|
|
|
|
 | |  |
| I can't take this disrespect anymore. I have to kill him... | |
 | |  |
|
 |
| | |
| Karl, you look so gay with that knife. Give me a smoke. | |
| | |
|
|
|
|
Karl thinks back to the time he and Tom first met as kids.
|
|
|
|
 |
| | |
| Hey man, the Dare Devil shirt looks soooo stupid on you. But you should hook me up with that ice-cream cone. | |
| | |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| | |
| Dammit, I hate fond memories. | |
| | |
|
 |
| | |
| Alex, I mean Karl, get back here... Where is my smoke? | |
| | |
|
|
|
