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| THRASH doesn't like me anymore. | |
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| I hope you die before I invent a killing-machine because I am so angry right now that the mere construction of said machine would cause me to make several serious errors and... | |
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| In fact, get out of my house before I send kitty on you! Roar! Roar! | |
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| I just wanted to borrow The Breakfast Club. Jeez. And there's no need to 'roar' at me. I'm not packing, as my homies in the county and cell-block six say. | |
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THRASH lives outside of a canyon, by the way.
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| Hey psx. I found a box of wine out by the highway. Let's go find some bitches with self-esteem problems. | |
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