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| Greeting: Salutations meatbag! Er, uh, I mean Master. Is there anyone you would like me to kill today, Revan? | |
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| Uhm..yeah sure, I'm Revan..so uh..go kill that hoe Lindsay Lohan. | |
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| Negative response: I am terribly sorry, master, but that meatbag is already dead...dead on the inside. | |
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| Well..can you at least make her outside match her innards? I mean, inside? You know those teens and their fashion conciousness.. | |
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| Reply: Very well master, if you say so. Now, where did I leave my Stick O' Bashing? | |
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| Statement: I believe you left it on the...oh crap, you got me talking like you! Damn boltsack...ARRG! | |
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