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| Look, it's not like I'm singling you out. I put pickles in with everybody's lunch. | |
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| Yeah, I know. And I ask you not to every single time. "No pickles." "Hold the pickles." "I am allergic to pickles and will die if I even smell one." And you constantly ignore me! | |
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| "I was molested with a pickle as a young age." "My family was slain by a traveling pickle salesman." "The sight of a pickle releases my other personality, Murderin' Bobby." | |
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| You know, I think you don't deserve pickles. | |
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| Really? Oh, please don't throw me in dat briar patch, Br'er Fox! | |
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