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| OK so here's the plan: we set fire to that farmstead, then rape the first thing that runs out. sound good? | |
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| What happens if the first thing that runs out is a terrified farmer wielding a shit encrusted pitchfork? | |
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| Hmmm. That is a bit of a mood killer...All right, new plan: We storm the house, break down the door and rape the first thing we can tackle. Ready? | |
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| But that doesn't preclude the fact that it may STILL be a terrifed farmer wielding a shit encrusted pitchfork that we have to tackle before we can rape it, now does it? | |
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| Ah. You're right. Well. What if he's ruggedly handsome? | |
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| Oh well if he's ruggedly handsome.... | |
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