Please enjoy the Saga of Sammy the Squirrel with a light heart. The lighter ones are easier to pull out of your chest and BEAT TO DEATH, ISN'T THAT RIGHT, KELLY? But now, I'm not bitter...not bitter at all...
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN....ummm....the Adventures of Sammy the Squirrel will continue unabated as soon as our chinese child laborers finish constructing our set!
Dude, who put this guy in charge of giving me life?
Hey, at least he's not using a racial stereotype to explain you.
Are you sure there's a great adventure? That doesn't look very fun. I mean, just sitting there looking at at city...
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Look, I'm your future self, right? That means I know everything and you know nothing. You are a pathetic memory and I'm just giving you an upper so you won't feel bad when you die manyana, ok?
I'm gonna die?
*MOAN* As a small, starving child, how can I possibly survive in a post-apocolyptic war zone without my precious squirrel meat?
Today we'd be showing you my gory death scene, but due to our socially conscious nature here at the Adventures of Sammy Squirrel, we feel this scene may be too bloody for our sensitive viewers.
Okay, we don't have the sprites to do the scene. So sue me for trying to cover. Jesus!
Hi there, folks, I'm Jesus Christ. Remember that only Losers use drugs.
Okay, I'm actually a crude rendition of a religious icon extorted by countless webcomics and serve only as a cistern for bored cartoonists. I have no mind of mind or free will of my own.