Its from the opening scene of S03E06 of Invincible where Powerplex was introduced with a monologue of him seeking revenge towards [Title card].
You're not listening! This isn't about me! This is about the thousands of people Invincible murdered, and the countless other lives Invincible destroyed! Why is Invincible above the law?! Why does Invincible never pay for his crimes? Where is Invincible when people are trying to put their world back together?! What do I want? I want the truth! I want justice! I want INVINCIBLE!
You're not listening! This isn't about me! This is about the thousands of people [Title card] murdered, and the countless other lives [Title card] destroyed! Why is [Title card] above the law?! Why does [Title card] never pay for his crimes? Where is [Title card] when people are trying to put their world back together?! What do I want? I want the truth! I want justice! I want [Title card]!
You’re not listening! This isn’t about me. This is about the thousands of people [Invincible] murdered and the countless other lives [Invincible] destroyed. Why is [Invincible] above the law? Why does [Invincible] never pay for his crimes? Where is [Invincible] when people are trying to put their world back together?
Okay, buddy, we hear you. So, what do you want?
What do I want? I want- I want the truth! I want justice! I want [Invincible]!
Its a meme where a guy asks for a date and tells the woman to breathe if yes or recite the bible in Japanese if no. Hence why this (somewhat) incomplete bible in Japanese copypasta is born.
LeBron isn’t just a man. He’s a phenomenon. He’s a celestial event, a once-in-a-lifetime alignment of the stars, a cosmic masterpiece sculpted by the basketball gods themselves. When he moves, it’s not just movement—it’s poetry. Every dribble, every pass, every dunk, every single bead of sweat that glistens under the arena lights is like a love letter sent directly to my heart. How could one human being be so perfect? It defies all logic, all reason, all earthly explanations. His voice? It’s like a lullaby and a war cry wrapped into one. When he speaks, it’s as if the universe itself pauses just to listen. The way he commands respect, the way he leads, the way he exists—it does something to me. When I see him laugh, when I see that perfect, radiant, joy-filled smile, I swear my soul leaves my body. I float above the world, untethered by gravity, held aloft only by the sheer force of my adoration for this man. And then there’s his physique—his godlike, sculpted-by-the-heavens physique. Every muscle, every vein, every perfectly chiseled inch of him is a testament to human perfection. He is not just a man, he is an ideal, a dream given flesh, the pinnacle of what the human form can achieve. The way he moves, with such grace and power, is enough to leave me breathless. He is a masterpiece in motion, a living, breathing work of art. But it’s not just the physical. Oh no. My love for LeBron transcends the physical realm. It’s the mind, the heart, the soul.
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LeBron isn’t just a man. He’s a phenomenon. He’s a celestial event, a once-in-a-lifetime alignment of the stars, a cosmic masterpiece sculpted by the basketball gods themselves. When he moves, it’s not just movement—it’s poetry. Every dribble, every pass, every dunk, every single bead of sweat that glistens under the arena lights is like a love letter sent directly to my heart. How could one human being be so perfect? It defies all logic, all reason, all earthly explanations.
His voice? It’s like a lullaby and a war cry wrapped into one. When he speaks, it’s as if the universe itself pauses just to listen. The way he commands respect, the way he leads, the way he exists—it does something to me. When I see him laugh, when I see that perfect, radiant, joy-filled smile, I swear my soul leaves my body. I float above the world, untethered by gravity, held aloft only by the sheer force of my adoration for this man.
And then there’s his physique—his godlike, sculpted-by-the-heavens physique. Every muscle, every vein, every perfectly chiseled inch of him is a testament to human perfection. He is not just a man, he is an ideal, a dream given flesh, the pinnacle of what the human form can achieve. The way he moves, with such grace and power, is enough to leave me breathless. He is a masterpiece in motion, a living, breathing work of art.
But it’s not just the physical. Oh no. My love for LeBron transcends the physical realm. It’s the mind, the heart, the soul. The intelligence, the vision, the leadership, the wisdom. LeBron doesn’t just play basketball—he orchestrates it. He is the conductor of a beautiful, chaotic symphony, and every game he plays is another masterpiece added to his collection. His IQ, both on and off the court, is unmatched. The way he reads the game, the way he sees things before they happen, the way he adapts, evolves, dominates—it leaves me in a constant state of awe.
And let’s talk about his heart. The man is a philanthropist, a leader, a role model. He built a school—not because he had to, not because it was expected of him, but because he wanted to. Because he cares. Because he loves. And that, more than anything, is why I love him.
Its a question from one of the reporters during the 2014 Abu Dhabi Grand Prix which became a meme in F1 due to how incredibly drawn-out it was.
Gentlemen, a short view back to the past. Thirty years ago, Niki Lauda told us ‘take a monkey, place him into the cockpit and he is able to drive the car.’ Thirty years later, Sebastian told us ‘I had to start my car like a computer, it’s very complicated.’ And Nico Rosberg said that during the race – I don’t remember what race - he pressed the wrong button on the wheel. Question for you both: is Formula One driving today too complicated with twenty and more buttons on the wheel, are you too much under effort, under pressure? What are your wishes for the future concerning the technical programme during the race? Less buttons, more? Or less and more communication with your engineers?
Its Rick’s monologue to Morty at the end of S03E01 of “Rick and Morty” but changed to the Invincible (TV series) with Mark and his brother Oliver.
Not so fast Oliver, you heard mom. We've got adventures to go on Oliver. Just you and me. And sometimes Eve and sometimes the Guardians but never your dad, or Cecil, or Angstrom. You wanna know what they have in common Oliver? They crossed me. Oh it gets darker Oliver. Welcome to the darkest year of our adventures. First thing that's different, no more dad, no more Cecil Oliver. They and their governments threatened to kill me. So I made the Viltrumites and the GDA go away. I've replaced them both as the de facto patriarch of this family and the most powerful being on this planet. Mom wouldn't have accepted me if I came home without you, so now you know the real reason I rescued you. I just took over the planet Oliver and if you tell your mom or teacher I said any of this, I'll deny it. And they'll take my side because I'm a hero Oliver. And now you're gonna go and do whatever I say Oliver. Forever.
And I'll go out and I'll find some more of that Thraxan aphrodisiac that Dad said kept him hard for a year straight. Because that's what this is all about Oliver. That's my one-arm man. I'm not driven by protecting my family Oliver. That was fake. I'm driven by finding more Thraxan pussy. I want thick Thraxan cheeks to clap Oliver, like your mom's. It's my turn Oliver. That's my series arc Oliver. If it takes nine seasons. I want my bug pussy Oliver. That's what's going to take us all the way to the end Oliver. Season nine more seasons Oliver. Nine more seasons until I make another brother Oliver. For ninety-seven more years Oliver. I want that Thraxan puss Oliver!
If I see one more mid season roster change, especially from fucking Vitality, I am going to crash out. Bro esports teams used to fucking DESPISE eachother. They would fuck eachother’s fangirls and shit. And then they would show up to lan, get the CLASSIC dead team buff (which seems to be forgotten in Val. Think of how many teams actually fucking hated eachother but won anyway in sports and esports history) and win.
And now “oh well, we just have a different view on the game you see. so we must part ways…” Bro. You think nobody and kangkang sit down and are like “so here is MY vision. Let us align our visions perfectly!” What the fuck are we talking about. Buzz going up to Meteor like “erm hey… our v-visions slightly differ…” JUST PLAY THE GAME YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!
Fuck this dude. Imagine being a casual fan trying to create narratives in your head for this bullshit. There is no stability and teams go 2 months without playing. STOOOOOP