I grew horns
Your helmet has abandoned us.
It's all in the wrist.
They're called Chimney SWEEPS, you bliss ninny! IT'S ALL IN THE SWEEPING!
I think there's a better way to show your tongue...
You can't see, but I'm sticking my tongue out at your right now.
Forget it, this wasn't funny.
*points gun* Hartman is for dinner not lunch, now back off all of you we are not cooking him just yet.
IM SCARED
No one touches Sarge.
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Oh go on then
Born to be mild
Every day is Duckie Day