I know it’s going to ruin my life. But I’m going to enjoy it.
I’m sorry my head exploded and got blood on you.
It was probably intentional.
I don’t think I hurt anybody. But I can’t be certain.
I want it more now for its set-completion properties.
Oh, I see. So it’s okay for you to call me ignorant, but not okay for me to call you ignorant. Now we’re getting somewhere.
Is it possible that the facial deformities could be attributed to an injury sustained before, during, or after death?
That’s what I’m looking for. You pile that shit on.
You get used to it, and it saves a lotta time.
Look. You need to face up to the fact that it’s just a dog.
You don’t deserve me.
My take on everything was to take everything on.
Well, excuse the fuck out of me for caring about you. I’ll never make that mistake again.
Well, at least she’ll never forget me.
Hey, I don’t need this. Pull yourself together, or leave.
I am Joy’s bitch.
There is no shame in taking something that is freely offered.
You’re not the one making the bargains.
What you did was bad. You did not make the world a better place with that decision.
Just because I don’t do it doesn’t mean I’m not right.
If you’re out of tune, you’re playing a different song.
Probably not something good, I’m guessing.
Here, let me force your face down into this pan of shit.
No dice, fuck-bag. The music stays.
I’m not accustomed to showing my asshole to just anybody who asks to see it.
Okay, I screwed up, right? I forgot where I was. You don’t need to yell at me.
Yeah, she has five fingers on each hand, too.
Don’t kiss me; they’ll beat me.
You’re doing a weird talking thing where I don’t understand what you’re talking about.
Why in the fuck would I say that?
Chances of death are 100%.
I’m a talker, not a doer.
You can only speculate as to the level of my embarrassment. No-one knows but me.
Well, yes, but now I’m looking at it through the lens of not kissing your ass.
Let’s just say they are nutritionally beneficial.
It’s not easy, but it’s right.
Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?
Dude, why are you yelling at me? I just said, “Thank you,” and you’re yelling at me.
Oh, they’re lovely, of course. But why do you ask?
Okay, you’re obviously a moron. Please begone.
Well, it concerns the Crown of Thurreah.
Ethan Abides 