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“Donut,” I said. “It’s enchanted. He’s wearing it because it helps him. You can’t even see it.” “How would you like it if someone was wearing a shirt featuring your butthole, Carl?” “I don’t stick my butthole in everybody’s face when they’re trying to sit down and eat.” “Well, excuse me for showing affection. I mean really.”
Samantha had apparently been enraptured by the movies. She’d been sulking after the incident in Club Vanquisher with the “imposter” playing her mother, but the movies had strangely turned her mood around. She’d been zipping around the battalions, providing what she called “moral support” to the soldiers. According to Tipid, that mostly meant sexually harassing them and stealing their alcohol.
SLEDGIE, WILL YOU BE A DEAR AND FIRE SOME MISSILES AT HIM WHILE HE’S STILL MARKED? MAYBE FIRE SOME OF THE FAST MOVERS ALONG WITH A CHAIN RIPPER? Sledge: I kill for a living.
Little tendrils of flame kept leaking from Jamal’s flamethrower.
Lol gross
Tipid: Maybe Donut should start blowing up the city defense towers? Donut: I ONLY HAVE TWO PAWS, TIPID. Louis: Don’t you have four? Donut: LOUIS FOCUS ON YOUR OWN SAFETY RIGHT NOW.
A baby’s cry filled the room. “There’s a second one coming!” Imani shouted. “What is it! Is it ugly?” Samantha shouted.
“Maybe, but you’re probably fucked,” Robot Uzi Jesus said. He scratched himself in the head with his plastic gun. It went off with a pop, and he put his hand to his temple. “Dad damnit!” His head turned. “Veriluxx Real Pet Companions does not endorse blasphemy.”
