|
|
|
|
 | |  |
| Me no know how to baby sit. | |
 | |  |
|
 |
| | |
| I'm gonna own you, you big, fat, lard ass. | |
| | |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| | |
| Maybe something from bag-o-tricks keep kid calm? | |
| | |
|
 |
| | |
| Don't get too comfy, Shit For Brains. I'm calling the shots around here. | |
| | |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| | |
| I know good game. Me make Pinata out of you. Now close eyes. | |
| | |
|
 |
|
|
