HEY GUYS.
So one day, I was making this pretty decent meat loaf with some beef with a moist, moist cake for dessert, and after I finished noshing on it, I became sick and puked all over, and my throat got really phlegmy, there was just all this mucus, right? And my roommate came in, and was like, "PSYCHE, you made that beef pretty poorly! You forgot the tartar sauce and ketchup! Those make it epic."
Then Old Manus walked in and punched my roommate in the face, and his nose had all this discharge, so Manus and I had to flee someplace rural as a plural group of people. We found a garage to hide in, and it was pretty funky, but Manus's girth made it hard to sneak into and then there was all this crust on the walls. It was an ugly garage, certainly.
The end.