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| Kraven, since that blabbering idiot's been gone, we're in deep shit. Do you understand what I'm saying? | |
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| You're saying we're in deep shit because the blabbering idiot isn't around anymore to eat his share? | |
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| I can't figure out what went wrong. Did the taste change? Was it the texture? I mean, he ate it for so many years without any complaint. | |
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| It's a mystery to me as well mother. After all, the taste and texture has always been the same. In that area your quality control remains unsurpassed! | |
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| Kraven, although you eat my poop everyday, you have never in my life so eloquently kissed my ass as you just did. I think I even feel a tinge of pride trying to bust through! | |
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| Why, thank you mother, and in the spirit of good will, I'd like to tell you that your smock does indeed disguise the true size of your posterior fatty tissue repository. | |
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