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| Thanks... not only have you killed Jarkofski's prize cow, you also killed the calf, well done Mr. Sprocker, what will you do for an encore, eat it? | |
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| Um... on the bright side, at least I dodged out the way before the blood got on me... and instead... got you covered in it but hey, I bet you're used to it right? *cough* | |
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| Mr. Sprocker is Mrs. Cow OK? She's not moving... and I don't the see the baby cow | |
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| Of course she is Wendy. After birth the cow sleeps for a very long time... only don't mention it to anyone or Mrs. Cow will hate you | |
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| Okay, I won’t. I'm gonna go pet Mrs. Cow and play in the red rain puddles, thanks for the best trip ever Mr. Sprocker! | |
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| Thank God for permission slips... | |
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