More hilarity!
These island b****** be whack, yo. They think they're so clever, what with their airlift helicopters that look like missile defense interception systems, and their airlift helicopters that pick up broken bodies and land with fully intact
redheads brunettes, and their Spiritual Wonder Island Kefir Boys who just get everything handed them on a g-d damn silver platter, oh and now the fairies are on strike.
Færie 5, standing by. Prepare for saucer sep--Oh my, that
was fast. Pray for Archangel Michael to come down ASAP and end my torment with his slamming sword. Oh, all he has left is flaming? Well, obviously somebody taught him how to burn the fuck out of
anything.
It's dangerous to go alone at the wrong temperature. Here, take this digital thermometer, and when you're done getting your rails done right (stop obsessing on Merry Christmas, Moron), you and your little hidden partner can take turns shoving it right up each other's asses.
By the way, he ain't all that hidden. You have fooled literally no one. I'm going back to bed. Call for help (DAVID) when your problems are serious—and he probably has lots of extra FREE FUCKING time available to handle all your stupid fucking bullshit. Doesn't that sound nice? It sure did before! *click*
Palpate the rage! Smell the fury!
This is going to go very, very well in the near future!
I wish I were joking. But I'm so fucking done with this bullshit. [...] I am a covidiot supreme.
Yes, it's true: this man was made with no dick, so I grew my own. It wasn't hard; I'm a Sourcerer, and now it is. Hey, can one of you go pick up my wife from the dry cleaners? Watch the collars... STARC
KH
Careful.
She's a biter. Farts, too.