Marijuana

[Anniem]

Groovy, baby.

We fixed it

[Jackstar]

We fixed it ;D

Hi, here's your omlettte.

[Master Trollda]

Hi, here's your omlettte.

Where’s mine?

[Jackstar]

Where’s mine?

Well, where are your eggs?

[Jackstar]

Well, where are your eggs?

"On the floor, bitch!" *crash*


I do not think this recipe will test well on every fo us group, but it will likely be gangbusters on at least threeve.

[Master Trollda]

Well, where are your eggs?

In the fridge. I just bought a dozen.

[Master Trollda]

"On the floor, bitch!" *crash*


I do not think this recipe will test well on every fo us group, but it will likely be gangbusters on at least threeve.

My eggs!!

You! Why, I oughta...

[Worthauger]

My eggs!!

If you liked them so much, you shouldn't have let them get in that taxi with that saucy Humpty Dumpty.

You! Why, I oughta...

As they were imaginary eggs that I was describing in imagination, I find it interesting that you... oh, never mind, I'm way too stoned to start public psychoanlyzing. It's unnecessary, uncouth, and immensely effective. I didn't pass my boards for this kind of thing... at least, not right now.

Like... why would either of us even have any eggs? She used them all to make homemade lasagna noodles from scratch, and then I raped all the chickens on the Northern continent with my violently abusive ways after stealing all that radioactive dope... so I guess I'll never lay another egg in this town again.

[Worthauger]

In the fridge.

Well, where is your fridge, and is it anywhere near a cast iron frying pan that weighs at least 25 pounds? Standards.

I just bought a dozen.

Whore.

[Worthauger]

a cast iron frying pan that weighs at least 25 pounds? Standards.

A heat source for cooking is optional however as part of the $3,000 spent at the Cock Doctor was an ugrade to -- with the push of a button -- turn my semen into boiling hot magma. Sure wish I had that for New Year's, lemme tell ya.

[Worthauger]

My eggs!!

Why did the chicken cross the road? To have her eggs fertilized by those sexy human traffickers who hang out all day in front of that much bigger barn than hers, which has peeling paint, termites -- eewww, fattening -- and has lacey, off-white curtains which recently fell out of style as a bus drove by, and the vibration knocked the sign saying "off-white" to reveal the word "EGGSHELL" underneath.


It's just the same.

[WORTHAUGERa]

It's just the same.

Look, it's a rope either way, it doesn't matter what knat you tie in it, right?

[Master Trollda]

Anniem, help!

[Jackstar]

Anniem, help!

I'll allow it.

You inhuman monster.

[Anniem]

Anniem, help!

Yeah um  perhaps no omelets today ok? Yeah ok.

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