wait, why the hell am I in a garbage can? Why the hell does my face hurt? Why the hell am i waring no pants? Where the hell did that police officer go?
*sigh* ive got a lot of explaining to do when i get back home...
okay, asses the situation. So far ive met up with KBC, switched areas a few times, and im not sure, but, i THINK i killed a police officer that looked an awful lot like a big plastic army man
where the hell did that blue bar thing near my feet come from?
Anyway..... i have to get to the store and back, and theres been no setup for a joke anywhere yet, and I only have one panel left. what will the author do?
Im a meber of the Kangaroo Liberation Coalition. Weve taken your kind's shit for too long. Im afraid im going to have to kill you.
What the fuck are you talking about? Kangaroos arent oppresed. theyre free to bounce around all silly-like all they want. youre all happy and silly out there in australia.
were from australia? my boss said were from new jersey... HEY TONY! DID YOU KNOW WERE FROM AUSTRALIA?! NO, ME NEITHER. I THINK WERE BEING TRICKED HERE!
well, from what ive heard, the mighty CLITORIS is fighting the evil Kangaroo army for total domination of large shacks that house small, furry, orange bunnies.