Okay, so I'm laughing at the moment. How many of us were boy scouts? Better than that, how many of us looked at it not as personal betterment, and honorable scouting, but as having your own badly trained swat team on a sugar bender?

I dunno about the rest of you, but my scoutmaster gave up on the totin chip thing when he realized I could juggle throwing knives, and was teaching the other guys. He drew the line at throwing axes though laugh But He DID appreciate my ability to breathe fire with a mouth full of rubbing alcohol, and my ability to keep 30 other kids in line, in check, and out of trouble with my antics. go figure...

god I miss those days, I dont think I've blown a decent fireball since I was 18. whistle Wait, no, my icon is from 2 years ago. Nevermind.
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Electricity tastes good. No, seriously.