I'm a bad, bad boy.
That's devil talk, heathen.
I just follow the traditions of the family: "if you got it, flaunt it!"
You always have to rub your high IQ in my face and make me feel uneducated, don't you?
Okay, I totally got this one. Using my extensive knowledge of elementary school math the answer must be 4.
You must figure out the following math problem or a large mechanism I somehow built despite being sick and dying will kill you in some elaborate way I cooked up for some reason: 2+1 = ?
Maybe we should play a game, like the ones in SAW. You go first.
I'll always regret never killing and stuffing you. I wanted you to know how highly I think of you.
Times change, Noctiluca, times change. I'll never forget our insane riffs. =(
I feel like it was only yesterday that we were best friends, playing air guitar in your basement and wishing we had Go-Gurt.
