Still the first to get something into space, though. S'pity you can't even do that any more.
your head explodes in space due to the lack of oxygen, America.
You have to appreciate the unfortunate lack of air pressure in empty space. ^u^
Especially if America is in it, yes.
The results are usually... ah, that's interesting, disintegration . Blood vessels rupture, efficiently shredding you from the inside.
just happens to like the sound of that, despite the gore.
It's fact. Isn't science lovely?
...You guys are just freaks. u.u
...or you're just stupid. ^J^
I'm glad you agree, stupid-face.
Anything to help you sleep at night, America~
Yeah. It will. Cause. I totally don't spend sleepless night after sleepless night in an ever-present paranoia, what.
...really? And here I was, thinking that was /exactly/ what you did. Especially during /that/ period...
....Ohwellnoofcoursenot. u.u -Cough.-
...why is your country so obsessed with biting people? Wasn't Twilight enough...?
Why is your country so obsessed with vodka? Or the Wild West? Or yaks? Besides, I ain't obsessed, you just deserved it.
...I deserve to be bitten? What are you, a mosquito?
Also, vodka is /much/ more preferrable to your supernatual.../things/...
Yeah. You deserved to be bitten. No, I ain't a mosquito, and vodka is totally not preferable to /voodka/. u.u Can vodka phase through
walls or haunt churches or fall in love with teenage girls while fighting off a vicious wolf pack? Didn't think so.
...your logic really is second to none.
......I MEAN VODKA IS TOTALLY NOT PREFERABLE TO THE SUPERNATURAL.
And you couldn't have just said that?
I feel like you're judging.
Maybe that's because I /am/...
...once again, I have to remind you I'm no longer a communist...
And if you use the same 'once a commie, always a commie' line, I will punch you.
Da, then I shall make good of my promise...
Never time I see you, prepare to suffer. =)
...I ain't afraid of you. >>;
Yeah. Really. u.u You ain't even that tough.
Tougher than you, I assure you.
Oh yeah? Let's hope for your sake you never try to prove that.
More like for /your/ sake, no?
[punches America along the jaw] There, problem solved. You men talk too much.