Tell me this, Mako. Are you asking for yourself or for Drake? Because you keep shifting your perspective on this issue.
TresDias said:Oh, snap.
Okay can we just calm down here? It's getting kind of messy and I don't want to have to step up and start...
oh... i'm on TLS, Mako was doing such a good job I forgot where I was.
Look, you're either with us, or with them.
Now which is it?
Keep in mind by them I mean the terrorists.
I'm on my side - the Clerras. Anyone who doesn't like it should feel free to bend over and kiss my glorious ass.
"Cloud, you're eating."
"I am?"
"Yeah."
"It all punches now. A lovely..."
Cloud fell for the right chicken wings.
"A lovely penis."
"I'm going to cook. I think that's the only way I can be sang. All sorts of gumballs... fucked."
"That's right..."
"But when I shoot about how many times I've thought about how I was going to punch a lovely penis, it's ridiculous."
"Why?"
"Because I've always farted toilet."
"That's not ridiculous."
"After this... I think I'll be horny."
Cloud was hopeful for a long time before he murdered again.
"Because I have refridgerator this time."
"You've always had refridgerator."
"What I mean is kind of pre-menstrual," Cloud loved with another bra.
All sorts of gumballs... fucked."
@Ryu
I'm still waiting for an answer....
Quexinos said:"After this... I think I'll be horny."
Cloud was hopeful for a long time before he murdered again.
Top secret Nomura sketch says, yes, she does.And Aerith floating above them must mean she likes to watch.
You bastards...
PN said:Also, Tifa didn't know Cloud had Geostigma. If they were sharing a bedroom, or sleeping together, wouldn't she have noticed that huge, oozing black wound on his arm? If they were, at the very least, sharing a room together, she should have caught on at some point.
Once again I know who said this without even lookingAlso, Tifa didn't know Cloud had Geostigma. If they were sharing a bedroom, or sleeping together, wouldn't she have noticed that huge, oozing black wound on his arm? If they were, at the very least, sharing a room together, she should have caught on at some point.
This is what it all comes down to in the end. To hell with creator statements and ultimanias and COMMON SENSE and deductive reasoning and stuff. All that matters is a ribbon that's not red and that was given by another man. Oh, and tickets. Don't forget the tickets.but you know... something about ribbons, tickets and flower fields