|
|
|
|
 | |  |
| Greetings, I am Menicius Arkenshar. Seven years old but 9 feet tall, son of an identical character. | |
 | |  |
|
 |
| | |
| Umm...I'm seven, too, want to play with my ball? | |
| | |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| | |
| Poor little girl, I am ridiculously precocious for my age. I am busy immolating preposterously large disputants. | |
| | |
|
|
| | |
| Hehehe, did you just say you pooped in your pants? | |
| | |
|
|
|
|
Little Betty discovers SuperMenicius' great weakness...
|
|
|
|
| | |
| You disgust me, you callow gadfly. I could break your spine with my eyelashes. | |
| | |
|
|
| | |
| Umm, my mom says you were born a bastard to a whore and a freak. | |
| | |
|
|
|
