I shoot stuff. Eventually I wanna sneak around and THEN shoot stuff...

Anyone working with the Claxtonious must not be put off by the concept of having to put up with the Claxtonious. Failure to accept this may result in psychological damage and/or having of bad times.

No temporal paradoxes allowed, all temporal manipulations must be performed in such a way that all paradoxes are either prevented or humorous.

The Claxtonious hereby declares "Dibs" on any sandwiches found in edible condition.

The Claxtonious is sorry to say that he will NOT be "bringing the funk".

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Less QQ more PEWPEW!!!

Someone should invent some sort of large, land-based, bi-pedal war machine... make it look like an infantry but BIGGER and MECHANIZED, we could call it GIANT MECHANIZED INFANTRY!!! (or "Mech" for short...)