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| Farmer Chuck: Whoa kemoblowme! How about bringing the asshole meter down to whiny dip for moment. I'm sure as fuck not apologizing for sending a beautiful woman to meet you. | |
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| Married Autobot Chuck: Shut it slacker! I don't need your stank ass sending rump-shaking hookers after me trying to tempt me back to a life I don't want! | |
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| Farmer Chuck: Hey. You got me all wrong Jackassimus Prime. I just wanted to send a peace offering for the little tiff we had earlier. I know you and I don't always see eye to eye, but I love ya. | |
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| Married Autobot Chuck: Really? You really feel like that? | |
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| Farmer Chuck: Sure I do. Now can someone hand me a hose? I'm standing knee-deep in bullshit. | |
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| Married Autobot Chuck: Goddamn you! | |
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