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| Let's just say, we're both in a plane crash and we're the only two survivors, after we eat every other corpse, which of us gets to eat the other one. | |
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| I'd like to believe that we would fight to death. For honor and survival. | |
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| Let's say I broke my ribs and was unable to truly defend myself in a fistfight. Would you try to stay alive with me by feeding me small portions of yourself, perhaps your fingers or toes? | |
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| No, I definetly wouldn't do that. | |
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| I thought you were a friend. | |
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| I thought you were a friend before I found out that your pussy ass broke ribs in a lame plane crash. Grow up. | |
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