I've recently started this terrible thing where I play StarCraft II and think to myself in a Bill Cosby voice
captcouch:
“The pylons are actually like… Jell-O pudding.”
“Unfortunately for him, the Brood Lords couldn’t zip-zop-zoobity my bop!”
“Lookitchu with your little zerglings a hippin’ and a hoppin’— Butchu don’t know what the jazz is all about!”
“Now, how… How… Did you think you were gonna get away with… With a leeeeetle, teensy-weensy SCV rush?”
“D’yooooh, you just say the darndest things, Mister Zerg! Have a sticker!”
