Robots are trying to drill my brain but my lightning shield inflicts DOA attack, leaving the robots as flaming piles of metal.
King Arthur congratulates me for destroying Dr. Robotnik's evil army of Robot Socialist Republics. The cold war ends. Reagan steals my accomplishments and makes like it was cause of him.
Well, it's noticeable if someone is actually looking over it. The spacing is going to look differently than other people's papers. Plus, most of the teachers I know grade on content, not length...
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