It's weird not having a fan that follows me around like that hyphen in Yar's Revenge and posts replies to my posts just to tell me that nobody wants to read my posts. He was kinda like those cards that fall out of your subscription copies of magazines that tell you to subscribe, or those radio hosts that remind you in between songs that they're playing non stop uninterrupted music.
I miss the little cunny fart.
There is no version of this where you come out on top. Maybe your army comes, and maybe it’s too much for us, but it’s all on you. Because if we can’t protect the Earth, you can be damn well sure we’ll avenge it.
Hello?
Put Natasha on the phone.
Who is this?
This is her fucking son's father. Who is this?
This is her fucking son.
..........oh.......
Call back in 20 minutes. *click*
Boy, you could get lost in a sky like that. I wish I had those balloons again.
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