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| Oh my stars, I seem to have turned into a monstrous vermin, although it may merely be my imagination. This will surely affect my job, as well as my home life. | |
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| I am so lonely. Perhaps I can use my new bug-powers to seduce my mildly sympathetic sister into sitting with me and allowing me to secrete on her. | |
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| Back way the hell off, freak, before I put a broomhandle through your exoskeleton. | |
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| Well, my father has beaten me with apples, I have been disgraced by my entire family and the cleaning woman, and I am slowly losing the capacity to understand human thought. What could go wrong now? | |
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| Yeah, hi, I'm the boarder, and I was just wondering if maybe you could scuttle your filthy roach carcass off under a train somewhere so I could bang your sweet-assed sister. Thanks. | |
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