If i've learned one thing on this planet, it's that you don't fuck around with a high-level mage. I'm talking a mage with like 50 tomes of spells under his belt. You step for even like half a minute and they go all "LIGHTNING BOLT, LIGHTNING BOLT, LIGHTNING BOLT" on you. Then your all fried like a bucket of the Colonel's finest and they're partyin with wenches on five different fucking planes. And I ain't talking about some lame ass airplane either. I'm talking that inter-dimensional shit. Proof of this below
Sidenote - Workaholics is pretty funny and I recommend it to all
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