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| WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT, SATAN? YOU'RE INTERRUPTING MY HOLY TIME. | |
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| Jesus! We have a situation... I brought a soul to Hell... but it's... it's... it's... IT! | |
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| "IT"? YOU MEAN... AH CRAP! WUBING! HE-SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE IMMORTAL! | |
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| Well he-she's NOT you dipshit! I didn't recognize the psycho because he-she was a pile of ash! Got set afire by a magical ghetto squirrel. What do I do? We had an agreement! | |
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| JUST CHILL, A'IGHT? I'LL JUST BRING HIM-HER BACK TO LIFE, IT'S ALL GOOD! | |
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| Good, good, but be quick about it! Wubing's going on and on about "storm stuffs" and I CAN'T TAKE IT... | |
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