|
|
|
|
 | |  |
| Hey, Xyshabnbahhdhfdfhfh, you've got two seconds before your visage drives me to blubbering madness. Which wouldn't be bad, because I've been breaking out with chemical burns all day. Stupid sweat. | |
 | |  |
|
 |
| | |
| Hey, that's cool. I just got done playing Freud to that silly sick cyborg. I swear, he's got more problems than Shub-Niggurath! Ha! Wowza wowza WOWZA! | |
| | |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| | |
| Yeah, it seems to affect his speech a little, kinda like how I keep getting these rashes on my . . . mmf . . . fhgbughds . . . | |
| | |
|
|
| | |
| Ha! Yeah, tough luck that you had to be born though a synthesis of semen and a bottle of Windex. You silly mortals and your tricks. Makes me wanna plotz! Hey, are you alright? | |
| | |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| | |
| TURKEY FOOT EYEBALL PENCIL STUDEBAKER BOTTLES! FROG BUTTER! CHINA! JESUS BUILT MY HOTROD! AHA HE HE HE HA HE HE HA HA HA HA HA EHE EHE HE HE AHAHA HEHEHE AHA AHE EH AHA EH AHEHA HEHEHAHA! | |
| | |
|
|
| | |
| Man, I thought I was losing him for a second, but I'm on FIRE! Cha-CHING! | |
| | |
|
|
|
