This battle truly had my heart and soul into it.
First off you think Goofy got murked, he gone, you heated like hell because he was actually one of the coolest members of the squad.
Then you just see 1,000 heartless descend into a cavern, and you like bruh I’m gonna murk every single last one of these bitches because they fucked with the wrong team, they fucked with the wrong universe my dude.
You could be going with the rage of satan through your body not even caring that you effectively killing the same enemies over and over because of the strength of the bond you had with your peoples they fucked over.
It was just time to hit all of those special commands and show them how it feels to lose someone, we coming for your non existent hearts and souls on a real tip son.
1. a person who talks at great length without making much sense; nonsense; blather; empty talk.
2. an obnoxious braggart.
Etymology: blather (from Middle English; Old Norse blathra, “to chatter, blabber”) + skite (potentially from Middle English scate < Old Norse skati).
I WOULD LIKE TO THANK THE FATHERS WHO MADE THIS SHOW POSSIBLE.
I WOULD LIKE TO BRING BACK TO LIFE AND BRUTALLY MURDER THE FATHERS WHO MADE THIS SHOW POSSIBLE
Didn’t Bobby kill his dad?
I love how calm that answer was. Yeah, I got the ice cream. Yeah, I like pie. Yeah, Bobby killed his Dad.