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| Jon, after killing hundreds of people by crashing a plane, and making ludicrous amounts of money off their corpses-turned-pies, I've decided that this is the point in my life where I hit the road. | |
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| I need to discover myself and where I should go with my life. I long for something not unlike my time with Shazam Twix. Goodbye, Jon. | |
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| Duh... Buh... Whu... dah... Wha? | |
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| So wait, Jon... you mean to tell me he just got up and left? | |
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