It's a reference to Fermat's Last Theorem.

Tl;dr is that a legendary mathematician wrote in a margin of a book that he's got a proof of a particular proposition, but that the proof is too long to fit into said margin. That was around the year 1637. A proof was finally found in 1994.

Plus it makes money for the country.

I call bullshit. The Louvre makes more tourism money than Buckingham Palace even without some rich assholes living there.

I tried giving snail all my mortal possessions but it was just a decoy =/

A 386 could handle that easily and still have two pixels left.

All birds use their dinosaur voices.

Oh god not beans again

No U

Weak-ass proof. You could fit this into a margin.

Sie wollen mein Herz am rechten Fleck doch
seh ich dann nach unten weck
dann schlägt es links

Hallucination!

The Profane Globohomos.

Has a nice ring to it.

Americans are scared of profanity.

I read that in Kerrigan's voice.

The dark vegan. Eats only food that causes as much suffering as possible.

You missed a spot at the bottom.

I don't think reflexes were involved here, more likely it was lucky arm positioning at the right time. But what do I know? I wasn't quite there to witness it.

And here we go...

From the director of Bad Taste comes a movie with no taste at all.

I love it. You know how Team America has the record for the longest vomiting scene in a puppet movie? It had to be this long to just barely beat Meet the Feebles.

Is he a priest or a monk?

Calm down, Zeno.