This is a grave error.
I am not, nor have I ever, considered building such a thing. Your attempts to steal the blueprints have been unsuccessful due to this and your agents have been neutralized via repeated applications of a chainsaw to their upper torso.
Why? Because nobody sends ninjas to kill me.
Not without being the target of my revenge.
I'm coming for you.
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Upon further investigation I seem to have misplaced my large sack of automatic weaponry. Disregard the above. Please entertain yourself with this rendition of Stuff What I Thought Of.
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It's probably clear to anyone who's read this that this isn't so much a blog as a comedy site made up of the rants of a schizophrenic sociopath who will one day take his bloody revenge on society. That's nice and all, but some people may ask what goes on in the life of Pudding, the unfathomably puzzling enigmatic mystery fond of using redundant synonyms when describing himself.
These people will be sorely disappointed and will find that I am not going to be telling them anything about this subject at all.
Instead, I'm going to click 'Random Article' on Wikipedia and talk about whatever comes up.
Human Toilet
This is either a really lame super hero or dear god what the fuck let's never do this again
~Pudding
