Hrmph. I doubt the thing was aiming for you directly. You know they suck at hitting small targets. No, I figure whoever hit florida with something like twelve in a row has just stopped putting any effort into steering them.
Nah, it was aiming for me. You see, I was out drinking and playing poker one night with the dude with the hurricane-steering wheel. Things got a little heated, and I ended up telling him that the dude with the earthquake machine could own him any day. Then I slipped some date-rape drug into his drink for no particular reason. I did this right in front of him, and when he saw me do it he got pissed. Vowed to destroy me. Said he wouldn't rest till I was obliverated. I was just like, "Yeah, whatever man. Same to you punk. Why don't you go lick a fish?"
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