Surfer Bro Quotes

The Catholic philosophy is that not only does shit happen, but it’s all your fault because you’re such an awful sinner.” “The protestant faith I grew up with is like the surfer dude of religions,” Claire said. “We’re all ‘hey man, just be cool, and like, don’t hurt anybody; but if you do, just say ‘my bad, bro’ and it’s all good.

As we walked in, the Ghast King floated up from his throne and said, “Ender King! Dawg, that was a sick air at the last surf contest. I had no choice but to give you a perfect 10 from the judge’s booth.” In response to the complement, the Ender King teleported next to the Ghast King and they did some bro stuff. The Ender King bumped chests with the Ghast King. The Ender King tried to fist bump, but the Ghast King frowned because he did not have any hands.

Don’t laugh though.” “What do you mean?” said Emma. Biff didn’t say anything. He reached into his inventory and pulled out his bed and tossed it on the floor. I’m sorry, but I had to laugh. Emma laughed too. The bed had a blanket with a chicken face on it. His pillow case had the picture of a bunny rabbit on it. “Stop laughing! My mom got me the blanket and the pillowcase when I was little. Hurrr, I just never got around to replacing them.” I was still laughing and said, “No worries, Bro. Looks comfortable.” Emma, who had stopped laughing, yawned. It was contagious. Biff and I both yawned. “Okay, guys, I’m going to sleep. Good night,” said Emma. Biff and I both wished her good night and we each got into our beds and went to sleep. * * * I suppose it will come as no surprise to you that I was visited in my dreams that evening. One of the visitors I had almost expected. But the other…. The visitor I was more or less expecting to show up was, of course, the Rainbow Creeper. It appeared without any attempt to conceal itself in a mysterious form or behind a cloud of dream smoke. You know, the typical weird dream-type stuff. It spoke with the strange lilting voice that had been created when Claire had been joined to it. “Jimmy. I understand that you have rescued Emma from the witch.” “Yes, RC, I did. If Claire still has any independent memory, I hope she’s relieved.” There was a pause for a moment and then the Creeper said, “Yes, she is.” There was another brief pause and then the Rainbow Creeper changed the subject. “Have you had any luck locating Entity 303’s piece in Baby Zeke’s dimension?” I shook my head. “No, but this dimension’s Ender King, Herobrine, and Notch are working on ways to find it. We are going to establish a search party tomorrow using volunteers. It may take a while, but we will leave no stone unturned.” “Excellent,” said the Rainbow Creeper. “I’m sure Entity 303 will not be able to escape your reconnaissance.” “How are things going in my native dimension?” “They are still searching as well. No news.” The Rainbow Creeper was beginning to fade from my dream when I remembered. “Creeper? Wait a minute. Something else happened.” The Creeper’s form solidified again and it looked at me, its expressionless

The first thing Carl did, as he always did when he settled down for the night, was sit his golem suit down and crawl out of it. When Jimmy saw Carl crawling out of the suit, he fell about laughing. “Wait,” said Jimmy, “I thought that netherite golem thing was your actual body! Bro, you’re just a tiny creeper!” “If you keep laughing, I’m going to crawl back into my suit and show you what a tiny creeper can do,” said Carl menacingly.

Not only do you ignore my review but YOU DIDN'T ANSWER EVEN ONE OF MY THREE QUESTIONS! BRO! Are you mad at me or something? Am I your worst reviewer? Tomorrow is my B-day and today I was hoping maybe I could read Surfer Villager again on my birthday, but NO. I'm sorry if I kinda sound rude and arrogant but I am frustrated. I really badly wanna read Surfer Villager again. My mom said that there was too much black magic, occult, prophesies, and stuff, and I could only read Surfer Villager again if you promised you would put less occult, demons, souls, sacrifices, gods, black magic, and magic in general in future books.

ears, the Noble Dark One disappeared. Ishan breathed a sigh of relief once the Noble Dark One was out of sight. “Aargh!” I shouted. “I thought he was cool. What an annoying jerk!” The Ender King stood and looked at the spot where the Noble Dark One had been standing a moment ago. “He is just obeying his master who, from what I can gather, is quite powerful and wise. Perhaps immortal. And so, I think jerk is far from the correct descriptive word.” I glared at the Ender King. “Seriously? He just bailed on us.” The Ender King raised an eyebrow. “Bailed?” “You know … hurrr … abandoned us. Do you know how quickly we could defeat the executioners and Ciaran if the Noble Dark One and his army joined us? Bro, it would be over faster than a zombie burns in the sun.” “Perhaps. Or, perhaps his master…. Does it have a name?” I shrugged. “Pure Evil, I guess. Essence of Evil? Something like that?” The Ender King twitched. “I don’t like any of those options. Anyway, if his master thinks you can handle it, then perhaps you can.” I ground my teeth together in frustration. “Whatever. I’m going back to sleep.” “Why don’t you sleep here? Do you have a bed in your inventory?” I nodded. “Good. We should probably stick together for the remainder of this journey.” The Ender King turned to Isahn. “You should get

Bro, can you stop acting like you’re the leader? No one voted you the leader!” said Jimmy. “FIRE!” yelled Dave.

Heroes is putting it mildly, bro,” said Jimmy. “Put it this way, there aren’t many people in our world who haven’t heard of us. I’m the guy who brought surfing to our world after learning about it from some visiting players.” “What’s surfing?” asked Porkins. “Bruh!” gasped Jimmy. “You guys don’t have surfing?!