Saddam:
I'm bored!
Saddam:
I've got an idea! Let's play a game of Rock Paper Scissors!
This Guy:
Can I Play?
Saddam:
NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Saddam:
Will I choose Rock??
Saddam:
Paper??
Saddam:
Or Scissors??
Saddam:
YOU DON'T KNOW!
Watban Ibrahim al-Hasan al-Tikriti:
Dude, say it, don't spray it
Saddam:
WHATEVER. Let's play
Saddam: ROCK!
Judge: TWO PAPERS!
Saddam:
DUDE, DOUBLE YOU TEE EFF is two papers?
Judge:
Two papers are better. Two papers cover the rock TWICE. That freakin' rock ain't going NOWHERE
Saddam:
I've got your two papers RIGHT HERE. NOW PLAY SERIOUS!!
Judge: ONE PAPER!
Saddam: TIGER HAND! RAWR!!!!! RAWRR! rar. Hahaaa, hi. Tiger Hand. Come on! You Know! ... You don't know Tiger Hand? Tiger Hand beats paper. Like totally beats paper. Always
Saddam:
Ask Aziz, he knows
Aziz:
Tiger Hand always beats paper
Saddam:
That's what I'm sayin' bro!
Judge:
Okay, fine. "Tiger Hand" beats paper. Whatever you say Saddam. No more Tiger Hand
Saddam:
HEY, CRY ME A RIVER, DUDE. IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU DON'T KNOW TIGER HAND
Judge:
Well, You should have picked honesty, then you may not have blown it
Saddam:
You probably don't even know Pen Missile
Judge:
Missile? What Missile?
Saddam:
NYERMMMM. PEN MISSILE!!!!
Judge:
Okay fine, I'm not playing anymore. There is no TIGER HAND and there is no PEN MISSILE. You're just MAKING STUFF UP
Saddam:
AM NOT
Judge:
Are too
Saddam:
That's it, you're going on my list
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