That minor occurrence seemed to have slipped my mind, but I do thoroughly recall every single time I rung the soul out of your precious shell of a body on MiniBash. It was like your pseudo-complex combination of mouse motions was a wash cloth, and my thoroughly executed motions sucked the H2O molecules out of your very being through vicious torsion (those water particles being the only known "entities" in the equation that solidified your own pride and prejudice). But luckily for you, you're a ghost now, so I can't smack your skeleton out of your body anymore.
