Burn, baby burn! Dante's Inferno! Burn, baby burn!
Let's party like it's still 1959!
Those fingers through your hair. That sly come hither stare...
War! Uh. Good God y'all!
Spike's choices... and ours.
I think we have a different definition of the word "Final"...
I'm not sure how I feel about being with a guy nicknamed "Soap" in the showers...
Seriously, no jokes about my catch phrase. "Flame on!" isn't that bad, right?
There's nothing you can do that can't be done.
XBLA goes Ion!
Look at all the pretty colors!
What's worse? Aliens, smart ass A.I. or knowing your going to be dealing with both?
You're a fallen diety? Well, so long and thanks for all the fish!
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