|
|
|
|
 |
 | |  |
| Married Autobot Chuck: My fro-sense is tingling! I'm sensing dignity, responsibility, and half a fucking clue. Hmm... | |
 | |  |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| | |
| Chester: What the fark are you doing? | |
| | |
|
 |
| | |
| Married Autobot Chuck: Jinkies! That's it! I'll take things Chester doesn't have for four-motherfucking-hundred Alex! | |
| | |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| | |
| Married Autobot Chuck: Now son, don't repeat the horrid language you hear while we're here. 'Kay? | |
| | |
|
 |
| | |
| Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck fuck fuck. | |
| | |
|
|
|
