...so, I was walking to Himmler's, to pick up a schnitzel for lunch. Who do I run into?..
Hell, Rudy. Makeovers, whispered phone calls, sleazebags getting put on the "nice" list when *I* sure's hell didn't put 'em there. Bitch is cheatin' on me! I. don't even want to hear her name!
Fred! You need to go apologize. Maybe offer to get her some cooking lessons. Definitely get her a new fur coat. It's important. Happy wife, happy life, you know.
Who are you and how did you get in here, ya mook? Meh, you're probably right. I'll get on it.
You will? Oh Fred! C'mere, you! Do the monkey thing! =============== ee ee ee ee ee!! =============== homminahommina!!
9 months later...
Donald, what tiny hands you have. Well, you're still better off than Ethan, next door. Maybe you'll be president one day!
Okay, Ethan. Since this new, experimental procedure causes you to regenerate your own arms, we don't require a signature.
Great! I can't wait to have actual hands!
Fantastic! Now, this is Dr. Bacon. He pioneered this procedure and will be carrying it out, today. I'll just let him explain the nuts and bolts to you.
Yes. Nice to meet you Eth - OH MY GOD, THAT'S THE MOST DISGUSTING THING I'VE EVER SEEN! HOW DOES HE EVEN? I THINK I'M G -
Okay, Dr. Bacon will be performing the procedure after *another* bedside manner workshop...
Wow, Holly. Looking past the stockings, cameltoe and sensible shoes, you have a magnificent rack!
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YES!
Thanks for noticing, Chen! I often feel overshadowed by Phreaky and Bitch Fairy, but I think I can hold my own! Matter of fact, watch while I "hold my own"!