That was a big steaming pile of horse. ALL OF IT.
I don’t think I have it in me. And even if I did, I’d probably let you out. You’d need to chain me up, or something. Maybe take the bat to my head before putting yourself in there.
Like...like a gnat.
How the hell do you make me feel guilty for NOT taking advantage what the smurf is this sorcery
I might get hit by a car.
I would feel like a slave driver, or whatever they're called.
And invade your personal space? Pfft!
I would take advantage of you.
You’re starting to get dangerous with this bat. Once Mormor’s gone, I think I might start fearing for my safety.
Unless the mess is bothering you, it’s nothing a little air freshener can’t fix.
