You rolled snake...in the kitchen.

We are not lewd!

She Who Thirsts and the Dark Kin: Silence, prude. You do not speak for us.

THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN.

You have been EDUCATED CUBELESS you think stupid.

Curze and Corax are completely and utterly done with your shenanigans.

Like you never forgot a platoon in a foreign country.

Fortunately my military assets are few enough that I can keep track of all of them at all times.

Unfortunately, this does limit my ability to project force on the international stage.

"You need to paint the King of Beasts."

Paints a perpetually confused inbred.

"...I'm going to allow this."

"Dogs are arseholes."
Dog people: >:(, how dare you!

"Cats are arseholes."
Cat people: We know.

The Emperor, after burning down Monarchia and forcing the entire legion to kneel through sheer divine majesty.

I feel that you have left out an important part of this event.

Bayonets "modern technology".
Wears woven cloth and uses forged steel.

Hypocrite.

To be humiliated or humbled.

Folk etymology: it comes from the poor having to catch and eat crows (which aparently taste disgusting) to prevent starving to death.

Greetings, Kronar, Son of Man.

How appropriate, you fight like a cow.

(because someone had to)

"weeaboo"

I sorry, which empire arms their officer corps with swords and owes nominal allegiance to a heavenly superperson while the Shōgun Imperial Regent actually runs everything?

Fulgrim: Alright, but first you must say it.

Rawbutt: No.

Fulgrim: Ah well, no nap-time for the beaurocrat.

Rowboat: Ugh...fine. Horus was right.

Fulgrim: There, was that so hard?

Changelog: Hi, guys. So you probably noticed that I pulled the humour repo. Short answer is it was conflicting with everything, and I don't have the time or energy to fix it. My advice is to remove humour from your dependancies and purge it from the system.

Sorry, I know how important humour is to some of you. If anyone wants to take up maintenance of the repo, I can mail you the terabytes of error logs you need to sort through.

"Let us recite the Al-Fatiha for the martyred soul of John Brown."

"We will not be reciting the Al-Fatiha for anybody."

I think I think, therefore, I think I think I am, I think?

This is as close to a statement of certainty as you will get from philosophy.

My dad, actually.

This is you. This is who you are. The rest is just a life support system for this bit.