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I hear Bertie ignited the woman on the TV. Literally.

Yeah, that's what Alien told me. There's a nice crater in the living room now.

That fucker. He's repairing the wall next weekend, cosmetic damage or not.

Yeah, his prosthesis won't inflate now, and it'll be a few weeks before his chest fur regrows, but his testosterone factories were miraculously spared.

Maybe this will teach him not to hump and jizz the TV set.

I know. We can't be repainting the walls on a weekly basis.