He still wants you to shut the fuck up.
They all seem to be in their final form, especially Motor.
Here you go kids...
Have fun with your Jack White-infested industrial French robot malfunctioning, cd skipping, abrasive fuel from the future extracted from the liquified metal on the side of Oceanic Flight 815, upon impact into Ben's kingdom.
Not something to be fooled around with, joked about, or even listened to.
He did it again.
*******UPDATED FOR ALL OF YOU FIENDS*******
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