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Praise the forehead.

Better than the Borg. Where do I sign?

lemme rub rub that forehead

Fufufufu. I see there are mortals here that recognise my power. Rejoice! For you shall attain paradise within the Forehead of Haru!

Ok, where's the guy RPing Demi-fiend who almost exclusively says "ONE MORE GOD REJECTED"? I'm just saying, would be good timing for him

I can feel the power coursing through my veins from the forehead. All hail the forehead.

He's like Kishibe Rohan, but only refuses Gods.

This Nibba mortal seems especially receptive to my holy powers. Perhaps I will make you my disciple, one fit to spread the gospel of the Forehead of Haru!

I delve within Haru's treasure trove of sticky sweetness, enveloping an even greater power then before.

Yes, yes! Your forehead resonance is astounding! The Forehead of Haru is pleased!

Working my Excalibur in a provocative manner in repetition my vision narrows and I begin to focus the power bestowed upon me by the great and mighty forehead. I prepare my motion when one of my chronic seizures interrupt my action and result in me miscalculating the trajectory of the care package. I slight undershoot, however my exponential impact is still in the primary destination marked before by my spotter since the landing strip was so large.

All praise be to the forehead, it is only through its guidance that we will see the truth.

Damn

Ahhhhh. I can sense your power running down my forehead. You are surely the one that will inherit my power on this mortal plane. By the power invested in me, and through the united force of the myriad of foreheads scattered throughout time and space, take the power of the forehead unto yourself and use it to spread your seed until all are assimilated.

All are welcome into my holy mass. Rejoice!

No.

Can I crack open a cold one on your forehead?

Of course! And I shall join you. It is always becoming of a god to crack open a cold one with the disciples!

Aw yeah, Boi!

The previous misshaped launch of the much needed protein shipments for the small African village located on the great God's head, led to a large set back for the planned peace treaties between the multiple tribes who are in desperate need of a coalition. As I reload my howitzer with it's much needed lubricant, and prepare to launch the second volley at the target, my spotter notices a strange glow illuminating the forehead that quickly diminishes in intensity. Without realization, the second package is already about to leave the barrel and violently accelerate towards the target. Impact in 3...2...1… Spot on it, confirmed by my spotter. As I reconcile myself at the large amounts of protein expelled during the forehead inauguration, I am pleased to hear from HQ that the African village has received the much required sustenance, and that I am clear to load up for round 3. But before I can continue onto loading and firing the third round, I must dock with my spotter to recharge my protein supplies and rejuvenate my body.

.....Nibba what? I hope your dumb ass doesn't expect me to reply to this. I'm a fucking forehead not some fanfic writer. Fuck outta here with this shit. You ain't invited to crack open a cold one no more. Smh

But everyone should crack a cold one with the bois!

Agreed! Crack bois open with the cold ones!

We must worship the forehead.

Of course! Let us feast and drink in celebration of the Great Assimilation!

*Proceeds to cold boi with the cracks*

This cracking is certainly a cold one, would you say boys? FUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUUUUUUUUUU!

Is this Jacksfilms?