Part 2: My tank is smart.
Chapter 2: My tank is smart.
: Plasma energy charged, Proton power secured, Supper Y-Alloy armor repaired, Game system on, Anti-matter engine OK, Tronium engine full drive, Hydraulics OK, NOS system full, Jacket Armor PURGE, Phat Rims OK, T-Link System full contact, psycomu systems offline, souls of the dead... offline, Potato Cannon loaded and ready for action.Anything else?
: Ludicrous speed go!: Aye! Ludicrous speed, ENGAGE!
: Did I mention that this cave ends in a sheer cliff?
: 
: Did I mention that its not a tall cliff?: You are one fucking helpful navigational computer.
: HA! Easy for YOU to say that, you weren't sealed in a fucking cave for 15 years!: Yeah, whatever. Look I'm looking for a frog, his name is...
: Finish that sentence and I'll fucking gut you. Anyways watch out for that...
: cliff...
: Oh well..: JACK LIED TO ME! ALL THOSE HOURS DRIVING THE TANK IN GTA...LOST.
: Good thing I also played Mario!
: Oh look! I'm one more in the pack! Weeeeee~: HAY! Focus, we have a world to save.
: A frog you mean.: Look kid, I could care less about you...
: Oh Goddamit.: heh
: WILL YOU STOP DOING THAT! I was just washed.: By "just" you mean "15 years ago" right?: Sure, go ahead! Hurt my feelings too you dick.
: Oh look stairs, go down them.: But I'm already protected.
: Actually, there is nothing that can protect you, 
: from the terrible secret of space.
: Pausing the game while the death animation plays and unpausing it causes said animation to glitch.
: :golgo:
: Hmmm, grabbing two of those gun shaped circles made my gun stronger.
: I wonder what happens when I collect a few...
: 
: Thanks for the gun.: I know you would like it.
//: 
: Well boy, from this point onward you need to go on your own.: what
: Sorry kid, tanks weren't made for swimming you know. SO I'm gonna shut down for a bit, k?: Hey great.
: Whose great idea was to install AI navigation computers on tanks?
: DON'T FORGET TO BRING ME AN UPGRADE!: Fuck you, your manufacturer, your mechanic, your mother and the horse you rode in...Bloody machines.
: OH LOOK AT ME! I'M A FUCKING SLOB THAT SHOOTS A SHITTON A BULLETS EVERYTIME YOU FIRE. NOW I'M FUCKING USELESS TANKS TO PLASMA. 
: guh~: 
: Mr.Frog! Are you in there?
: You must be the human the frog talked about.: WHERE IS MR.FROG?
: Why are you struggling human? Can't you see that we are the aphex of evolution? Can't you give in to the change?: Who cares about that? I want MR. FROG!
: So be it human! If you want to find your pet, you will have to KILL ME!: OK!
: GAH.
: MAY THE PLUTONIA EMPIRE LIVE...
: FORever....
: So the pathway to perfection is truly laden with explosions..
: I wonder if this is what the fucking tank wants...
*victory music*
*pause*
*victory music... again*
I and my brothers used to do this to annoy the hell out of each others or to brag about killing difficult bosses.
: Where the fuck could that frog be?Next time on LP! Blaster Master: My tank can shoot blocks.