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| Even the name is fun to say. Pickles, pickles, pickles! They're like little vinegary rays of sunshine. What's your problem? | |
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| My problem is, they're foul, nasty little slices of pure evil. I hate the way they taste, I hate the way they smell, and I hate the way they feel when I bite into them. Pickles ain't shit. | |
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| The pickles are telling me to hurt you. | |
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