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| Yo, my tasty little friend. My, you're looking chipper today. | |
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| Thanks. You look like shit spread thinly on burnt toast. | |
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| Yes, the Gabe is a mite tired today. No doubt this is due to his hushed observance of a midnight screening of Peter Jackson's latest gift to this benighted planet. | |
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| Two Towers, eh? Tides of dehumanized monsters who worship an evil god swarming the pure white towers of freedom but beaten back by the land's rightful ruler? Once a marine, always a marine, I guess. | |
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| I would strike you down for the arrogant, cynical punk you are if I wasn't assured that God is about to beat me to it. | |
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| It always comes back to God in the old fantasy, doesn't it? | |
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