr 04, 2004 07:41 EDT) HER BODY IS SOOOOOOO SEXY! why can't that top be see-through all over? i'm sure her nipples are as sexy as the rest of her! From:   nobody   (Apr 07, 2004 16:03 EDT) cum on, honey, take off that top & show your perfect breasts & cute perky nipples. then drop those jeans & slide your sexy legs out of your panties and spread them wide and show your hot pussy lips! SHE IS SO FRIGGIN BEAUTIFUL, I WANT TO SEE HER NIPPLES & HER PUSSY! 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Just want to ripe her jeans off, bend her over, and f*ck her HARD!! From:   dale   (May 30, 2004 21:00 EDT) man i want to screw her in every hole From:   HotDOG   (Jun 07, 2004 12:56 EDT) She was on SNL, and usher checked out her tits what a legend, heres the pic. http://pics.bbzzdd.com/users/warcrow/usherowned.jpe From:   [email protected]   (Jun 10, 2004 11:04 EDT) im in luv with u lindsay From:   I dont care   (Jun 15, 2004 20:20 EDT) I cant wait either but her in a swimsuit half-naked will do for now till she 18 or older so she can get nude on camera and video From:   mdog   (Jun 22, 2004 20:29 EDT) she is hot! i found a website with a fake nude pic of her. it is awesome!! here's the site: www.lairofluxlucre.com/fake-faq-b.html From:   avenged sevenfold   (Jun 24, 2004 19:13 EDT) awesome. From:   stupid netball job   (Jun 28, 2004 05:58 EDT) I'm gonna fuck her so hard the next door neighbours will think I'm killing her! From:   Paul Goldberger   (Jun 28, 2004 11:35 EDT) Guests at the new Westin hotel, which stretches between Forty-second Street and Forty-third Street on Eighth Avenue, will have a pretty good view of one of the most revered modern skyscrapers in New York, the bluish-green McGraw-Hill Building, half a block to the west. A short walk in the other direction will bring them to what is probably the most beloved skyscraper anywhere, the Chrysler Building. When the McGraw-Hill Building was finished, in 1932, it was dismissed by the architecture critic of this magazine, George S. Chappell, as "a stunt and not a particularly successful one." Chappell, who wrote as T-Square, said that the Chrysler Building had "no significance as serious design." Lewis Mumford called it "a series of restless mistakes . . . this inane romanticism, this meaningless voluptuousness." The Westin will probably be received in pretty much the same way, but I doubt that history will reverse the verdict. The building is not ahead of its time, like the McGraw-Hill Building, which is an early International Style tower. And it is certainly not the contemporary equivalent of a graceful exercise in Jazz Age syncopation, which is how people came to view the Chrysler Building. The forty-five-story Westin is the most garish tall building that has gone up in New York in as long as I can remember. It is fascinating, if only because it makes Times Square vulgar in a whole new way, extending up into the sky. It is not easy, these days, to go beyond the bounds of taste. If the architects, the Miami-based firm Arquitectonica, had been trying to allude to bad taste, one could perhaps respect what they came up with. But they simply wanted, like most architects today, to entertain us. This is less a building than a concept, and you can imagine its being pitched to the developer, Tishman Realty & Construction, the way producers pitch a television show to network executives: Audiences now don't want plain towers that go straight up, and they're not going to be satisfied with just a fancy top, so we've come up with a way to make the whole building into a vibrant, dynamic object. The developer bought this, and ended up with a skyscraper split down the middle by a big, swooping white line on its north and south sides. To the east of the swooping line, the building is sheathed in a vaguely copper-colored, pinkish glass, set in horizontal panels. The west side is covered in blue glass, set vertically. The notion, according to Bernardo Fort-Brescia, who, along with his wife and partner, Laurinda Spear, heads Arquitectonica, is that the east side of the tower is "earthbound, anchored to the ground"—hence the horizontal lines and the warm color—while the blue-toned, vertical-lined side, which is taller, is "skybound." Well, O.K. This is no more superficial than the reasoning that goes into plenty of other buildings today. And I have to admit that the Westin looked rather sexy in the renderings that were shown around in 1995, when Arquitectonica and the developer won a competition, sponsored by the government's 42nd Street Development Project, to build a major hotel in the "new" Times Square. But, just as Hollywood concepts have a way of evolving, the Westin that has gone up bears only a slight resemblance to the drawings. It is both shrill and banal, less a piece of architecture than a developer's box in drag. The Westin forces you, as no piece of architecture in this city has in a very long time, to come to terms with exactly what makes a building so strident that it enthralls in the way a gruesome accident does. The main problem isn't the shape, which, while self-conscious, isn't awful. In fact, from a couple of blocks south, on Eighth Avenue, where you can see the tower in full profile, the mass of the building is striking. No tower meets the sky quite like this one. The blue section swoops over the pink one as if it were slicing into open space. At night, the white line will be lit up on the Forty-second Street side of the building, and spotlights on the roof will pick up the motif and shoot a ray of light into the sky. But it makes no sense to design a single building to look as if it were two different, clashing buildings. The two parts aren't different structurally and they aren't doing different things inside. There is no logical reason to split a skyscraper vertically with a curving line, or to make one section play at hugging the ground and another section play at reaching to the sky. It's all pretense—not the kind of pretense that brings us fake Georgian or fake Renaissance but the pretense that the hoopla is somehow connected to a meaningful architectural idea. Everything Arquitectonica has done here is as superficially decorative as if the building had been sheathed in classical columns and pilasters. Fort-Brescia told me that the line just came to them. "Laurinda and I literally took a drawing and slashed a line across it," he said. "There is a rational side to our profession, but there is a lot that is intuitive." I could live with the zooping and swooping if it weren't for the way the shape of the building is covered. The glass must be the ugliest curtain wall in New York. Make that the two ugliest curtain walls in New York, since the pink section and the blue section are ugly in different ways. They are both unpleasant to look at—tawdry colors, gaudy finishes. As if that weren't enough, the architects have decorated each section with stripes in darker tones that they call "brushstrokes," but which do not succeed in making the building look even remotely like a painting. It's as if Fort-Brescia and Spear had no faith in the shape they made, and could not stop themselves from tarting it up. The tower marks the northwestern boundary of the Times Square redevelopment project, which includes four office towers around Times Square itself, as well as new movie houses, stores, and a few restored landmark theatres along Forty-second Street. The main entrance to the hotel is through a blessedly ordinary modern base of clear glass on Forty-third Street. Things are quite different on the south side of the Westin, however, the side that faces Forty-second Street, where the redevelopment project's planners insisted that the hotel have a big, boxy base to tie it into the so-called "entertainment zone"—the open-air suburban mall, in other words—that Forty-second Street was in the process of becoming. The base, which the architects refer to as the building's bustle, is a seventeen-story-high box that contains a thirteen-screen multiplex, stores, restaurants, and eight floors of hotel rooms. The bottom floors are covered in advertising signs, and you have never been more grateful for the excesses of capitalism. (As in most of the new Times Square, the best architecture isn't bricks and mortar but moving lights and electronic images.) On the upper floors of the bustle, the architects could not hide behind flashy signs, and their solution for a façade yielded one of the strangest attempts at decorating a box that you are ever likely to see: plain, double-hung windows set into yellow, orange, and copper-colored metal panels in large, geometric shapes at slightly tilted angles. The façade is eerily like a child's drawing, complete with crooked lines, little boxy windows, and strange colors. What it does not look like is a wing of a three-hundred-and-seventy-million-dollar commercial project in the center of New York City. I'm not saying that a building in Times Square ought to look like a building at Rockefeller Center. Fort-Brescia told me that he wanted to respond to the atmosphere of Times Square. "We wouldn't do this on Wall Street," he said. "But Times Square is the entertainment district of New York. The building is performing. It has to be somewhat histrionic." Fort-Brescia is enthusiastic and engaging, and it's obvious why he is able to sell his designs to business people who want a little more pizzazz. Arquitectonica has an unusual history. It was established in the nineteen-seventies—Fort-Brescia and Spear are both fifty-one—and it grew very large very early, thanks mainly to the fame of a single building, the Atlantis, a waterfront condominium on Biscayne Bay in Miami. The Atlantis is a twenty-story slab with a square, four-story hole cut out of the middle. The cutout, in which a single palm tree grows, became the most famous void in contemporary architecture. It showed up in the opening sequence of "Miami Vice," and it expressed perfectly the way Miami wanted to see itself: daring, brash, and glittery. Now the building has been there so long it is practically as much a part of Miami's history as the Fontainebleau, and it looks almost quaint. But when the Atlantis was built, Fort-Brescia and Spear were barely past thirty, and the combination of pragmatism and exuberance that marked their work was unusual. They suddenly found themselves among the small group of architects whom developers seek out because their names add to a building's value. The cachet of the celebrity architect is familiar today, when condominiums by Richard Meier in the West Village sell for more than many Park Avenue apartments, but it wasn't the norm in the late nineteen-seventies and early eighties. Arquitectonica helped to create the architectural culture of this moment, such as it is, which is no small accomplishment for a young firm. And Fort-Brescia and Spear have had a singular effect on Miami, where they more or less created an architectural vernacular that mixes Latin energy and sensuousness with classic modernism. But I wonder if they haven't been hurt by too much success too soon. Michael Graves designs housewares for Target, there are Charles Gwathmey dinner plates, and condos created by Robert A. M. Stern, but those architects earned their stripes in the realm of more ambitious architecture before they went so heavily commercial. Big-time commercial work almost invariably involves big-time compromises, and Arquitectonica has often appeared a bit too eager to play the game. For all the promise of its early work, the firm didn't build up a big enough roster of serious architecture to leaven its participation in the culture of architectural celebrity, and now the thinness shows. It's not easy to do architecture as entertainment. You see a building again and again and the jokes get old. That is not to say that architecture has to be stolid and dull to have staying power, but it does mean that it's harder to get away with being slick and superficial, even in a place like Times Square. The special qualities of Times Square as an urban space don't come from its architecture. The older buildings in the neighborhood, like the Paramount Building on Broadway or the Candler Building on Forty-second Street or the long-gone Astor Hotel, weren't all that different from buildings in other parts of town. The lights and the signs, the applied glitz, made the difference. Now, thanks to a new generation of technology, the lights and the signs are more spectacular than ever, and I wonder if we wouldn't be better off if architects recognized this, and let the new buildings recede even more than the old ones did. Why try to upstage the electronic spectacle that defines Times Square? Arquitectonica had a much firmer sense of how far to go inside the hotel. The lobby reminds me a bit of the big entry hall at the United Nations General Assembly Building, which is one of the most underappreciated nineteen-fifties rooms in New York. Many of the details, like the elevator cabs with curving, backlit metal panels, are splendid. Because the bustle is so deep—it fills the entire front half of the site—there is a lot of leftover space in the middle, and the architects have filled it with an atrium, which is enclosed on one side by the lower floors of the tower. Thus some of the elements of the façade, including the bottom end of the swooping white line that runs all the way up the south side of the building, are elements of the atrium, too. As much as I dislike that white line on the exterior, I like seeing it close up. In the atrium, it operates in a very different way than it does on the façade. It reveals how the building is made, and is completely engaging. The hotel rooms themselves are appointed in a kind of mass-market Ian Schraeger manner, and they're not a bad example of that design sense: slate bathrooms with stainless-steel sinks; sleek furniture. I had assumed that, in addition to providing an environment of reasonable sophistication and comfort, the rooms would have the virtue of being the one place from which you could not see the exterior of the building, but when I looked out the window of one of the westward-facing rooms, I was confronted with a projecting side of that damn bustle. There is no escape from the outside of the Westin, even inside it. From:   Lindsay Lohan   (Jul 19, 2004 21:40 EDT) Grow up! I will NEVER sleep with any of you pigs!! You will probably never even get to see me from a distance! Just keep dreaming perverts because that is all they will ever be. DREAMS. From:   REALLY?   (Jul 21, 2004 11:17 EDT) REALLY?you might change our mind n a few years... From:   really?   (Jul 21, 2004 11:18 EDT) our is supposed to be your From:   Neale Donald Walsh   (Jul 26, 2004 16:52 EDT) Once upon no time, there was a little Soul who said to God, “I know who I am.” And God said, "That's wonderful! Who are you?" And the Little Soul shouted, "I'm the Light!" God smiled a big smile. "That's right!" God exclaimed. "You are the Light." The Little Soul was so happy, for it had figured out what all the souls in the Kingdom were there to figure out. "Wow," said the Little Soul, "this is really cool!" But soon, knowing who it was was not enough. The Little Soul felt stirrings inside, and now wanted to be who it was. And so the Little Soul went back to God (which is not a bad idea for all souls who want to be Who They Really Are) and said, "Hi, God! Now that I know Who I am, is it okay for me to be it?" And God said, "You mean you want to be Who You Already Are?" "Well," replied the Little Soul," it's one thing to know Who I Am, and another thing altogether to actually be it. I want to feel what it's like to be the Light!" "But you already are the Light," God repeated, smiling again. "Yes, but I want to see what that feels like!" cried the Little Soul. "Well," said God with a chuckle, "I suppose I should have known. You always were the adventuresome one." Then God's expression changed. "There's only one thing..." "What?" asked the Little Soul. "Well, there is nothing else but the Light. You see, I created nothing but what you are; and so, there is no easy way for you to experience yourself as Who You Are, since there is nothing that you are not." "Huh?" said the Little Soul, who was now a little confused. "Think of it this way," said God. "You are like a candle in the Sun. Oh, you're there all right. Along with a million, gazillion other candles who make up the Sun. And the sun would not be the Sun without you. Nay, it would be a sun without one of its candles...and that would not be the Sun at all; for it would not shine as brightly. Yet, how to know yourself as the Light when you are amidst the Light -that is the question." "Well," the Little Soul perked up, "you're God. Think of something!" Once more God smiled. "I already have," God said. "Since you cannot see yourself as the Light when you are in the Light, we'll surround you with darkness." "What's darkness?" the Little Soul asked. God replied, "It is that which you are not." "Will I be afraid of the dark?" cried the Little Soul. "Only if you choose to be," God answered. "There is nothing, really, to be afraid of, unless you decide that there is. You see, we are making it all up. We are pretending." "Oh," said the Little Soul, and felt better already. Then God explained that, in order to experience anything at all, the exact opposite of it will appear. "It is a great gift," God said, "because without it, you could not know what anything is like. You could not know Warm without Cold, Up without Down, Fast without Slow. You could not know Left without Right, Here without There, Now without Then." "And so," God concluded, "when you are surrounded with darkness, do not shake your fist and raise your voice and curse the darkness. Rather be a Light unto the darkness, and don't be mad about it. Then you will know Who You Really Are, and all others will know, too. Let your Light shine so that everyone will know how special you are!" "You mean it's okay to let others see how special I am?" asked the Little Soul. "Of course!" God chuckled. "It's very okay! But remember,'special' does not mean 'better.' Everybody is special, each in their own way! Yet many others have forgotten that. They will see that it is okay for them to be special only when you see that it is okay for you to be special." "Wow," said the Little Soul, dancing and skipping and laughing and jumping with joy. "I can be as special as I want to be!" "Yes, and you can start right now," said God, who was dancing and skipping and laughing right along with the Little Soul. "What part of special do you want to be?" "What part of special?" the Little Soul repeated. "I don't understand." "Well," God explained, "being the Light is being special, and being special has a lot of parts to it. It is special to be kind. It is special to be gentle. It is special to be creative. It is special to be patient. Can you think of any other ways it is special to be?" The Little Soul sat quietly for a moment. "I can think of lots of ways to be special!" the Little Soul then exclaimed. "It is special to be helpful. It is special to be sharing. It is special to be friendly. It is special to be considerate of others!" "Yes!" God agreed, "and you can be all of those things, or any part of special you wish to be, at any moment. That's what it means to be the Light." "I know what I want to be, I know what I want to be!" the Little Soul announced with great excitement. "I want to be the part of special called 'forgiving'. Isn't it special to be forgiving?" "Oh, yes," God assured the Little Soul. "That is very special." "Okay," said the Little Soul. "That's what I want to be. I want to be forgiving. I want to experience myself as that." "Good," said God, "but there's one thing you should know." The Little Soul was becoming a bit impatient now. It always seemed as though there were some complication. "What is it?" the Little Soul sighed. "There is no one to forgive." "No one?" The Little Soul could hardly believe what had been said. "No one!" God repeated. "Everything I have made is perfect. There is not a single soul in all creation less perfect than you. Look around you." It was then that the Little Soul realized a large crowd had gathered. Souls had come from far and wide ~ from all over the Kingdom ~ for the word had gone forth that the Little Soul was having this extraordinary conversation with God, and everyone wanted to hear what they were saying. Looking at the countless other souls gathered there, the Little Soul had to agree. None appeared less wonderful, less magnificent, or less perfect than the Little Soul itself. Such was the wonder of the souls gathered around, and so bright was their Light, that the Little Soul could scarcely gaze upon them. "Who, then, to forgive?" asked God. "Boy, this is going to be no fun at all!" grumbled the Little Soul. "I wanted to experience myself as One Who Forgives. I wanted to know what that part of special felt like." And the Little Soul learned what it must feel like to be sad. But just then a Friendly Soul stepped forward from the crowd. "Not to worry, Little Soul," the Friendly Soul said, "I will help you." "You will?" the Little Soul brightened. "But what can you do?" "Why, I can give you someone to forgive!" "You can?" "Certainly!" chirped the Friendly Soul. "I can come into your next lifetime and do something for you to forgive." "But why? Why would you do that?" the Little Soul asked. "You, who are a Being of such utter perfection! You, who vibrate with such a speed that it creates a Light so bright that I can hardly gaze upon you! What could cause you to want to slow down your vibration to such a speed that your bright Light would become dark and dense? What could cause you ~ who are so light that you dance upon the stars and move through the Kingdom with the speed of your thought--to come into my life and make yourself so heavy that you could do this bad thing?" "Simple," the Friendly Soul said. "I would do it because I love you." The Little Soul seemed surprised at the answer. "Don't be so amazed," said the Friendly Soul, "you have done the same thing for me. Don't you remember? Oh, we have danced together, you and I, many times. Through the eons and across all the ages have we danced. Across all time and in many places have we played together. You just don't remember." "We have both been All Of It. We have been the Up and the Down of it, the Left and the Right of it. We have been the Here and the There of it, the Now and the Then of it. We have been the male and the female, the good and the bad; we have both been the victim and the villain of it." "Thus have we come together, you and I, many times before; each bringing to the other the exact and perfect opportunity to Express and to Experience Who We Really Are. And so," the Friendly Soul explained further, "I will come into your next lifetime and be the 'bad one' this time. I will do something really terrible, and then you can experience yourself as the One Who Forgives. "But what will you do?" the Little Soul asked, just a little nervously, "that will be so terrible?" "Oh," replied the Friendly Soul with a twinkle, "we'll think of something." Then the Friendly Soul seemed to turn serious, and said in a quiet voice, "You are right about one thing, you know." "What is that?" the Little Soul wanted to know. "I will have to slow down my vibration and become very heavy to do this not-so-nice thing. I will have to pretend to be something very unlike myself. And so, I have but one favour to ask of you in return." "Oh, anything, anything!" cried the Little Soul, and began to dance and sing, "I get to be forgiving, I get to be forgiving!" Then the Little Soul saw that the Friendly Soul was remaining very quiet. "What is it?" the Little Soul asked. "What can I do for you? You are such an angel to be willing to do this for me!" "Of course this Friendly Soul is an angel!" God interrupted. "Everyone is! Always remember: I have sent you nothing but angels." And so the Little Soul wanted more than ever to grant the Friendly Soul's request. "What can I do for you?" the Little Soul asked again. "In the moment that I strike you and smite you," the Friendly Soul replied, "in the moment that I do the worst to you that you could possible imagine ~ in that very moment..." "Yes?" the Little Soul interrupted, "yes...?""Remember Who I Really Am." "Oh, I will!" cried the Little Soul, "I promise! I will always remember you as I see you right here, right now!" "Good," said the Friendly Soul, "because, you see, I will have been pretending so hard, I will have forgotten myself. And if you do not remember me as I really am, I may not be able to remember for a very long time. And if I forget Who I Am, you may even forget Who You Are, and we will both be lost. Then we will need another soul to come along and remind us both of Who We Are." "No, we won't!" the Little Soul promised again. "I will remember you! And I will thank you for bringing me this gift ~ the chance to experience myself as Who I Am. " And so, the agreement was made. And the Little Soul went forth into a new lifetime, excited to be the Light, which was very special, and excited to be that part of special called Forgiveness. And the Little Soul waited anxiously to be able to experience itself as Forgiveness, and to thank whatever other soul made it possible. And at all the moments in that new lifetime, whenever a new soul appeared on the scene, whether that new soul brought joy or sadness--and especially if it brought sadness--the Little Soul thought of what God had said. "Always remember," God had smiled, "I have sent you nothing but angels." From:   i love you   (Aug 03, 2004 10:21 EDT) lindsay if you read this i love you.. you guys gotta grow up im prolly younger than most of you(16) so it aint illegal for me but jesus shes got morals fucking retards what makes you think shes just ganna strip down for you ..get a life..but damn lindsay your sooo hot i love you From:   God   (Aug 07, 2004 06:05 EDT) If you gathered all the semen spilled over pictures of her, you could fill a fucking Olympic swimming pool. From:   David   (Aug 12, 2004 14:28 EDT) So I'm walking through the ladies dresses section in a fancy clothing store at the mall and happen to see an attractive sales girl walking towards me. She is about an 8, late 20s, 5'7", tight slender build, nice eyes, and reeeeel purdy lips. She has cropped short black hair and wire rim glasses. The artsy creative type. I look straight into her eyes. She looks. We continue looking at each other as we approach. Just before she passes she smiles and I smile back. I now know she has a good attitude. I walk a few more steps and turn around and walk to where she is putting clothes on a rack. I approach and use Ross' AB opener. She blushes bright pink and says "Oh thank you." I anchor that with my left hand on the top of her right wrist and say "I did not mean to make you blush." Then I extend my hand and say "My name's David." She shakes it and says "My name's Lisa." I go for the number in the challenging fashion that Ross instructs us to do in the course. She says "OK, let me get my card and give you my number here at work!" She starts to walk and I say "You are very busy here at work, is there a way I might reach you when you are not so busy?" She says "I don't want to do that. You can always call me here, or, you can give me your number." I say "I am never home and I seem to always miss calls. Do you have access to email?" She says "No, but I can call you and leave a message and you can call me back!" I use Bishop's famous challenge line here. She looks at me disappointed and says "No, please don't do that! What do you do?" I say "I'm an engineer at ***." She says "Oh I used to work there. But I am a very creative type. I left there to come here and to start my own jewelry making business. They could not appreciate me there." I say "I am only analytical at work, after work I relax and enjoy being a human being." She says "Oh I know what you mean." I say "In fact, I too enjoy being creative." She says "I know, I could see it in your eyes." I say "Is that so?" She says "Yes, and you have very intense eyes." I look very intensely at her and say "I hope you are not intimidated by very intense eyes" and then smile. She says "Oh No, not at all. In fact, I like them. What is your creative medium?" I say "I like to write poetry." She says "Oh really, I love poetry." I say "Well, I would love to read some of my poetry to you sometime." She says "I would love that." Then I use Major Mark's challenge line and Bishop's famous poetry invitation. She smiles really big and then looks disappointed and says "Oh I'm sorry, I can't tonight, I have plans, but let me give you my card and I will take your number, wait here." I take a seat next to the piano and chat up a nice lady who is sitting next to me waiting for someone. Lisa returns and I stand to meet her. She says "Here is my card. What is your phone number?" I tell her as she writes it on another card. She says "Can I call you?" I say "Yes, that would be nice." She shakes my hand again and I leave. Shortly after I arrive home the phone rings. I can tell from the caller ID that it is her. We start out with small talk. Then she gets into a long discussion about how she was so unhappy at the previous company. I let it go only long enough to get some of her trance words (feel, creative, deep, understand) and values and then steered it in the direction of her jewelry creations. She delights in telling me all about the shows her jewelry has been in and how she has orders that she has to fill tonight. I then steer it in the direction of the poetry. When I get the chance, I say "Would you like to hear one I have written?" She says "Yes, but I warn you, I have not eaten dinner yet and I don't want to pass out on you if it is a really good poem." I say "OK, just this one poem." Then I recite Bro Nick Forturne's "Two Eyes." She says "Wow, that was beautiful." I say "You are so sweet, I am so glad you liked it." She says "I did, I am only telling the truth." Then the discussion starts going in the wrong direction and I pull it back. I say, not all of my poems have to rhyme, some of them are more free form. Would you like to hear one more?" She delightfully agrees and I recite Bishop's "The Sweetest Sound." There is a pause, and she says "Oh my God." I say "I am so glad you liked it." Then I say "I love how you can really feel my poetry Lisa." She says "Yes, I really feel it. Like it touches me so deeply. You write about feelings. How do you know so much about feelings?" I say "I am a student of the human mind. As electrical engineers, we looked to the human brain as an alternative computing architecture. While reading neurologist's papers, they quoted papers and studies done by psychologists. I became fascinated by the subject. Here is one experiment they talked about. Would you like to try it?" She is game, so I did the Blammo pattern. She had diagonal interference patterns so I helped her to adjust the control knob that tunes in a station to reduce interference. I say "But such a visual experiment just shows how you and I are kinesthetic people, we are feeling people, we are not visual like most other people." She says "Yes… (pause) I knew we were a lot alike." I say "Yes, we communicate in a different way, we FEEL." She says "Yes, so many people cannot understand that. They are intimidated by it because they do not understand it. But you understand it. Who are you? I feel as if I have known you for so long!" I say "I know, I feel that as well. I understand how you feel." She says "Do you talk like this to all the girls?" I say "I only say what I feel." She says "Oh, that is good!" Then I go into the IC pattern and she interrupts me many times to clarify and agree. She says "I want to give you a big hug right now." I say "Oh Lisa, I can feel that hug." Then I say "Talking about feelings, here is a poem about just that thing." I recite "Rose in Your Heart" from Mindlist. There is a very very long pause. Finally she says "I am speechless." I say "Good, I want you to be. I want you to feel understanding so deeply that not even words can describe it." She says "I… (pause) feel so closely to you David. Do you do this with all the girls?" I say "How can I Lisa? This is so rare what we have. We are both feeling people and we have communicated on such a deep level with our feelings." (All true.) She says "Yes… so true… (pause) this is scary. Are you scared?" I say "Yes Lisa, it is scary. I feel scared and excited at the same time." I then go into the Discovery Channel pattern. She says "I know something else that is like that." I laugh and then there is a long pause. She says "I don't know what to do?" I can hear Bishy telling me that she is asking me to help her to agree to meet. I do not have an anchor to fire off, but I do have words, so I say "I feel so closely to you Lisa. You have made me feel so vulnerable to you." She says "You have made me feel so open to you, so exposed." I say "Yes, that is it exactly. I need to see you Lisa." She says "When can we get together?" I say Monday night would be good. She says she has something that night, but Tuesday is good. I say I cannot meet Tuesday or Thursday but Wednesday is good. She cannot meet Wednesday but this next weekend is good. I tell her I cannot meet on the weekend. Stale mate. I feel that we have enough rapport that I can report to her that I am divorced and have two sons who I see every Tuesday and Thursday evening and every other weekend. She takes it well. I tell her about the boys and how they enjoy going on dates with me, and they talk the whole time to my date and I never get a word in edgewise. She likes it. She tells me about her two cats who are like her daughters. I say "It is so special to have that, knowing that your cats love you unconditionally." She says "Oh yes, they love me." Never did we get to the age question. She is probably 16 years younger than me. I say "It is too bad it will be at least a week before we can get together." She says "David, you have touched me on a different plane. It is as if you have touched me without even touching me." I say "Lisa, that is the nicest compliment anyone has given me in a very long time." She says "What do you want to do?" I know what she is asking me to do. I say "I want to be with you." She says "Those things you have to do tonight, do you have to do them?" I say "I can put them off." She says "I would like to meet you tonight." I say "I would like to meet you tonight." She says "I would like to meet with you privately, but I think it is best if we meet in a public place." I say "Oh I agree. As much as I would love to be alone with you, we need to meet where I can get to know who you really are, what your values are, who the real Lisa is." She is very happy with that. I say "OK, let's agree on a restaurant where you can finally have dinner." She says "I'm not hungry anymore." I laugh and say "Neither am I." She laughs. We agree on a coffee shop near her house and agree to meet there in 45 minutes. I tell her "Now Lisa, when you see me, I want you to give me that big hug you promised me." She says "Oh I will!" I arrive on time. She is not there yet. I find that it is full. None of the couches are available. There are a number of very attractive young ladies that I would love to approach, but I pass the time by chatting with the manager. The temperature in the late evening has dropped and it is very cool outside, but it is warm in the coffee shop. She arrives with a jacket and no glasses. She smiles and blushes. I put out my arms like I am expecting that big hug. She opens her arms wide and gives me the most delicious hug. I slide my hands under her jacket. I love how her slender firm body feels in my arms. Wow. Knowing that she is a kinesthetic person I whisper into her ear "You feel even better then you look." She holds me even tighter. This goes on for about a minute. I notice that a couch becomes available so I let go and take her hand and lead her to our couch. We take a seat. She takes off her jacket. We are both smiling big and I sense that she is feeling a bit awkward. I hold her hand in mine and say "We will just relax here and allow ourselves to get used to being together again and allow ourselves to feel totally comfortable with each other." She likes it and says "It is getting warm in here." We laugh. I start with small talk about all we have been through so as to allow her to relive our relationship so far, backwards in time, which makes her feel very comfortable. Then the waitress comes and she orders some fancy French type of ice tea and I order a plain ice tea. When the drinks arrive I run Bishy's Ice Tea pattern. I am purposefully blatant with the embedded commands. She smiles and looks at me as if she knows what I am up to. We both laugh. More small talk while we are massaging each other's hands. She is a little nervous and holding my hands is her security blanket. She apologetically says "I have big hands for a woman." (I thought they were very feminine actually.) I say "Well you know what that would mean if you were a man?" She laughs and says "Oh but that is not always true." I say "Might not, but its sheer size is not what is important, but the way each other makes the other feel while making love." She says "Oh so true." She holds her hands just a fraction of an inch from either side of mine and says "Did you know that you can feel the energy between two people?" I say "I can feel that Lisa." I compliment her on her beautiful eyes. She says "Your eyes are very playful. You have a playfulness about you." I say "I think that is what it is all about. Why do it if it cannot be fun. It should be playful." She says "Even when I first looked into your eyes, I felt as if I had always known you." I used this to go into the IC pattern again, but this time to plant that famous anchor on the solar plexus. She accepted it and actually liked it. She asks me where I get the inspiration to write such beautiful poetry. I say "When I am alone, I think about how it would feel to not be alone, what it would be like, how it would feel, what we would do." Then I ask her "Do you know how it feels to be alone?" She replies "Oh yes." I say "Do you feel alone now?" She says "Oh no." I say "This feeling, that you are feeling now, (I fire off top of wrist anchor) how would you describe it? How would you describe the opposite of alone?" She looks at me for a while and says "Embraced." I say "That is the perfect word for it, embraced." Then I say to her "Now, we are together, as if we have always meant to have met, and that reminds me of a story I once heard. A story about soul friends." She says "Friends? You mean soul mates?" She seemed kind of disappointed. I know that I will later have to "manage her relationship expectations." I say "Soul friends, like we have always known each other." Then I go into the Soul Friends pattern. I anchor her childhood time with me with a touch on the inside of her arm just above the wrist. Then the present a little higher than that, and the future a little higher than that. Then I say "And now you can feel that we have always been together" as I slide my finger from her wrist up, and even higher as I say "And it just keeps feeling better and better." She closes her eyes for a moment and then looks at me and says "I am in a trance." I just let her look into my eyes for a while. Then I look at her lips and she looks at my lips. Then I say "You know that you can feel a first kiss even before it happens?" I go into the first kiss pattern. She licks her lips. I then say "and talking about anticipation, have you ever thought of the difference between anticipation and compulsion?" She disclosed that she once had a compulsion for Godiva white chocolate clams. They are sweet, smooth, and silky. This was the perfect intro to the BJ pattern. She loved that! Then I said "I brought with me a poem that I wanted to read to you." She looked wide eyed at me and said "Oh no!" as if "Are you going to make me even hotter?" I take out of my pocket three pages that I printed out before driving to the coffee shop. I then look at her and her head is rested on the back of the couch in preparation for being read to. I then recite Bishop's "Lover's Dance." She sighs and says "I saw all the visuals. I felt as if we were really there. Like two lovers sharing that gift that nature has given us to share together. David, you make me feel so deeply. I wish that there were a way that I could make you feel so deeply." hmmm… Then I say "Speaking about gifts, I have written about just such a gift. I would like to read it to you now." She looks at the ceiling and then rolls her head towards me and says "Yes." I recite Bishop's "Warm and fuzzy." When I am done she looks straight ahead and she begins to cry. She says "I am crying. David, you have made me feel so deeply. Sometimes I feel so deeply that it hurts." I sense that this will be a problem later. I should have addressed it right then. I hold her closely. We look deeply into each other's eyes. I know at this time I must "manage her relationship expectations." I say "Lisa, as you know, we are both very busy people. We had a hard time finding this evening to be together. It will be at least a week before we see each other again. My schedule has always served to raise havoc with a relationship." She says "How can you do that? How can you do a take away like that?" I say "Lisa, too many times in my past, my schedule has only served to ruin a good thing. I want to be totally honest with you." She said "Well, I know that in some of my previous relationships, I have gotten too involved with someone at the expense of the other things in my life that I cherish, and I have ended up mad at myself for doing that. I am a busy person. Yes, I do understand." I said "Lisa, before, I have gone into relationships and not been totally honest before it goes too far, maybe in order that we will have sex, I don't know. But I am too mature now to mess with anybody's feelings. Feelings are just too precious." She says "Yes, David, that is so true. I do thank you for being honest with me. I guess I don't really want someone to be with me all the time, I just want someone who I can share with, who I can call, someone who really cares about me." I say "I want nothing more than for us to be totally honest with each other." The waitress comes by and says it is last call. We decline. Perfect timing. I say "It is late and we must go home. I will drive you to your car. When we get to my car, I have a poem in my car that I want to read to you." She delightfully says "OK!" pheeew, good. I thought I might have lost her there. We hold hands as we walk to my car. Her stride is as long as mine and we are walking in step. She wants to do the "Monkey's walk" where they walk in front of each other's foot. We sing the theme song from the Monkey's. I unlock the passenger door and hold it as she gets in. I get in the driver's side and find that she is sitting with her legs under her, while facing me. Ross tells us in the BHSC that this is a very good sign. She is cold so I warm up the car. I tell her "I have even written poetry for lady friends of mine to read to their boyfriends. Here are two poems that I have written. Remember, these are from a woman's point of view." She is wide eyed and ready. I recite the two poems. She stares at me and says "David, how have you described exactly how I feel?" I say "Because it is how I feel. It is how I want you to feel." She says "I want to take you home with me, but... it's too soon." I say "I completely understand and I respect your decision. Even though we feel as if we have known each other our whole lives, we mustn't move too fast. We don't want to think about how incredible it would be." She says "You're not helping any!" I laugh and say "I will drive you to your car now." We navigate to her car in a nearby well lit parking lot frequented by cops, so I do not want anything to happen in the car. We sit in my car. She says that it is getting hot now. I turn down the heat and she takes off her coat. She rests her head sideways on the head rest and looks at me. I look at her lips and lick my lips. She leans forward and goes into the actual slow sensual real life enactment of the first kiss. I play my part well. It is awesome. It gets more heated and passionate. Next thing we are licking each other's tonsils. Then I lick her lips as if they were her "other" lips. This sends her into orbit. Then she complains that she is hot. I turn on the damn air conditioning. She complains again and says that she wants to remove her clothing. Then she says "No, how does this seat go back?" I recline her seat and she pulls me onto her. Then she says "David, I have been hurt so many times." Oh shit, here it comes. I should have addressed this before. She talks about the men in her life who dated her and dumped her and then came back just wanting sex again. I say "That type of behavior makes me angry because just because I am a man, I am included in such a group. That is just the kind of thing I was talking about before. It is only human to be honest with somebody and to really care about someone" and I slide my finger up the inside of her arm to fire off the soul friends anchor and say "as you can feel that about me." She says "I know, it isn't fair, it is not you." Then she instructs me to recline my seat. She climbs on top of me and more cuddling and kissing occurs. She says breathlessly "No don't" but continues nonetheless. hmmm... She says "I want you David. I want to take you home with me. But… I am on my menstrual cycle now." I say "Are you self conscious about that?" She says "Well, yes, in the early part of a relationship I am." I say "Lisa, I love everything about you that defines you as feminine, everything. I am very accepting of it all." She says "You are so wonderful David. I wish I could do this." I point at her solar plexus and say "I only want you to do what you feel inside here." She slides her head down my stomach and onto my lap. She reaches for my zipper. All I can think about is the flashlight of a cop. I say "Lisa, I want this, but I want this in the privacy of your bedroom, where I can feel your body against mine. Where I can feel all of your skin." She rests for a few seconds and then raises up and lies back on her reclined seat and pulls me onto her. She starts massaging her breasts and says "David, look at what you do to me, you make me fondle myself." I say "That is very exciting for me." (very true) I go for broke and I say "Lisa, what do you want me to do. Do you want to me just tell you 'Lisa, take me home with you now'?" She softly says "no." I do not partake in anymore playtime unless she wants to play at home. We rest in each other's arms. I am not going to push it any further. I do not want to loose any respect she already has for me now and I do not want to mess with her feelings. She says "I am not going to get any sleep tonight." I am done jumping hurtles so I say "It is late. We better go home." We kiss softly and we both know the night is over. We set our seats up straight and we fix our clothing. I get out and go to her door and open her door. A cop drives by very slowly watching us like a hawk. I say to her "The cops are out patrolling lover's lane." She laughs. She puts her coat in her car and turns to me. She says "I have a feeling I will be thinking about you a lot." I say "And I will of you." We embrace and kiss one last time. Lisa and I talk on the phone each day over the next 3 days. She mentions in one conversation that she had an operation for endometriosis. She mentions that during her period it causes intercourse to be very uncomfortable. THAT'S WHY! It is a good thing I did not try to push anything. I read to her Bishop's "Rain of Desire." She absolutely loves it and asks for a copy of it. I tell her I will bring it to her when I see her again. Our busy schedules keep us apart. But late Thursday night we make some time and she gives me directions to her place so I can pick her up to take her out for a cup of coffee. I print off Bishop's "Rain of Desire" and head out. It is a very warm evening this time. When I arrive she opens the door and opens her arms for a big hug. I step inside and close the door behind me. She hugs me very closely. We say nothing. This hug goes on for almost 5 minutes. I finally whisper into her ear "You feel so good." We start grinding a little. Then I say "I have the feeling that you would prefer to just sit on the couch and talk here." She says "Yes, let's do." We take a seat on the couch. I can tell she is very comfortable. I fire off the Soul Friends anchor and then I hold my hand just a fraction of an inch from her skin and start moving my hand up and down her arm as if to transfer energy to her, as she had done to me. I talk about the energy between two people. She says "Your voice just mesmerizes me." She slides us along the back of the couch to rest against the arm of the couch. Serious kissing ensues followed by heavy petting. Eventually we are horizontal. Her air conditioning is wholly inadequate and I am starting to perspire. She suggests that I remove my shirt. No problem. Petting continues. She complains of being hot and removes her shirt. ok… In time, more articles of clothing are removed in the interest of comfort. She must not be on her period anymore. I ask her "Would it be cooler in your bedroom?" She says "Yes, I have a fan in there." We make our way to her canopy bed. Here the final articles of clothing are removed and I spend a great deal of time adoring her lovely soft ivory skin, flat hard stomach, and narrow hips. This woman still has the body of a girl. We cuddle for a while and she says "This is too soon." I say "Yes, it is. We will just enjoy holding each other." Then she starts fondling herself and says "David, do you like watching me?" I say "That is very exciting for me." She sees that it is and she reaches into her night stand and rips open a condom and together we "plant the big anchor." From:   Nike   (Aug 13, 2004 05:31 EDT) The Nike Corporation can be looked at as simply a company which designs, develops and markets high quality footwear, sports apparel, equipment, and accessories. However, as an icon of popular culture, it unites those who believe in and support the icon, express society’s dominant beliefs and values, and appears to give “magical” powers to users. The Nike Corporation reflects the mindset of the culture that produced and popularized it. It can be classified as a cultural icon, as it represents beliefs and values of a significant part of society, teenagers and young adults. It can be further classified as a functional cultural icon, as the products that it produces are made to be used. Characteristics of icons of popular culture number four: popular culture is commercial, imitative, escapist, and incorporates myths. A myth is a belief that is partially true and partially untrue, and changes over time. Nike is a significantly large commercial operation. The company’s marketing buyout of the Brazilian National Soccer Federation was for over 200 million dollars, but that is small in comparison with annual sales of almost 9 billion dollars (reported in U.S Popular Culture References, 1997 [Online]). It is seeking to make even more profits by tailoring ads for foreign countries like Japan (Charles Barkley verses Godzilla) and in Europe (Michael Jordan in Greek dress). While Nike is well and truly synonymous with basketball, after being endorsed by many basketball greats, it is breaking into the Golf world with a line of shirts, slacks, gloves, shoes and golf balls, plus the endorsement of Tiger Woods, for 40 million dollars. These professional athletes have been used by Nike to influence the fashion choice of millions of teens in the western world. Nike’s marketing strategy operates on Phil Knight’s premise that “in high school, there are only five cool guys who set the social and sartorial standards everyone else follows.” (Buoch A. 1998, p 34) If Nike could get “the five cool guys” to wear their shoes, the rest may follow suit. While Nike may be though of as inventing the sports shoe, its origins actually begin well back in the late 1800s. It existed in the form as rubber soled shoes for beachwear, tennis and cricket (reported by Sneaker History, 1999 [Online]). Converse All Star began to popularize the shoes from 1917, and developed the shoe with sponge rubber and plastic foam. U.S Dassler Brothers, a sports shoe company, became Puma & Adidas, Nike’s main rivals today. Phil Knight and Bill Bowerman started off the Nike phenomenon after purchasing and renaming Tiger, a Japanese shoe company. Nike’s salesman, Jeff Johnson, came up with the idea of renaming the company Nike, after the Greek goddess of victory. At the same time the Swoosh logo was created. From the very beginning, their goal was to oust Adidas as the leader of sports shoes and to market high quality, low cost shoes. Nike introduced gas filled midsoles in the 70s and clear windows in the 80s, creating a distinctive design locked in the mind of consumers. Today, Nike is one of the best-known US brand names in the world, and, according to US Popular Culture References (1997) owns 31 percent of the American market. Nike is also representative of bedrock myths, beliefs and values in society. Although the fitness boom in America started before the founding of Nike, Nike capitalized on the phenomenon with clever marketing and promotions. Fitness Culture [Online] suggests that a sense of mythology and mystery surrounds sport. There has been a belief that superior athleticism is a true measure of greatness, existing practically since the beginning of time. There is a feeling that you can hide behind technology and gadgets, but athletics is man’s highest plane of being. As Ingham has said, “The care of the body [is] the crucial time and money-consuming activity of the denizens of consumer society. The body is charged with the responsibility for success and failure in earthly endeavors, and the urge 'to do something about my life' is most eagerly translated into a precept 'to do something about my body.’” (Ingham cited in Fitness Culture [Online]) With its carefully crafted ads, Nike sells the idea that its sports products are the bridge between the common man and the sporting greats. Fitness Culture: Nike’s Role, [Online] One example is Nike’s ad, “Test your Faith”. The runner pictured appears in the midst of a run and appears self-satisfied with his running lifestyle. The runner has no identity, allowing the viewer to identify with him. The text implies a direct connection between exercising and religious questioning, and the grey and white colours suggest a harsh world where running is a means of escape. The ad places fitness as a top priority and suggests that the reader must acknowledge the fitness culture, even if they do not take an active part. Fitness Culture: Nike’s Role, [Online] A second example is Nike’s ad “You either ran. . .”. The ad simply asks the viewer, have you run today? According to Fitness Culture’s [Online] interpretation, those who answer yes, are intended to feel proud, while those who answer yes are intended to feel ashamed, and distanced from the “in crowd”. The ad is simple in appearance, with a plain background, text and viewer. The copy almost seems to tease the viewer, saying, you must belong. As Buoch A. (1998) has explained, Nike has also reflected changing trends in attitudes towards woman. In the Nixon era, Title IX legislation mandated that publicly funded programs offer equal opportunities to men and women. Title IX lead to increased female participation in sports, and changed society’s attitudes of beauty and fitness. Nike began to produce new sports shoes for women when, in the late 70s, manufacturers realized the young female basketball players were buying men’s shoes. This leads to the last aspect of Nike as a cultural icon, escapism. In many of Nike’s ads there is a desire to escape bureaucratized and managed spaces. The two ads pictured above show athletes surrounded by rugged Nature, not the city streets. Other signs that Nike has become an icon of popular culture, are the rumours that have spread about it. It is widely known that Nike had questionable labour practices. Human rights monitoring groups, and Just Stop It [Online], 1996, have accused the company of exploiting workers in its Asian factories. Nike has subcontracted the labor intensive work to factories in China, Vietnam, Thailand, and Pakistan, where workers' wages can, depending on the country, average about $1.84 a day. Critics charge that workers as young as fourteen often are the ones making shoes, which can sell for more than $100 back in the United States. Shifts of 12 hours are common, and those who did not show up for overtime were punished by being berated in front of fellow employees or being forced to clean toilets. There are also accusations of unsafe working conditions. An example of an accident was the loss of fingers after workers making mistakes when overworked. However as early as 1998 Nike began completely revamping its operations in the East, bringing in private monitors, bringing up the minimum age to 18, increasing wages 70%, providing spacious and well lit work spaces, recreation and health facilities on site (NikeBiz, [Online] 2002) In the House of Popular Culture, Nike inhabits the first Floor (Artifacts: Objects and People). But its influences extend above to the second Floor (Arts and Rituals) and is a manifestation of the Basement (Myths). As mentioned earlier, Nike can be classified as a Functional Icon. The Rituals associated with Nike include exercising, playing sport (Golf, Basketball, Soccer) and in general pushing your body to the limit. Nike has been shown to be a commercial operation, imitative, representative of myths and escapist. It also fits into the model of the House of Popular Culture. Thus, Nike is firmly a part of a long list of icons of popular culture. Reference List Buoch A. ed. 1998, Design for Sport, Thames Hudson pp 34-26 Fitness Culture: Nike’s Role, [Online] Available: http://xroads.virginia.edu/~CLASS/am483_97/projects/hincker/fitness.html NikeBiz [Online] Available: http://www.nikebiz.com/social/index.shtml [2002] Sneaker History, [Online], (1999 last update) Available: http://home.earthlink.net/~brinac/EtennisShoesSneakers.html [1998] Sweating for Nike, [Online] Available: http://www.caa.org.au/campaigns/nike/sweating.html#3 U.S Popular Culture References, [Online], (2000 last update) Available: http://www.uta.fi/FAST/US7/REF/nikeads.html [1997] From:   David Larkin   (Aug 13, 2004 05:48 EDT) The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts. Here's a conversation: David: Hello? Lindsay's mother: Hello? David: Is Lindsay there? Lindsay's mother: Wait a minute. Lindsay: Hello? David: Hi, Lindsay, this is David. (Long silence) David: I looked up your number in the phone book. Lindsay(pissed): WHY?? David: I want to talk to you Lindsay: Well, I've been advised, not to. I'll see ya. . *click* (hangs up) David: This is not over, bitch. The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts.The Shoveler: We've got a blind date with Destiny -- and it looks like she's ordered the lobster. The Sphinx: We are number one! All others are number two, or lower. The Sphinx: He who questions training only trains himself at asking questions. The Sphinx: When you can balance a tack hammer on your head, you can head off your foes with a balanced attack. Mr. Furious: I'm a Pantera's box you do not wanna open! The Sphinx: Patience, my son. To summon your power for the conflict to come, you must first have power over that which conflicts you. Mr. Furious: Okay, am I the only one who finds these sayings just a little bit formulaic? "If you want to push something down, you have to pull it up." "If you want to go left, you have to go right." It's-- The Sphinx: Your temper is very quick, my friend. But until you learn to master your rage... Mr. Furious: Your rage will become your master? That's what you were gonna say, right? Right? The Sphinx: ...Not necessarily. The Sphinx: Do not go there, my son. When you doubt your powers, you give power to your doubts. 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